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

"Yuan Jiuge!"

The last breath that had sustained him dissipated the moment he collapsed.

Amidst the fluttering of her clothes, Jiang Xiyu fell off her horse.

Ignoring the pain and the people who came to help him, he staggered toward Yuan Huan.

The arrow clearly didn't hit Yuan Huan, so why did he fall down?

Did he really hurt Yuan Huan?

Did he suffer other injuries?

Countless possibilities flashed by, and during this not-so-long distance, Jiang Xiyu was tormented and in great pain.

The blood on his palms was indistinguishable from his own, and he couldn't tell if the ground under his feet was mud or a pool of blood.

He ran numbly toward the fallen Yuan Huan, falling and getting up again, as if he had gone mad, his back view showing an unprecedented helplessness.

The accident happened so fast that everyone on and off the mountain reacted and rushed toward them.

Cries of "Your Majesty," "Your Highness," and similar calls were enough to awaken the souls buried here.

Yuan Huan was suddenly jolted awake.

He shook his head, which was still dazed from the impact, and before he could even lift his head and get up, he was pulled into a trembling embrace.

Before Yuan Huan could even utter a word, he nearly choked to death.

Jiang Xiyu held his head, her eyes red and she cried out in fear, "Yuan Jiuge, Jiuge..."

The sound dissipated in the wind, as if it had been torn apart.

He knelt on the ground with his hair disheveled, his luxurious robes completely filthy, and he looked as if he were possessed.

Yuan Huan was held very tightly, and he didn't know where the other person got the strength from.

He said in a low voice, "No, it's nothing, I just tripped..."

Damn it, I was running too fast and didn't notice.

Just then, the helmeted head hit the rock, and the shock caused his brain to throb, preventing him from reacting immediately.

Jiang Xiyu seemed to have lost his hearing, and he repeated Jiuge over and over again.

His tears fell silently, landing all over Yuan Huan's face.

Yuan Huan's heart clenched for a moment. He quickly reached out and grabbed Jiang Xiyu's trembling arm, shouting, "I'm alright, I'm alright..."

Jiang Xiyu was jolted awake from his strange state. He heard it clearly, and he trembled for a long time.

After a long pause, the voice broke into a sob: "Jiuge? Jiuge, you scared me to death, how could you..."

"I thought, I..."

"I...I'm so scared..."

The word "I'm so scared" was almost uttered in a voiceless voice, and she was almost unable to hold back her tears.

He thought that his archery skills, which he was so proud of, would one day harm the person he loved.

The moment Jiang Xiyu saw Yuan Huan fall, it felt as if her own arrow had pierced her heart, causing sharp and intense pain everywhere. All the strength she had been holding on to and the things that had been blocking her chest finally collapsed.

In the face of overwhelming fear, he realized that he had nothing left, that he only had this person...

This life.

When one reaches a high position, one is left feeling utterly desolate.

Only when you reach the end of your rope do you realize that even a withered tree can bloom again.

After you seize power, Jiang Xiyu, ask yourself honestly, will it truly bring you joy?

What empire? What world?

If this person is gone, you'll still have nothing...

No one will give you warmth, no one will shield you from the frost.

No one cherishes you like their own life, no one calls you by your name.

Besides the cold throne and the high palace walls,

You'll be trapped inside for life, and no one will ever care about you again.

Only Yuan Jiuge will protect you, will care for you, will belong to you, and will truly belong to you.

You can't live without...

Yuan Huan reached out and hugged his waist, as if to respond to him or to soothe his uneasy emotions.

His voice was also a little choked up, but he still tried to sound relaxed, as if trying to comfort the person holding him.

He said, "This, this corpse is rotten, it tripped me..."

As Yuan Huan spoke, he felt the other person's body tremble even more violently.

He must have been terrified of himself; Yuan Huan frantically tried to get out of his arms.

Jiang Xiyu, however, held Yuan Huan's head firmly to his chest and refused to let go.

The two people clung to each other amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, like two dirty little animals, clinging to each other after surviving a catastrophe, unwilling to let go.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Xiyu's eyes welled up with tears, and the pain that had been suppressed in her chest for so long surged up. Jiang Xiyu finally couldn't hold back and coughed up something.

Upon hearing the sound, Yuan Huan reached into his robes and pulled out a handkerchief, intending to wipe his esteemed emperor's face.

But the moment the handkerchief was taken out, a drop of bright red blood, accompanied by a cough from above, suddenly splashed onto it.

Immediately afterwards, Yuan Huan felt the force holding him loosen.

In an instant, Yuan Huan's face turned pale with fright, as if he had been terrified by the drop of blood.

He paused for a moment, then suddenly realized something, and instinctively reached out to embrace the fallen body.

The moment he grabbed it, Yuan Huan felt everything around him slow down.

Panic gripped my mind, and everything came to a standstill.

He can only see this person, and he can only feel this person.

The person in his arms was so light that he seemed like he could float away at any moment. His jet-black hair covered half of his face, and his usually flawless face seemed to have dimmed. Only that shocking red mark remained on the corner of his lips.

The fighting hadn't taken Yuan Huan's life, but now, his heart felt as if it had been slowly sliced ​​to pieces.

He was both shocked and frightened, and a belated realization suddenly overwhelmed him.

He thought, the young emperor must have really fallen in love with him.

But shouldn't he be happy?

Why was his heart aching so much? That pain almost overwhelmed him.

An indescribable panic and grief intertwined with the pain. Yuan Huan held the fallen person, stunned for a long, long time, before burying himself in the other person's neck.

It holds the most tender dream of the capital, and also the most cherished and tender things in his heart.

Yuan Huan's shoulders trembled, and a wet streak suddenly appeared on his face from the dirt.

He can't feel it.

But everyone present saw it clearly.

Their crown prince shed tears.

Such a powerful person, someone who wouldn't even blink an eye in the face of a massive army, a mountain of knives, or a sea of ​​fire.

He also reveals his vulnerability when he sees his loved one in pain.

The wind howls across Mount Li; whose tears are these? Whose blood is this?

They were entangled together and could not be separated at all.

It appears that only one of them has fallen, but it seems that more than one person has fallen.

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