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

Their closeness was devoid of lust, intertwined with apology and heartache.

Yuan Huan kissed him gently and tenderly, as if pouring out all the longing he had accumulated over the past few days.

The person in his arms was like a cloud, or the most luxurious flower in the capital.

Either way, it would be unattainable for others.

At this moment, Yuan Huan lifted him up and held him in his arms, as if he were holding a treasure bestowed by heaven, a treasure that belonged only to him.

He kept Jiang Xiyu in the softest corner of his heart, willing to treat him with all the tenderness he had in his life, hoping that he could get better, hoping that he could stay healthy, and hoping that he could shield him from all the shocks and suffering.

Hiding inside, Jiang Xiyu felt the soft warmth gently shed the coldness and frost from her heart. It was gradually melted away by the other's touch, transforming into water after the snow had melted, revealing the clear heart beneath.

He finally couldn't resist and completely hid under Yuan Huan's protection.

Tasting the wind of the Northern Plains, savoring the water of the Northern Plains, leaning against the most majestic mountain of the Northern Plains, he also sensed what the other party wanted to give him, which was also what he wanted most: freedom.

What no one else in the world could give, only Yuan Huan was willing to give.

Thus, in such intimate moments, Jiang Xiyu found unprecedented peace and pleasure.

He called out Yuan Huan's name again and again, and murmured Yuan Jiuge's name over and over again.

He wanted him, he wanted his eagle…

He felt that Yuan Huan would give him everything he had.

So, with a mixture of closeness and distance, he whispered tenderly, "Reply to me..."

Yuan Huan chuckled softly, looked down at him, and asked, "What should I say in return?"

“Return my name.”

"Xi Yu?"

Jiang Xiyu nodded without hesitation.

Yuan Huan hugged him and gently rocked him, repeating tenderly several times, "Xi Yu... Xi Yu?"

"Ah."

Yuan Huan embraced him tightly, her eyes as dark as the night, and after a long while, she called out to him with a sigh, "My love..."

Jiang Xiyu paused for a moment, hesitated for a while, and then responded in a low, hoarse voice.

"Um……"

Yuan Huan kissed his cheek deeply and said, "Will Your Majesty change your mind?"

"No..." Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyelashes to hide the tears welling up in her eyes, and said again, "This time it won't happen."

With such a tiny creature in his arms, Yuan Huan couldn't help but reach out and ruffle its hair.

Jiang Xiyu sat next to him without refusing, but said to him, "Don't be too presumptuous."

Nowadays, the word "unrestrained" has inexplicably become a love phrase.

Yuan Huan listened, then whispered in his ear, "Xi Yu is too thin, it breaks my heart to see him like this."

Jiang Xiyu glanced at him sideways, feeling the breadth and strength of his chest, and simply retorted, "You're just too strong."

Any man in the capital would lower himself before Yuan Huan.

No one can compare to the eagle forged in the battlefield; its arms and strength are gifts bestowed upon it after conquering mountains and rivers.

Now, he is so gentle.

It was simply because she was holding her fragile lover in her arms.

"I will heal you," Yuan Huan said softly, unsure whether he was speaking to the other person or to himself.

His chin rested on Jiang Xiyu's shoulder, not daring to exert too much force, yet he longed to get closer to that comfortable coolness.

The tips of her hair brushed against her neck, causing a ticklish sensation, and the peace lock bell fell into her clothes.

Jiang Xiyu frowned slightly from the cold, but did not flinch.

He doesn't really care whether he can get better or not. Even if he can't get better, he still wants to finish what he needs to do.

Jiang Xiyu thought for a while, then quietly let Yuan Huan lean against her, her gaze wandering elsewhere.

Hearing the slightly heavy breathing beside him, Jiang Xiyu came to her senses and nudged him, saying, "Let me go and sleep for a while."

Yuan Huan kept his eyes closed and did not answer, it was unclear whether he was asleep or not.

Jiang Xiyu looked down at the obvious dark circles under his eyes, sighed almost imperceptibly for a moment, and stayed close to him without saying anything.

Just as he closed his eyes to rest, he suddenly heard Yuan Huan whisper, "I'll stay by your side... I can't let you go..."

Jiang Xiyu leaned her head against his, and after a moment, she closed her eyes and whispered in response, "Okay..."

When we hug each other, we can rely on each other.

The two hearts were closer than ever before.

……

There was no movement inside the palace until noon, when the palace servants who were serving the meal came to wait outside the palace. Only then did the chief eunuch finally be unable to resist and quietly enter to check.

Through the beaded curtain, he saw the two people embracing on the couch and decided not to go in and disturb them.

As he turned to leave, Jiang Xiyu suddenly opened his eyes.

The hazy weariness in his eyes vanished in an instant, revealing an undisguised sharpness.

The chief eunuch hesitated for a moment as he turned around, then stopped respectfully.

Jiang Xiyu glanced at him and then looked away.

He had been held by Yuan Huan for too long and too tightly, and his shoulders and neck ached, half of his body was numb, and his face was flushed.

Yuan Huan leaned against him and slept quite soundly, perhaps because he hadn't slept well for half a month. Even when someone came in, he didn't notice.

Jiang Xiyu's fingertips curled up slightly, and after a moment, she raised her hand to pull at the arm that was wrapped around her.

Before I could even exert any force, the arm tightened its grip instinctively.

Yuan Huan was extremely sleepy. He didn't open his eyes or let them open, and only said in a hoarse voice, "Where to?"

Jiang Xiyu patted his arm and, seeing this, lowered her voice and said, "Nowhere."

He was about to tell the chief eunuch to leave.

Yuan Huan nuzzled him and he opened his eyes, asking, "Are you hungry?"

Jiang Xiyu was silent for a moment, then asked, "Are you hungry?"

Yuan Huan regained some of his senses and removed his chin from his shoulder.

The sudden departure made Jiang Xiyu frown uncomfortably.

When Yuan Huan saw this, he stretched out his stiff and numb hands and rubbed them for him.

The chief eunuch waited a while before asking, "Your Majesty, shall we order the meal?"

"Pass it on," Jiang Xiyu said, shifting his shoulders.

He glanced at Yuan Huan, as if he had reverted to his previous wicked smile, and accused, "I'm starving to death, and I'm about to be crushed to death by you."

Yuan Huan smiled and gently massaged his shoulders to attend to him.

It was a rare moment of tenderness between the two, and Yuan Huan didn't really want to think about it, but there were some things he needed to deal with.

Only when the maids brought the washbasin did Yuan Huan finally let go of him.

After washing up, the two used some things.

After Jiang Xiyu finished drinking the medicine, the chief eunuch brought up the important matter.

Li Qingluan has been detained and is awaiting her fate.

Consort Li refused to admit that she had poisoned His Majesty, saying that she had only given him some aphrodisiac.

Aphrodisiac?

Yuan Huan suddenly realized something, his face immediately turned ugly, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

In an increasingly somber atmosphere.

He suddenly loosened his fist, turned his head to Jiang Xiyu and forced a smile, saying, "Your Majesty, she has quite the nerve."

The deep tone of his voice calling "Your Majesty" was incredibly intimate, as if the lust was mixed with a tenderness twisted by murderous intent. To others, it was as if he was calling out "Your Majesty" rather than "Your Majesty," but some other more secretive title.

For a moment, everyone waiting nearby wished they could bury their heads in the ground.

Jiang Xiyu, however, understood and gave him a warning look.

Those upturned eyes held something only they knew, like a spring breeze brushing over the murderous aura surrounding Yuan Huan.

Yuan Huan pursed his thin lips slightly, and after a while, his mood visibly improved again.