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

Meanwhile, in Kitahara.

The letter that Yuan Huan had sent earlier has arrived.

Just then, the witch doctor was summoned to the royal palace, and during a casual chat with the King of Beiyuan, he mentioned this matter.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Heng's white hairs at his temples seemed to stand on end in anger. He slammed his hand on the table and cursed, "That bastard Yuan Jiuge! He knows to write you a letter, but he doesn't even write a letter to his father. Who's his father, you or me?!"

"His mother worries every day that he's not having a good time in the capital, and he, on the other hand, can't even let us know he's safe! He's really gone too far!"

The witch doctor was Yuan Heng's childhood friend and also Yuan Huan's uncle. He had watched Yuan Huan grow up. Hearing this, he smiled, stroked his beard, and said, "What good could he possibly want in a letter? He's just urging me to make him some Angui Pills."

Yuan Heng looked at him and said, "He told you to make Angui Pills and you made them? You brat think they're as easy as cabbages, something you can just take whenever you want."

The witch doctor took a sip of tea and felt a slight pain in his ears from the vibration.

Once the eagle had calmed down, he slowly said, "He said it was for someone else."

"A stranger?" Yuan Heng's eyes scrutinized him. "When would he ever have such kindness?"

Yuan Heng knew his son better than anyone else.

He never promoted his children, and Yuan Huan's education was always more about hands-on experience.

When Yuan Huan was young, he looked up at his father and said that he also wanted to become the Eagle of the Northern Plains. Yuan Heng then personally threw him off the cliff of the military camp, letting Yuan Huan fly and venture out on his own.

He also had his own selfish motives. At that time, Yuan Huan was only a teenager. While other children were enjoying the love of their families, Yuan Huan had already gone with him to witness the cruelty of the battlefield.

He thought that once the child was tired and hurt, he would obediently come back.

No parent in the world doesn't love their child. Rather than hoping that Yuan Huan would become an eagle of the Northern Plains, Yuan Heng thought that he should give up and become a swallow that flies low.

But Yuan Huan was born for the battlefield; he was not afraid of death or bloodshed.

He enjoys getting wet in the rain, and he also enjoys chasing.

He cultivated a wild and untamed spirit, becoming the second eagle soaring over the northern plains.

They excel externally, but cause a lot of headaches internally.

Others at Yuan Huan's age should be married and have children; if they were more proactive, their children would already be born.

But Yuan Huan's gaze seemed to be fixed on the sky, as if nothing else could catch his eye.

Yuan Heng thought to himself that there was probably no woman in the world who could restrain such a young man who yearned for the heavens.

Because of this, his mother often worried about his marriage.

It just so happened that the emperor bestowed a marriage upon him. Actually, marrying a princess wouldn't have been a big deal, but Yuan Huan was not happy about it.

Disobeying an imperial decree is a serious crime, and Yuan Huan was willing to go to the capital to accept his punishment in order to complete the marriage agreement with the royal family.

Yuan Heng had no choice but to go along with him.

The witch doctor told him that Yuan Jiuge was asking for the medicine for someone else. What kind of person could make him write such a letter? It might be someone who had piqued the boy's interest.

The witch doctor naturally shared this suspicion. He exchanged a glance with Yuan Heng and said, "I can tell from the worry in those words that it can't be faked."

Yuan Heng became interested and asked, "Could it be that you rejected a princess on your trip to the capital, but then set your sights on another nice girl?"

The witch doctor said, "Isn't this good? The princess is looking forward to Jiuge getting married every day, and it would be good if she could marry a gentle and refined woman from the capital."

"Can he find someone gentle and unassuming?" Yuan Heng laughed loudly, then said decisively, "Yuan Jiuge doesn't like gentle and unassuming women. In that respect, he takes after his father."

The witch doctor thought to himself, "You're quite proud of yourself," and sighed, "You'll find out when he gets back."

Yuan Heng's smile faded, and after a long while, he sighed deeply and said, "How can it be so easy to come back? The capital just wants to take this opportunity to put shackles on Beiyuan."

The shaman analyzed, "The court is wary of Beiyuan and will certainly not act rashly against Jiuge."

"Besides, don't you trust your son? The murky skies of the capital can't hold him back."

Yuan Heng said with disdain, "I'm not worried about him getting into trouble, but I'm afraid he won't control his temper and will be criticized for disrespecting the emperor."

The witch doctor shook his head and said, "You're overthinking it. Jiuge isn't the kind of person who doesn't know what's important."

Yuan Heng sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation: "I hope so. If anyone dares to spread any rumors about Bei Yuan's disrespect, I'll break his legs!"

……

Yuan Huan checked on most of the people in the palace and felt that it was about time, so he turned around and hurried to the emperor's bedroom. On the way, he suddenly sneezed.

He thought to himself, "Well, someone's been talking about me."

So he quickened his pace.

Jiang Xiyu was lying on the kang table, letting the head eunuch massage his sore shoulders and neck.

The marks on her neck were vivid, and Jiang Xiyu didn't seem to care much about showing them off.

The chief eunuch lowered his eyes, not daring to look, thinking that the young master was truly ruthless.

Last time it was a pinch mark, but this time the marks look as if every inch of His Majesty's neck has been pecked by an eagle.

As soon as Yuan Huan entered, he saw him lying there like a cat, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

The chief eunuch saw him and wanted to bow.

Yuan Huan put a finger to his lips, signaling him not to speak, and then quietly walked to the bedside.

The chief eunuch understood and lowered his hand to make room, and Yuan Huan took the opportunity to reach out and press his hand on it.

His strength was not well controlled, and Jiang Xiyu closed his eyes and frowned uncomfortably.

It wasn't until he felt that hand brazenly brush against his face that Jiang Xiyu lifted his eyelids and glanced at it vaguely.

Yuan Huan stared at the half of his face that was exposed, poked it, and whispered, "Your Majesty, you're enjoying yourself."

"Your Majesty?" Jiang Xiyu glanced at him and then looked away in a huff, saying only, "His Majesty isn't here. His Majesty died in bed last night."

Yuan Huan laughed upon hearing this.

Recently, the coldness in his eyes has been replaced by gentleness.

Such tenderness belonged only to the emperor. He said to the emperor, "Yes, yes, yes, there is no Your Majesty here. There is clearly only my husband, Yuan Jiuge, here."

Jiang Xiyu's long hair slipped down his back and onto his shoulder. He felt a slight ache from the pressure, and his long fingers, which were casually resting on the edge of the kang table, clenched for a moment. He murmured softly, "If you use any more force, my lord will be gone soon..."