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

"court death!"

The assassin was startled and momentarily lost his composure.

Jiang Xiyu immediately kicked the man away and stabbed the assassin in the abdomen with his knife.

He then drew his sword without hesitation, and blood splattered onto his cheeks, making it look as if a blood mole had been placed at the corner of his eye.

Jiang Xiyu narrowed her eyes, and a hint of murderous aura inexplicably appeared in her brows and eyes.

He turned to smile at the person who approached, but before he could say anything, he was pulled into a warm embrace.

The smell of blood lingered between them, and Yuan Huan tightened his grip on his arm.

He rushed back without stopping, and when he saw the scene, his heart almost stopped.

Yuan Huan wiped the blood from Jiang Xiyu's cheek with trembling hands. After confirming that he was not injured, he cursed under his breath.

Jiang Xiyu looked up at him, caught a glimpse of the thing he used to smash people down, and said with a soft laugh, "This head is rather frightening."

Yuan Huan's jaw tightened, and he didn't reply. He just looked at the fighting crowd and said sternly, "Leave no one alive!"

His tall and broad figure enveloped Jiang Xiyu like a screen.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yuan Huan slightly bent down and knelt on one knee, put one arm around Jiang Xiyu's legs, and then easily picked him up and let him sit steadily in his arms.

Jiang Xiyu's feet suddenly left the ground, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

He instinctively wrapped his arms around Yuan Huan's neck and looked down at Yuan Huan's angry face.

Yuan Huan stepped forward and stepped on the assassin who had just attacked Jiang Xiyu. A moment later, the sound of bones breaking came from under his feet.

Crushing the corpse couldn't quell his rage. Yuan Huan fiercely ordered the fighting guards and the Imperial Guards who rushed to the scene, "Slice them to pieces!"

Soon, the suicide squad members were powerless to resist the encirclement and annihilation.

The soldiers did not kill them with a single blow, but instead, following Yuan Huan's orders, subjected them to a form of torture, cutting them into countless pieces until their blood completely stained the road. Only then did the group kneel down to beg for forgiveness.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

Le Yuan knelt there, cold sweat pouring down his face, feeling the terrifying gaze of his young master.

I can't even imagine what would have happened if the assassin's blade had actually struck His Majesty. I bet everyone present today would have been torn to pieces by the Crown Prince.

Yuan Huan's shadow remained motionless, but its oppressive aura, even more so than the bloody night, transformed into invisible claws, slamming the heads of everyone present to the ground.

They even felt as if they were the corpse that the prince had crushed, their bodies limp, almost collapsing to the ground like the corpse.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

Jiang Xiyu noticed that he was angry, but remained silent.

He looked down at Yuan Huan's head, his fingertips touching his sweaty temples, then tracing his cold, demon-like profile, before finally raising his hand to touch the top of his head.

It was an extremely soothing gesture, like a master stroking the feathers of a ruffled eagle, silently coaxing it not to give birth.

The suffocating shadow finally stirred.

Yuan Huan swept his cold gaze over the crowd and said in a chilling voice, "From this day forward, everyone in the palace must be under my watchful eye. From the foot of Mount Li to the palace, the Imperial Guards must patrol in shifts without any gaps."

"If this happens again, I will take your lives!" Yuan Huan said in a deep voice.

Everyone tensed up and responded loudly, "Yes!"

Yuan Huan carried the person in one arm and kicked aside the corpses blocking his way.

Jiang Xiyu sat in the crook of his arm and felt that it was so high.

Such a powerful eagle, its outstretched wings seemed to crush his knees.

Yet his robust and imposing physique also gave Jiang Xiyu a strange sense of security.

However, being held like this does indeed lose the dignity of an emperor.

Jiang Xiyu lowered his head, leaned closer to Yuan Huan, and said, "Put me down."

The tone was extremely gentle.

Yuan Huan paused for a moment, refusing to put him down, and said in a gentler tone, "The ground is dirty."

It's all blood.

Although the young emperor's shoes were stained with a few drops of ink, he still didn't want to put the person down.

Such filthy bloodstains were hardly worthy of his presence, especially with corpses lying haphazardly on the ground.

Jiang Xiyu didn't refuse, and simply sat in his arms, admiring the moon.

Blood beneath your feet, the moon overhead—how bizarre!

He seemed quite pleased with it, perhaps because he had acquired a fierce mount.

Jiang Xiyu smiled faintly.

……

Yuan Huan placed the person in the main seat, had someone bring clean shoes and socks, and then knelt down to take off Jiang Xiyu's blood-stained shoes.

Actually, Jiang Xiyu was being held by him, and there wasn't much blood on her at all.

Her fair insteps touched Yuan Huan's palm, and she suddenly curled up a little shyly.

Yuan Huan's hands were burning hot, and he warmed them for Jiang Xiyu without saying a word. Only when the maid brought clean socks did he put them on for him.

Seeing that the coldness on his face hadn't faded, Jiang Xiyu said softly, "Why are you still angry?"

Yuan Huan put his socks on for him, then looked up and stared intently at the blood that had been smeared on Jiang Xiyu's cheek. His tone was awkward but much gentler.

He countered, "What are you going out for?"

Jiang Xiyu smiled and gently placed her foot on Yuan Huan's thigh muscle, feeling his strength as she said, "I wanted to see if you were back. I've been thinking about you and can't sleep."

"I didn't expect you to be back so soon..."

Yuan Huan swallowed hard and cursed inwardly.

damn it.

If I had come back any later, I would have died here.

Last time it was poisoning, this time it's assassination. I really can't leave for a moment.

If I leave again, I might come back one day and be dead.

After this ordeal in the capital, such incidents will likely only increase in the future.

Yuan Huan showed a rare hint of worry, but revealed it in no way.

He was silent for a moment, then wrung out a handkerchief to wipe Jiang Xiyu's face and said, "I brought you a gift."

Jiang Xiyu, her voice muffled from his wiping, asked, "What is it?"

“I was angry just now, and that head…” Yuan Huan paused for a moment before remembering what he had thrown, and shouted, “Someone come here!”

Jiang Xiyu laughed and stopped him, saying, "Forget it, I don't want a head. It's disgusting to look at."

He only asked, "Whose head is it?"

Yuan Huan recounted what had happened in the capital.

After hearing this, Jiang Xiyu smiled, bent her finger to lift his chin, and said as if praising him, "You cut it so well."

Yuan Huan sighed, wiped his hands with a handkerchief before reaching for Jiang Xiyu's fingertips, and looked up at him, saying, "Of course, it's to win His Majesty's favor."

"I'm so happy," Jiang Xiyu said with a smile.

As he spoke, he leaned down and met Yuan Huan's gaze, whispering as if to a lover, "I see that the Crown Prince is not very happy."

"What did I do to upset you? Let me coax you a little, okay?"

Jiang Xiyu tilted her head slightly, her wet eyes reflecting Yuan Huan's face.

It's like a clear, bright lake, beckoning people to jump in.

Yuan Huan jumped, finally letting go of his pent-up anger.

His nose pressed against Jiang Xiyu's, and he said in a low, hoarse voice, "Your Majesty, why did you poison yourself..."