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

“How could I bear to part with it?” Yuan Huan said, sitting beside him.

His hand slid down his shoulder, across Jiang Xiyu's spine, and then rested on his waist.

Yuan Huan could easily control the curves of that area with his hands. He cupped Jiang Xiyu's waist and massaged him, his deep voice close to his ear as he asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Jiang Xiyu remained silent, but her eyes revealed a hint of tenderness and affection.

It's too sour...

He squinted at Yuan Huan.

Although there was a hint of pity in her eyes, Yuan Huan still felt an overwhelming sense of resentment.

He couldn't help but pull Jiang Xiyu into his arms, resting his chin on Jiang's shoulder, and seemed to smile.

"Your Majesty, say something to me, please?"

Jiang Xiyu refused to speak, so Yuan Huan rubbed against his neck vigorously.

"It's very itchy."

Jiang Xiyu couldn't take it anymore and bumped her head against Yuan Huan's head, feeling as if she had hit iron.

He hissed, his voice slightly hoarse, and said in a coquettish tone, "Yuan Jiuge, it hurts so much!"

The more naturally intimate the two became, the less the young emperor's boyish nature could be hidden.

Yuan Huan found him incredibly adorable and wished he could hold him in the palm of his hand and cherish and pamper him at all times.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me," he said, adopting a affected tone.

Jiang Xiyu leaned against his chest, closed her eyes, and looked as if she hadn't woken up yet.

Yuan Huan asked, "Are you still sleepy? Shall I take you to bed?"

"Sleeping for too long makes your mind foggy," Jiang Xiyu said softly, while also doing some calculations.

"Besides, I was woken up by the cold bed, so I don't want to go back to sleep."

Yuan Huan had the assassination attempt on his mind, so he wanted to quickly investigate and eliminate everyone in the palace.

For Jiang Xiyu's safety, he had to do it himself.

Otherwise, even if the sky were to fall, he would never have let go of the tenderness on the bed.

Yuan Huan suppressed a sigh, leaned closer to smell his scent, and said in a muffled voice, "I'll hold you, you sleep, I won't leave."

Jiang Xiyu gently placed her hand on her arm around her waist, covering Yuan Huan's hand, and asked, "Is everything settled?"

“Soon.” Yuan Huan replied, then grasped his long fingers in his hand and said, “To prepare for the worst, we still need to ask His Majesty for an imperial edict to mobilize troops.”

He has already instructed Zhao Bai to depart for Beiyuan.

This imperial edict was only intended to open the passes along the route between Daliang and Beiyuan.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiyu slowly opened her eyes.

As his drowsiness subsided, a subtle emotion flickered in his eyes. After a long pause, he spoke in a low voice: "I can issue this decree, but the imperial seal is in the palace. Apart from the Empress Dowager, only the Prime Minister has access to it."

As he spoke, he looked up at Yuan Huan.

The moment their eyes met, he saw the trace of him in Yuan Huan's usually sharp eyes, and so the murderous intent vanished, replaced by a tenderness like that of a lover.

With that one glance, Jiang Xiyu made up her mind.

With this decree issued, his life was now entirely in Yuan Huan's hands.

The gates of Daliang were completely opened to Beiyuan; this was a huge gamble.

Jiang Xiyu was willing to gamble with the affections of the person in front of him.

Anyone who heard that would think he was crazy.

Jiang Xiyu also felt that he was crazy, but he believed that one should not doubt those who are useful, and not use those who are not useful.

He had refused and even warned him with harsh words, but Yuan Huan still offered his heart.

Thus, Jiang Xiyu's wariness of him had already been subtly dissolved in their intimate moments.

His embrace was so warm, his heart so hot; it seemed that his presence could dispel all the loneliness and desolation on Jiang Xiyu's body.

The throne felt too cold, and Jiang Xiyu sometimes felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

His health was ruined by conspiracies and schemes, and he could no longer sit high on the throne like a normal emperor.

They were not afraid of the cold, but Jiang Xiyu was.

Some people supported him, while others cherished him like their own life.

He could no longer feel any coldness, so in Jiang Xiyu's ambition, besides the country, there was another person.

This empire can be given to whomever they choose in the future.

But Yuan Huan must belong to him; his life and death can only belong to Jiang Xiyu alone.

"Will you lose?"

Jiang Xiyu suddenly murmured a question, but when she looked up, her eyes revealed the most ruthless side.

He pressed his fingertips against Yuan Huan's chest and asked him if he would lose.

It was as if he was asking about the struggle with the Empress Dowager, and also as if he was asking whether he would lose in other situations.

Yuan Huan did not hesitate for a moment. She lowered her head and kissed the top of his head, saying firmly, "I will not let you lose."

He stared at Jiang Xiyu, then said seriously, "I, Yuan Huan, swear on my life that you will not lose."

Jiang Xiyu finally smiled, tilted her head back, and gave him an intimate and quiet kiss.

Half an hour later.

Le Yuan requested an audience as instructed by Yuan Huan.

Jiang Xiyu sat at his desk and wrote down the imperial edict to mobilize troops.

Yuan Huan took it and examined the characters carefully, then couldn't help but praise, "Your Majesty is truly cultured."

Jiang Xiyu raised an eyebrow, smiled slightly, and said, "Does writing a few words make you cultured?"

Yuan Huan suddenly smiled, as if he had just remembered something.

“My whole family loves martial arts and fighting. My parents’ biggest wish is for me to marry a cultured wife.”

Jiang Xiyu glanced at him and said slowly, "I am not your wife."

Yuan Huan closed the imperial edict and said without the slightest embarrassment, "That's fine too. I can marry someone with education."

Le Yuan knelt outside the beaded curtain, wishing he could sprout wings and catch up with Zhao Bai to switch jobs with him.

Lost in thought, Jiang Xiyu's gaze turned towards him.

Seeing Le Yuan's "I can't hear, I can't hear" expression, he couldn't help but laugh.

Jiang Xiyu kicked Yuan Huan beside him and said, "Alright, your subordinates are all terrified."

Yuan Huan walked over and gave Jiang Xiyu's dragon-patterned jade pendant and the imperial edict to Le Yuan. He put away his frivolous appearance and said seriously, "Be careful. Give me this jade pendant after you're done."

He spoke the next sentence in a very low voice, so low that only the two of them could hear it.

Le Yuan knew about it ever since he helped Yuan Huan steal the handkerchief.

Anything that belongs to His Majesty, no one else may even dream of possessing it.

The Crown Prince valued the jade pendant, which served as a token of his loyalty, as much as the imperial edict.

Le Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he just respectfully accepted it and said, "I will definitely take care of it."

This imperial edict was to be sent to the Prime Minister's residence. After the Prime Minister affixed the imperial seal, it was to be immediately sent to Beiyuan. With this document, the Beiyuan army would be able to advance directly to the capital without any further obstacles.

This task is extremely demanding, no less so than fighting on the battlefield.

With his fighting spirit surging, Le Yuan stood up with a resolute look in his eyes, bowed, and then withdrew.

Yuan Huan sent out his two most capable subordinates, while he stayed behind to stand with Jiang Xiyu through thick and thin.