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

When Yuan Huan moved, the armor on his body would make a sound.

I was being very careful, but I still didn't expect to be discovered.

Yuan Huan decided to stop being sneaky and lit the candles in the hall before striding towards Jiang Xiyu's bed.

Jiang Xiyu opened her eyes and got up, just as she raised her hand to lift the gauze curtain.

In the interplay of light and shadow, this semi-concealed state is the most captivating.

Yuan Huan wanted to hug him, but then felt that he was a little dirty, so he simply lifted his robe and knelt down in front of the bed, asking him how he woke up.

Jiang Xiyu actually wanted to say that he couldn't sleep without him, but he was afraid that Jiang Xiyu would overthink it, so he just said, "I've had enough sleep."

Yuan Huan saw through it at a glance, and seemed to smile, implying that he was lying.

The candlelight flickered, and his back was turned, his face hidden in shadow.

The two stared at each other, their eyes unfocused, when Jiang Xiyu suddenly reached out and touched his face.

Yuan Huan thought he could just sneak a peek at Jiang Xiyu, so he didn't bother to groom his stubble-covered face. Afraid that Jiang Xiyu would prick his hand, he turned his head away to avoid it.

Jiang Xiyu said softly, "I want to touch..."

Yuan Huan sighed and said, "Then don't think I'm ugly now."

As he spoke, he grabbed Jiang Xiyu's hand and rubbed it against his chin.

The palm was indeed a little prickly, but Jiang Xiyu touched it and smiled silently, teasing him, "You've grown a beard, Yuan Jiuge."

Yuan Huan gave a soft "hmm," looked up at him seriously, and breathed slowly and heavily.

Jiang Xiyu touched his face, his shoulders, and then his cold silver armor.

My fingertips were slightly damp when I touched the robe.

Jiang Xiyu immediately tensed up, her voice trembling slightly: "You're injured? You're bleeding?"

Yuan Huan glanced at his hand, smiled, and comforted him, "You're not hurt. I've taken good care of myself. I can't reopen any wounds and make you uncomfortable touching me."

"What time is it? You're still joking with me." Jiang Xiyu said seriously, giving him a hard punch.

Yuan Huan grasped Jiang Xiyu's hand, held it in his palm, and said, "I really don't lie to you. I was in such a hurry to see you that I broke out in a sweat."

Even if he's injured, he won't say anything.

Yuan Huan didn't want Jiang Xiyu to worry about him at all. He told him to eat when he was supposed to eat, sleep when he was supposed to sleep, and to take his medicine on time. As for anything else, he didn't need to worry about it.

"Don't be afraid, I'll be fine." Yuan Huan's smile remained unchanged, his tone light yet extremely serious.

He said, "I'm willing to die for my lover, but... I'll also live for my lover."

"I will help you win, I will make you sit high on the throne, and live a long and peaceful life."

Jiang Xiyu leaned over and hugged him tightly through the cold armor.

"I want you to be well, to come back and hold me while we sleep."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Huan felt as if a soft, sensitive spot in his heart had been touched.

An uncontrollable sense of difficulty permeated the air.

He was actually confident about this internal power struggle, and he could even chat and laugh with his brothers while strategizing.

But the moment he heard his beloved say, "Come back and hold me while we sleep," Yuan Huan felt a sudden sense of panic.

He used to love fighting desperately when he went out to war, and he was willing to do anything for the thrill of it.

It turns out that it was simply because he had no attachments in the past.

But now that he had it, for the first time ever, all he wanted to do was curse: To hell with war! I really don't want to fight anymore! I want to hold my lover, hold my wife, and lull her to sleep...

Yuan Huan cursed inwardly for Zhao Bai's late arrival.

If this continues, he'll be in excruciating pain.

Yuan Huan's throat tightened, and after a long pause, he said, "Wait for me."

Jiang Xiyu held onto his neck tightly and said in a muffled voice, "Are we going down again?"

"Yes, we can't be away for too long."

After saying that, Yuan Huan turned his head and kissed his cheek heavily.

Jiang Xiyu didn't move until a moment later, when he released his grip on Yuan Huan's chin and turned to kiss him.

Yuan Huan gripped Jiang Xiyu's shoulders for support, then tilted his head back to meet him.

The surroundings were so quiet that it seemed as if only their heartbeats could be heard.

After the sounds of battle ceased, my breath stirred up a warm feeling deep within my memories.

This warmth is captivating, allowing people to temporarily unwind and catch their breath.

During the days when Lishan was besieged, Yuan Huan was on high alert and dared not relax for even a moment.

On the battlefield, he wanted to gain the greatest advantage with the least casualties. He couldn't risk the lives of those Imperial Guards to hold out. But things were limited in Lishan, so he had to find a way out.

Besides finding a way out for Jiang Xiyu, he also needed to think about how to help those soldiers.

Yuan Huan held on to his last breath, refusing to collapse, and busied himself directing the troops around Mount Li.

He was surrounded on all sides, and he was the only one giving orders.

He cannot make any wrong judgments, nor can he relax for a moment, lest a breach be opened at the foot of Mount Li, making the battle situation even more uncontrollable.

With enough resources, he can fight freely.

But unfortunately, his hands and feet were bound.

This made Yuan Huan unhappy and gave him many concerns.

But all these negative emotions seemed to be built into a high wall by the lover's kiss at this moment.

The high wall not only prevented his emotions from collapsing, but also made Yuan Huan more resilient.

Yuan Huan will surely hold out until the very last moment, determined to keep all the noise of war out for him.

Jiang Xiyu paused for a moment to catch his breath and said, "The Empress Dowager wants to trap us here to die."

“Once they feel they have worn us down enough, they will definitely launch a full-scale attack.”

He knew the daily battle situation and naturally understood the Empress Dowager's intention in besieging the city without attacking.

Yuan Huan assured him in a hoarse voice, "I won't die of exhaustion."

"Take your medicine and get your body back in better shape. Then we'll leave through the secret passage."

A large-scale retreat would alert the people at the foot of the mountain, so they can only come in batches now. The wounded and sick have been leaving overnight. Next, we must send Jiang Xiyu away.

He only hoped that his beloved's body, which he cherished to the point of death, could withstand this arduous journey.

Jiang Xiyu nodded obediently.

Yuan Huan touched his face, propped himself up slightly, touched his forehead, and said again, "Wait for me."

Jiang Xiyu tilted her head and gave him her usual smile, her voice gentle: "Waiting for you."

A sliver of light from outside shone into the hall, and Yuan Huan had to hurry down.

But just as he reached the palace gate, a messenger from the Imperial Guard rushed in, shouting, "Your Highness, something terrible has happened!"