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

"Your Majesty, why did you poison yourself...?"

Jiang Xiyu paused for a moment, then turned her face slightly away to avoid meeting Yuan Huan's gaze.

He didn't speak, and Yuan Huan's gaze remained fixed on him.

After a while, Jiang Xiyu felt inexplicably guilty under the stare, so he decided not to hide it anymore and said in a vague tone, "I...didn't drink much. I consulted the doctor before taking the poison, and it won't harm my life."

The period of his cold war with Yuan Huan gave Li Qingluan the opportunity.

Jiang Xiyu had sent people to keep an eye on Li Qingluan long ago, and when he learned that she was going to drug him, he simply played along.

What he wanted was a reason that no one in the world could refute; otherwise, how easy would it be to take action against the Empress Dowager's maternal clan? Only by making them set their sights on him could he take advantage of the situation and justifiably confiscate the Li family's property.

Yuan Huan listened with a mixture of anger and amusement, saying, "How can Your Majesty be so heartless as to be able to harm yourself?"

"Next time, you don't need to ruin your body. If you want to take poison or harm yourself, just do it to me."

"It would be best if Your Majesty killed me, so that I would no longer feel sorry for you, you unfaithful lover."

Yuan Huan emphasized the last three words.

He was so preoccupied with his concerns that he couldn't focus his energy on anything else.

At the moment, he was only suspicious and wanted to test the waters, but he never expected that the young emperor would actually take poison himself.

Yuan Huan was angry at Jiang Xiyu for not taking care of his health, but he didn't want to lash out at him, so he deliberately kept a cold face, didn't say anything, and just stared at him.

Jiang Xiyu looked at him, and after a moment, her long eyelashes trembled inexplicably, revealing a slightly weak appearance.

He pursed his lips and said softly, "I will not be this unfaithful man anymore. How about I become Yuan Jiuge's lover?"

The young emperor truly seems to have been born with the ability to soften people's hearts and evoke pity.

Yes, at first glance, and even more so now.

His tone, expression, and posture were all perfectly seductive, especially his moist eyes, which conveyed a sense of grievance in every glance.

The young emperor wanted to use this approach to turn the page on the matter.

Yuan Huan knew this, but he refused to listen.

However, during this prolonged standoff, Yuan Huan's heart gradually softened.

Seeing that he remained silent, Jiang Xiyu said, "I'm not lying to you, it really won't happen again in the future."

He looked at Yuan Huan's face, then took the handkerchief draped beside the washbasin and gently wiped him clean.

She wiped away all the bloodstains, then leaned in and kissed his cheek, saying, "I've never served anyone before. If you want to make amends, how about I serve you tonight?"

Yuan Huan thought to himself, "How could I let him get away with this like that?" But he said aloud, "How could I dare to let His Majesty serve me?"

Jiang Xiyu's hand moved down to stroke his sharp Adam's apple, and she even mischievously pressed it down, drawing out her words: "Then let your lover serve you, shall we?"

Yuan Huan remained silent, his heart burning with excitement.

This is fucking unbearable.

Jiang Xiyu dropped her handkerchief, put her arm around his shoulder, and said, "I missed you so much."

Don't you want to know how much I miss you?

Jiang Xiyu raised the corners of her eyes and teased.

"Don't you want to smell your favorite fragrance?"

The mere mention of "I miss you" had already stirred Yuan Huan's heart, and now the words "smell the fragrance" had completely left him helpless and powerless to resist.

Yuan Huan's chest heaved for a moment, and as he touched the man's face, he felt that the man was really bad.

No one in this world is worse than Jiang Xiyu, and no one is more lovable than him.

He couldn't resist this person; those ambiguous words always managed to touch his heart.

But he was always good at feigning innocence, which made Yuan Huan feel that he was blaspheming the other person every time.

It's like desecrating a pure white magnolia. No matter who holds it in their arms, they can't remain calm. Instead, they'll only want to dye it with their own color and flavor.

No one can escape this madness.

Yuan Huan suddenly said in a low voice, "Alright, let's see how much they want."

How fragrant it is...

Jiang Xiyu smiled and casually raised her neck for him.

……

The faint light of dawn lifted the curtain on the deep night.

Inside the hall, the incense was mixed with a cool fragrance, lingering in the air.

At this moment, the gauze curtain swayed, and Jiang Xiyu suddenly reached out and disturbed it.

He haphazardly tore at the gauze curtain and clenched it tightly, his knuckles straining to pull up the dark blue veins, which seemed to be about to burst through the thin skin.

But every time he was stretched to his limit, a second hand would emerge from behind the gauze curtain to relieve his force.

That hand was like the claw of a beast, it held Jiang Xiyu captive, forcibly interlocking their fingers.

The difference in skin tone and the prominent veins on the arm muscles made the other hand, which was restrained, look rather pitiful when it exerted force.

The gauze curtains hung pitifully, as if trembling slightly.

In the end, Jiang Xiyu was ruthlessly deprived of her right to hold the gauze curtain.

Without power, Jiang Xiyu's eyes gleamed with a flicker of light as he suppressed a cough and said, "Yuan Jiuge, I'm really going to die..."

A muffled laugh escaped Yuan Huan's throat as he whispered maliciously to Jiang Xiyu, "I am avenging Your Majesty."

"How can you let those who harmed you get away with it?"

Jiang Xiyu tried to run away, saying, "If I die, you will be guilty of regicide..."

“Yes, so I will punish myself by being buried with His Majesty, to die together, okay?” Yuan Huan was no longer soft-hearted. He pulled Jiang Xiyu’s chin back and kissed him, sighing softly, “I’m about to die too…”

Let's go crazy together, let's die together.

I'll give you a chance to live, so please give me a way to survive in return.

The battle only came to an end when the sky brightened and then set again in the west.

……

When Yuan Huan woke up, the person on the bed had long hair covering their body, and their face was flushed red as they faced him, breathing heavily.

Yuan Huan was reluctant to get up, but he still had things to do.

So he quietly picked up his clothes, put them on, and then went out of the palace.

Le Yuan was still kneeling outside when he saw that Yuan Huan's robes were not fully fastened when he came out. He was so frightened that he didn't even dare to slack off. The others guarding him were even more so.

Yuan Huan's face was expressionless, but his eyes revealed an undisguised satisfaction.

If the master is pleased, the subordinates will naturally also get some benefits.

As a result, Le Yuan was already punished for his dereliction of duty last night, but now he can get up early.

Yuan Huan glanced at the sky, instructed the chief eunuch to prepare a meal, and then left with Zhao Bai and Le Yuan.

Last night's assassination should serve as a warning.

The first thing Yuan Huan had to do after waking up was to ensure that there were no more oversights in the palace.

Zhao Bai followed behind him and reminded him, "In my opinion, Your Highness should make preparations as soon as possible."

The struggle between the Empress Dowager and His Majesty has clearly become public.

However, the Imperial Guards in the capital and the troops guarding the surrounding areas number no less than 300,000. What's even more critical is that all 300,000 of them are under the control of the Empress Dowager.

The troops the Crown Prince brought from Beiyuan, plus the Imperial Guard, numbered at most a little over 120,000.

Although the Empress Dowager would not risk being scorned by the world by besieging Mount Li, it is still necessary to prepare for the worst in everything.

Yuan Huan naturally knew this as well. He straightened his collar and said in a deep voice, "You will handle this matter personally. Have Garuda go ahead and deliver the message, telling Fu Boyuan to lead his troops to the capital at all costs!"

That was the closest Northern Plains army to the capital, but it would take them at least a long time to get here.

Zhao Bai said worriedly, "Without the order from the capital, we will likely be blocked at every checkpoint. Unless His Majesty issues an edict, the Northern Plains Army will have no legitimate reason to launch an attack."

"Also, it might be difficult to discuss this matter with the Prince."

The mobilization of troops is related to the situation in Beiyuan and the capital. Moreover, the Crown Prince caused trouble by mobilizing troops while drunk, which led to the Prince issuing a strict order that before the Crown Prince inherits the title, any large-scale mobilization of Beiyuan troops must be stamped with the Prince's private seal.

When will this ordeal finally end?

Yuan Huan clicked his tongue in annoyance: "What's so hard to say? Haven't I done enough of acting first and reporting later?"

“Tell my father that if he doesn’t come, he can just wait for his son to commit suicide for love!”