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

At this moment, Yuan Huan was returning from outside the imperial palace.

As soon as they arrived at the palace gate, Zhao Bai hurriedly went down the steps to greet them.

He had been waiting at the door for quite some time.

These past few days, the Crown Prince has been returning around this time every day, which makes Zhao Bai a little worried. In addition, today the Crown Prince saw that His Majesty left that beauty behind, and he's probably feeling quite unhappy about it.

As they got closer, Zhao Bai could smell a faint scent of wine.

Zhao Bai pulled on the reins and couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, have you been drinking?"

Yuan Huan gave a faint "hmm" and nimbly dismounted.

That's what he said, but there was absolutely no sign of drunkenness on his face.

Upon closer inspection, it appears to be no different from usual.

That's how it is. The Crown Prince was just as normal when he got drunk last time, and then he turned around and kidnapped His Majesty.

This time, it was hard to tell whether he was truly drunk or faking it.

Perhaps, this is an excuse to do something.

As Zhao Bai was guessing, he suddenly noticed the paper kite in Yuan Huan's hand.

The kite didn't look very well made, but at least you could tell that the pattern was a swallow.

Could this kite be...?

Before Zhao Bai could get a good look, Yuan Huan suddenly turned around and asked him with a not-so-good expression, "What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to keep a close eye on the little emperor?"

Zhao Bai beckoned someone to lead the horse, and followed behind him, explaining, "Le Yuan is watching over there."

Yuan Huan gripped the kite tightly, about to speak, when he saw someone running towards him from a distance.

Le Yuan looked flustered, and when he stopped, his breathing was a little disordered, but he still said intermittently, "Your Highness, no, something bad has happened!"

Yuan Huan's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition immediately struck him.

The next moment, he vaguely lost some sound in his ears.

Le Yuan said, "It's...it's His Majesty! Something has happened to His Majesty!"

"His Majesty has been poisoned!"

Yuan Huan's fingers suddenly tightened, and the edges of the kite seemed to crumble.

As they walked towards the palace, they encountered numerous imperial physicians hastily summoned by the eunuchs, and those guarding outside the palace also wore somber expressions.

Yuan Huan bypassed the crowd and stepped into the bedchamber, his body seemingly enveloped in a terrifyingly cold aura.

Upon seeing him approach, the chief eunuch hurriedly stepped forward to try and stop him, saying, "Your Highness, the imperial physician is treating patients inside; you cannot go in..."

A momentary daze caused Yuan Huan to abruptly stop in his tracks. His handsome face showed an unusual blankness and emptiness, and his dark pupils were as black as an abyss.

He stopped for only a moment, and then pushed aside the person blocking his way.

The beaded curtain made a crisp sound when it was struck.

Yuan Huan stood there, silently watching the scene on the couch.

The young emperor lay there, his black hair flowing like water across the bedding. He had his eyes closed as if he were asleep, but his face was deathly pale.

He looked healthy and strong when I saw him during the day, but now, less than half a day later, he appeared before me looking so weak and frail.

Yuan Huan stood there, stunned, the kite in his hand having fallen from his grasp without him noticing.

It felt as if a sharp blade had suddenly slashed open my chest, leaving me breathless and accompanied by a piercing, icy pain.

Le Yuan picked up the kite and, after his initial shock, quietly glanced at Yuan Huan.

Yuan Huan's face was expressionless, but his powerful gaze held a hint of shattering.

He looked at the imperial physicians, who were exchanging bewildered glances, seemingly at a loss for what to do.

Finally, as if he had had enough, he strode up, lifted the person kneeling beside the bed, and then took out the Angui Pill.

Yuan Huan roared, "Bring me water!"

His voice was hoarse, as if every word he uttered was difficult to say.

The last time His Majesty had such a bad cough, it was this medicine that saved him.

The head eunuch recognized him and quickly went to pour him some water.

Yuan Huan held Jiang Xiyu's chin and stuffed a blood-red pill into his lips.

The first time I didn't put it in properly, the medicine almost fell out.

This time, the water was placed properly, but the person was unconscious and couldn't swallow. The water poured in simply slid down the corners of his mouth, wetting the pillow.

Yuan Huan was extremely anxious, so he drank the medicine himself and bent down to breathe on the other man's back.

Jiang Xiyu finally swallowed, and the medicine slid down with the water.

The chief eunuch, who was standing nearby, quickly turned around and stood in front of the two men, preventing the imperial physicians from peeping.

The imperial physicians kept their heads down, not daring to do anything about it.

Yuan Huan glanced at Jiang Xiyu's tightly closed eyes, took out a handkerchief to wipe the water stains from his lips, and then lovingly stroked his face.

His face looked even thinner, so small that it seemed as if Yuan Huan could completely encircle him with one hand.

Yuan Huan forced himself to stand up, suppressing his heartache, and quietly called for a royal physician to come forward, saying, "Go and take his pulse again."

The imperial physician, trembling, did as instructed, but upon examination, he discovered that the pulse seemed to have eased somewhat.

He went for a follow-up appointment, still with some doubts, but the result was the same.

Logically speaking, His Majesty's poison was extremely potent, and since there was no source of the poison for them to identify, they didn't know how to proceed and could only temporarily alleviate the toxicity with medication.

Unexpectedly, after Prince Yuan fed His Majesty only one pill, the poison seemed to be fading.

The imperial physician couldn't help but marvel: "This medicine is truly miraculous!"

Yuan Huan's expression softened somewhat.

The heavy atmosphere in the hall dissipated, and everyone felt as if the dark clouds that had been pressing on their hearts had lifted. They all raised their sleeves to wipe the cold sweat from their foreheads.

To ensure the diagnosis was accurate, more than a dozen imperial physicians repeatedly came forward to examine His Majesty's pulse, and the final conclusion was that His Majesty's poison had indeed been neutralized.

Yuan Huan's expression was cold and stern as he uttered two words in a low voice: "Get out."

The chief eunuch wiped away his tears, breathed a sigh of relief, and led the imperial physician away.

Once the hall had quieted down.

Yuan Huan stood by the couch, staring intently. After a long while, he sat back down on the edge of the couch, carefully touched Jiang Xiyu's hand, and then gently rubbed it before taking it into his palm.

It's too cold.

He offered half of his face to Jiang Xiyu's palm, as if trying to warm him with his own warmth.

During the day, he actually just wanted to sneak a peek at the young emperor.

But when he saw the young emperor smiling at others, he still couldn't control the turbulent emotions surging within him.

I thought I had put on a good show, but I was clearly always so vulnerable when faced with the real situation.

If it were anyone else, Yuan Huan wouldn't have acted this way.

But this person is not suitable.

He would constantly think that he wanted the other person to only see him, to only have eyes for him, and even demand that the other person's heart be only for him.

Actually, this really doesn't resemble him at all.

Yuan Huan sighed.

Zhao Bai said that the young emperor appeared to be walking towards him during the day.

But he overlooked the fact that the darkness in his heart was at play.

His intention in leaving was to find an excuse to get drunk, and then come back to kidnap someone and apologize to him.

He had already prepared an apology, and even went down the mountain to learn how to fold kites for several days, hoping to make up with him when he returned tonight.

He knew that the young emperor was a ruler, and he could not bow his head; his situation also did not allow him to truly open his heart to others.

The throne is utterly cold; once seated, one must constantly be wary of the schemes of others.

Now that he's been schemed against and is in bad shape, how could he possibly trust others so easily again?

Many things, if you peel away the emotions, can actually reveal the unspeakable secrets behind them.

I shouldn't have argued with him like that.

This wasn't a big deal to begin with. As long as he learned to pretend, he would eventually be able to put the young emperor at ease.

Why did I, who am usually so easygoing, have to fight over this matter so fiercely? In the end, I didn't win, and the little emperor has become this fragile person he is now.

Yuan Huan, you're a complete scoundrel.

Yuan Huan gritted his teeth, cursing bitterly with regret in his heart.

Besides, he preferred the young emperor to smile at him most of the time rather than being cold to him.

Whether it was genuine or feigned, cunning or innocent, his smile was always so beautiful.

Every time he looked at it, his heart melted.

There is no one else in this world who can make him feel this way.

Yuan Huan tidied his disheveled hair with his fingers, then slowly bent down and gently embraced the person on the bed, as if afraid that he would break him if he used too much force.

He buried his face in the neck, feeling the coolness of the skin against his cheek, and smelling the familiar, cool fragrance, a strange soreness welled up in his nose.

How did it end up in such a pitiful state...?

Damn it, it broke his heart to see that.

"Jiang Yan, Xi Yu..."

His tone was low and gentle, and he apologized with a coaxing tenderness.

My heart is breaking.

My Majesty.

"I was wrong……"