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

It's hard to describe the feeling of seeing the young emperor lying lifeless on the couch at that moment.

The feeling was as if I had been thrown into an icy lake, enveloped by endless chill from head to toe.

He shouldn't have left. If he hadn't left, perhaps the young emperor wouldn't have been poisoned, and wouldn't be lying on his couch like this now.

Yuan Huan held him greedily until he heard soft breathing in his ear, and his body warmed up for a moment. He held him tightly, sometimes lightly, sometimes firmly, unwilling to let go for even a moment.

In the latter half of the night, Jiang Xiyu experienced alternating chills and fever, and the hair at her temples became damp from the torment.

Yuan Huan dared not hold him any longer. He ordered someone to bring hot water and personally wrung out a handkerchief to wipe him down.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't open her eyes, but she could vaguely sense someone beside her.

He frowned and said again, "Cold..."

Yuan Huan covered him tightly with the bedding and called out to the outside, "Someone, call the imperial physician over."

The group of people guarding outside hadn't actually left. Upon hearing this, the chief eunuch immediately pulled the imperial physician inside, with Zhao Bai and Le Yuanye following behind to observe the situation.

The imperial physician breathed a sigh of relief after taking his pulse.

The poison in His Majesty's body has caused a cold ailment. The medicine given by Prince Yuan is now neutralizing the poison and also neutralizing the cold, which is why His Majesty is experiencing alternating chills and fever.

After the imperial physician explained, he instructed that as long as they could get through the night, everything would be fine.

Yuan Huan's expression was icy. He stared at the imperial physician and asked, "Is there any way to alleviate this?"

The imperial physician lowered his head in a panic under that gaze and said in a trembling voice, "Yes...yes, I'll go and prepare a prescription right away."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stumbled and ran outside.

The chief eunuch originally wanted to tell Yuan Huan to take care of His Majesty, but seeing how much the heir apparent valued the matter, he decided not to bring it up.

He thought that the relationship between His Majesty and the Crown Prince had been cold for so long, and now was a chance to break the ice.

So the group stood quietly outside the beaded curtain, keeping watch.

Although Yuan Huan's expression was cold, his wiping motion was very gentle.

As Zhao Bai and Le Yuan watched, they suddenly realized that even someone as powerful as the Crown Prince could hardly catch his breath at this moment.

Half an hour later, the chief eunuch brought over the medicine.

Yuan Huan held the man in his arms and personally fed him.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't swallow the medicine; every time she drank a little, it would spill out.

Yuan Huan then gently pressed his finger against his Adam's apple, helping him swallow little by little.

Each time he swallowed, Jiang Xiyu would cough uncomfortably due to the itching in his throat, and Yuan Huan would patiently pat his chest to help him catch his breath.

After repeating this process, the bowl of medicine was finally finished.

The bedchamber was extremely quiet, and the candlelight burned slowly, making the night seem exceptionally long.

Despite the absence of a moon, the palace was brightly lit.

When the darkness on the horizon finally began to lighten, Jiang Xiyu opened her eyes slightly from her drowsy state.

His eyes were blurry as he made out the person holding him.

As if afraid he would get cold, the other person held him very tightly, his back warm and constantly warming him.

Jiang Xiyu stared at the sharply defined jawline and murmured in a daze, "Yuan Huan..."

"Um……"

The person holding him didn't move, but responded to him in a very low voice.

Jiang Xiyu weakly moved a finger and said in a hoarse voice, "You're holding me too tightly, I can't breathe..."

Yuan Huan stiffened, realizing he hadn't misheard, and subconsciously loosened his grip, asking, "Are you still feeling unwell?"

Jiang Xiyu said, "I want to drink water."

Yuan Huan quickly handed him the water that had been prepared nearby.

Jiang Xiyu held the cup in both hands and drank it down from his hands.

The sweetness that flooded between the lips and teeth instantly wiped away the lingering bitterness.

Yuan Huan looked down at him and said gently, "Do you want more?"

Jiang Xiyu shook her head.

Yuan Huan put down the bowl, wiped his lips with her thumb, and asked softly, "Are you still feeling unwell?"

Jiang Xiyu, still pale and sickly, closed her eyes and said, "I feel unwell..."

Yuan Huan reached out and held his neck, helping him to find a more comfortable position against her chest.

He kept his muscles relaxed, not daring to tense them too much, for fear that the young emperor would feel uncomfortable.

Are you still feeling unwell?

Jiang Xiyu's neck pain eased, and she gave a nasal "hmm".

But after leaning against him for a while, he struggled again, dissatisfied, and said, "I'm hot..."

When Yuan Huan saw him about to pull at his clothes, he stopped him, saying, "You can't pull them, you'll catch a cold."

People who are sick may be particularly difficult to appease and sensitive, and may throw a tantrum at the slightest inconvenience.

"I don't want you to hold me..."

His eyes were wet and red, as if they were filled with grievances.

Although Yuan Huan knew that His Majesty would not show such grievance, his heart still ached terribly.

It hurts so much!

Yuan Huan hugged him tightly and couldn't help but tighten his grip, gently coaxing, "I'll protect you."

Jiang Xiyu sniffled for a moment, his voice dry as he spoke, "I don't want you to guard..."

Without a moment's hesitation, Yuan Huan said in a hoarse voice, "I was wrong."

He pressed his face against Jiang Xiyu's temple and repeated softly, "I was wrong, Your Majesty."

"Please don't be angry with me anymore, okay?"

"When Your Majesty is better, I'll take you to fly kites, okay?"

"If you want freedom, a kite can fly very high, and Your Majesty can see very far."

"Or is there anything else you want? Do you want military power?"

"I'll give you anything to get rid of your anger."

"Don't be angry..."

"And don't get sick..."

"I'll give you whatever you want."

At that moment, my heart seemed to be burning with an unusual heat.

That heat, accompanied by sensitive emotions, rushed straight to her eyes. Jiang Xiyu's eyes trembled, and she inexplicably felt a little sore.

He seemed to be lost in thought, yet also somewhat awake.

After a long while, she closed her eyes and murmured almost inaudibly, "Nobody's here..."

"What?" Yuan Huan stroked his hair, not having heard clearly.

Jiang Xiyu remained silent. After feeling the warmth of the person behind him, a slight, mocking smile appeared on his lips.

No one has ever flattered me like this.

No one really cares whether I am sick or not.

Yuan Huan, why do you care?

Jiang Xiyu felt desolate, yet Yuan Huan's words gave rise to an inexplicable and absurd expectation.

Perhaps it's an expectation that there are people in this world who care.

It wasn't his identity that mattered; it was Jiang Xiyu himself that mattered.

So, his voice seemed somewhat ethereal as he asked him, "Why?"

why?

Isn't liking someone based on lust?

Isn't greed simply a matter of being infatuated with each other's bodies?

Why say these incredibly precious words?

"Why..." Yuan Huan lowered his head and stared intently at him. After a long while, he seemed to sigh and whispered in his ear, telling him seriously in a voice as if he were revealing his weakness to Jiang Xiyu alone: ​​"Because my life is in His Majesty's hands."

Jiang Xiyu remained calm on the surface.

But Yuan Huan could clearly feel that the earlobe that was originally cool and soft against his cheek suddenly turned red and became hot.

The burning sensation lasted for a long time, so long that Yuan Huan couldn't help but want to completely embrace him and melt him into his bones.

Yuan Huan looked at him and clutched his life tightly.

Jiang Xiyu didn't look up, but she could still vaguely feel that gentle gaze.

After a long pause, he took a deep breath and made a gesture as if to reach out and touch Yuan Huan's face.

Yuan Huan grabbed his wrist and pulled him to touch himself.

Jiang Xiyu finally spoke: "Lower yourself a little more, I have something to say to you."

Yuan Huan lowered his head and moved closer to Jiang Xiyu's face.

Jiang Xiyu gently stroked his right cheek, pulling him towards her, and suddenly tilted her head back to kiss him.

Ok.

You're trying to coax me like this.

I forgive you.

Please forgive me as well.