Quick Transmigration: The Yandere Boss Pretends to Be Well After He's Gone Mad

Yuan Huan is gone.

Jiang Xiyu slumped onto the daybed.

Seeing that he was breathing unsteadily due to anger, the chief eunuch quickly went forward to help him catch his breath.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. Don't upset yourself."

The chief eunuch was actually the one who knew the inside story best, so seeing the two of them so tense, he felt extremely complicated.

On the one hand, he was furious at the offensive words spoken by Prince Yuan; on the other hand, he also felt sorry for His Majesty.

When the two played chess, His Majesty treated the Crown Prince very well, even to the point of indulging him, because they were on equal footing and knew what the other wanted, so he could give it to him without any burden.

But ever since their bodies crossed that line, the Crown Prince has gradually developed an extremely terrifying possessive desire for His Majesty. This desire may not even be apparent to the Crown Prince himself, but those who serve His Majesty are well aware of it.

Many times, the Crown Prince sensitively kept His Majesty under his wing, not even allowing anyone to peek at him. The Crown Prince seemed to have forgotten that the person he held in his arms was not an ordinary person, and the person he wanted to possess was not someone who could belong to anyone.

Your Majesty is the ruler of the country; he belongs to all the people under heaven.

As a monarch, how could he tolerate being merely someone else's possession?

In itself, the Crown Prince's attraction to the Crown Prince is a form of overstepping his bounds.

Because people who are moved by something will always unconsciously demand more.

His Majesty must have noticed, which is why he deliberately avoided the Crown Prince for the next two weeks, and reminded him not to do so when the Crown Prince showed his possessiveness again today.

Jiang Xiyu calmed down, and the lingering anger on her face dissipated.

He ordered expressionlessly, "Move him away."

The chief eunuch didn't immediately realize where this transfer was going to take him.

Jiang Xiyu rubbed his aching forehead and said coldly, "I... do not wish to see him before the Emperor for the time being."

The chief eunuch was startled and nervously reminded him, "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince is protecting you in front of the Emperor for your safety."

"I know." Jiang Xiyu's eyes flickered with undercurrents. After a moment, he concealed those emotions and said, "It's just that he's causing too much trouble in front of me right now."

Those questioning tones, and the undisguised greed in his eyes, would all become obstacles to Jiang Xiyu's current actions.

With too many precedents to follow, the chief eunuch hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid the Crown Prince will not do as instructed."

By leaving the Emperor's presence, His Majesty's intention was clearly to distance himself from the Crown Prince.

Someone like the Crown Prince is unstoppable. He can come and go as he pleases in the Emperor's palace. How could he possibly submit?

Jiang Xiyu remained silent for a while, then slowly closed his eyes. After a long pause, he said very softly, "He will."

Even if Yuan Huan humbled himself before him, he could not change the arrogance in his bones. Wildness flowed in his blood, and he had the freedom of the Northern Plains, which was something Jiang Xiyu coveted all his life.

Yuan Huan, however, did.

Therefore, he can act recklessly and fearlessly reveal his feelings.

But Jiang Xiyu could not.

He did not.

So, aside from love, Jiang Xiyu, as the emperor, could give anything.

Only true love cannot...

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When the imperial edict was delivered to Yuan Huan, he was sitting there wiping the knife in his hand.

His sword had never been drawn since he arrived in the capital. Now, the sharp blade was being wiped clean, and it seemed as if it could slice through a handkerchief and draw blood if one was not careful.

The chief eunuch stood respectfully before him. After delivering the imperial edict, he clearly felt the chilling aura emanating from the blade, as if it were not just cold air, but a real, piercing blade.

As if he hadn't heard, Yuan Huan raised his sword to cover half of his indifferent eye.

He glanced at the chief eunuch with his other eye, and after a long while, asked in a deep voice, "Is this His Majesty's will?"

The chief eunuch nodded under the pressure and said, "That's right."

Yuan Huan scoffed, and in an instant, his pupils seemed to hold the image of a beast drenched in cold water.

As the beast struggled and grieved, finally succumbing to a pathetic compromise, Yuan Huan indifferently raised his eyes, which were calm and seemingly devoid of any emotion.

Only the knife standing before his right eye reflected his reddened, gloomy eye like a clear mirror.

Suddenly, Yuan Huan gripped the hilt of his sword, raised it, and stood up.

"Your Highness, please don't act rashly!"

Zhao Bai and Le Yuan were startled and instinctively rushed forward to stop them.

Yuan Huan's face was extremely pale, and his voice was hoarse: "Get out of the way!"

He's going to ask the young emperor.

Why did you treat him like that? Why did you say such harsh words to him?

He was only angry for a moment, which is why he said such offensive things to the young emperor.

The moment he stepped out of the palace, he had already made up his mind that as long as the young emperor didn't touch anyone else, he could pretend not to care or see whoever he summoned or whoever he was with.

He can learn those ridiculous rules of conduct between ruler and subject; he can pretend to be tolerant, magnanimous, and not overstep the boundaries.

Even at the very end, he felt that as long as the young emperor was still willing to let him stay by his side, and as long as this relationship could continue, he would grit his teeth and accept it.

As a result, the young emperor turned around and tried to send him away.

Yuan Huan really wanted to ask him, really wanted to point to his heart and ask if Jiang Xiyu's heart was only filled with exploitation and scheming.

Is it really true that there's not a shred of sincerity in him...?

It's okay if there's no sincerity, so why not even accept his?

The young emperor didn't want his true feelings...

Yuan Huan seemed to have fallen into an extremely strange state.

Seeing his reaction, Zhao Bai couldn't help but advise, "Your Highness, please don't act impulsively. If you anger His Majesty again, then really..."

They were waiting outside the palace when they overheard the prince flirting with the emperor. They thought the two were about to reconcile, given their normal tone. But in the blink of an eye, the emperor flew into a rage, and the prince walked out looking bewildered and dazed.

Judging from their appearance, it seems that the two have not reconciled, and their conflict has even escalated.

Le Yuan also asked why this was the case.

Zhao Bai thought to himself, "Why would there be a reason? It's simply because the person inside is an emperor."

High above, not to be challenged.

Ultimately, Your Majesty is first and foremost a monarch, and only secondly an ordinary person.

A monarch must renounce love and affection; only by becoming colder than the throne itself can he secure his position.

Besides, he was an emperor who was willing to sacrifice himself to seize power. Did you really think he was just as mediocre as the rumors suggested?

He could never give his heart away; the Crown Prince's greed is nothing more than trapping himself in his own web.

Yuan Huan suddenly gave a strange smile and calmly asked, "What will happen?"

He could accept another scolding, but the sight of the young emperor collapsing weakly onto the Luohan bed in anger suddenly caused a dull ache to spread through his heart.

The pain was so excruciating that he didn't even know how he got through it.

In this deathly and eerie atmosphere, Yuan Huan's calmness was nothing short of chilling.

It's as if beneath the calm surface lies a storm that could devour everything.

Cold sweat trickled down the eunuch's forehead. He hesitated for a moment before finally offering a suggestion: "His Majesty is currently in a fit of anger. Why doesn't the young master wait until His Majesty calms down before going?"

Yuan Huan sneered.

I thought the same thing last time, and it took me half a month to calm down.

He almost couldn't resist stealing the person again.

The laughter was so cold that the chief eunuch shrugged and said, "If Your Highness rushes over recklessly now, you might really annoy His Majesty. You can't do that. Why don't you retreat in order to advance?"

Zhao Bai echoed, "Yes, Your Highness, we can proceed cautiously by taking a step back."

Le Yuan was a rough man, and he blurted out, "If His Majesty really gets tired of it, it will be even more difficult for you, Your Highness."

Yuan Huan glared at him coldly.

Le Yuan hid behind Zhao Bai.

Yuan Huan remained silent for a long time before finally sheathing his sword.

Unable to suppress the redness in his eyes, he moved them slightly, revealing a faint glimmer of light.

"Fine, I won't bother him. I won't offer my heart to be trampled on. I, Yuan Huan, am not that despicable." Yuan Huan said, a bitter smile appearing on his lips, but his expression remained unusually calm.

So calm that no one could detect the cannibalistic look hidden beneath.

Since things have been made so clear, his continued approach would only make him seem shameless.

Since he's using us, let him use us.

The young emperor didn't want it, and he didn't care to give it to him either.

Yuan Huan coldly tore off his waist token and threw it on the ground. After a long while, he finally spat out a sentence through gritted teeth: "I quit."