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

The fire at Mount Li was extinguished, but the flames, mixed with blood and gore, were reversed by the Northern Plains army and spread back to the Golden Palace.

The courtiers who had once sided with the government fled in panic, each shouting in despair.

They ran towards the outside of the Golden Palace. The Empress Dowager, dressed in a phoenix robe and wearing an imperial crown, calmly stepped onto the golden steps and walked towards the dragon throne.

The golden dragon's fangs glared menacingly at her, but she remained fearless, flicking her robes and sitting gracefully upon it.

Those ministers who relied on her the most and had no way out knelt down in the palace and said that the Empress Dowager had been defeated.

Lost?

The Empress Dowager shook her head, finding it somewhat laughable.

She never felt defeated; with a single word, she commanded tens of millions of emperors and their subjects to obey her orders.

She had wielded power and enjoyed the rights of a man; where did she lose?

However, her hesitation caused her to miss the best opportunity.

If she had been taught masculine culture from a young age, if someone had helped her when she struggled in the harem, if she had never entered the palace, and had never been born into a noble family, if…

if?

She has no regrets and will not place any hope in such a ridiculous hypothetical scenario.

She dared to defy public opinion by setting fire to the mountain, so she wasn't afraid of future infamy.

The Empress Dowager smiled faintly and said, "The victor is king, the loser is villain; I accept it all."

"But I am the Empress Dowager of the nation, and even in death I will have people to accompany me. But you, will you be buried with me?"

Seeing her so utterly depraved, the ministers all stood up and began to curse her.

The Empress Dowager listened and then burst out laughing.

Now that they've lost, these ridiculous men are angrily blaming and criticizing again.

The Empress Dowager looked at them as if they were a group of ants.

Their betrayal was utterly disgusting, yet their fear was strangely pleasing to the eye.

Some ministers suggested that the Empress Dowager be captured and handed over to His Majesty, in order to open the city gates and apologize.

The Empress Dowager seemed to have heard a joke, and laughed incessantly.

The moment the ministers stepped forward and ascended the golden steps, they were killed by the Jingxi Guards who rushed out.

Blood stained the carved golden dragon, and no one could escape.

Sitting atop the throne of power, the Empress Dowager watched the massacre, the palace gradually empty of court officials, and the Liang court thrown into chaos by him, feeling nothing but immense satisfaction.

Hua Qing stepped forward, her face grave, and said, "Empress Dowager, you should go first. This servant will support you."

Upon hearing this, the Empress Dowager looked at him, and the smile on her face suddenly vanished.

She stared at Hua Qing for a long time without speaking, and finally said with a self-deprecating tone, "I have been looked down upon by everyone all my life, and in the end, you are the only one who still thinks of supporting me? How ridiculous!"

Hua Qing stayed by her side, from the naive and ignorant girl who first entered the palace to the powerful woman who is now burdened with bloodshed, without abandoning her, without slandering her, without hurling insults at her...

The Empress Dowager gripped the dragon throne tightly with her five fingers, her chest heaving as if she were suddenly feeling tired.

She forced a smile, but there were tears in her eyes.

She hadn't shed a tear in a very long time, but at this moment, she actually felt like crying.

She gazed at Hua Qing and said, "I have no regrets!"

Hua Qing showed no fear, only smiling as she said, "This servant understands."

"This world is unfair to women. I am not reconciled to this. I am not reconciled to let them go like this!"

"The servant understands."

"After the siege of Mount Li, I have hundreds of thousands of lives on my hands, but I am not afraid. Even if I were to descend to the Yellow Springs, I would not be afraid!"

She pointed upwards and said, "That golden dragon on top, that man-eating imperial power, will fall down one day. If it's not me who tears it down, it will be someone else!"

"I'm just waiting for that day, waiting for them to fall to their deaths and be shattered to pieces!"

Hua Qing respectfully echoed, "That day will come."

Slaves were nothing more than victims of imperial power.

The Empress Dowager laughed until tears streamed down her face. Her gaze swept over the magnificent palace, as if she had suddenly seen her younger self at the entrance.

She looked lost and for a long time, as if all her strength had been drained. She looked at the figure with a mixture of tears and laughter and said, "I'm tired. I want to get a good night's sleep."

"You should all leave, just leave..."

Those Jingxi Guards underground hesitated upon hearing this and dared not move.

Hua Qing understood her exhaustion and ordered them all to leave.

He didn't leave; he stayed and knelt before the Empress Dowager without uttering a word.

After a while, the Empress Dowager stepped down. She tore off her crown, tearing away all the shackles that had bound her throughout her life, all the glory and splendor in the eyes of outsiders.

As if she had suddenly broken free of her shackles, she softly said to this only servant who was truly loyal to her, "Accompany me one more time..."

Hua Qing replied, "Yes."

The pursuit of power throughout one's life is nothing more than wanting to fight for what one desires most.

The Empress Dowager reflected on what she had longed for most in her life.

In her youth, she craved the love of her father and mother.

After entering the palace, she longed for the love of her husband and children.

She had longed for harmony between her sisters and a united marriage, but in the end, she never achieved either.

Power does not love, but it will not leave when it is in your hands.

This was the only thing the Empress Dowager received.

After the curtain fell, she looked back on her life and realized that what she wanted most in her heart was still her former self.

She was once the beautiful Li Yuan'er.

……

The imperial guards in the capital and the garrison troops in various places suffered heavy losses in this battle.

On the day the Northern Plains army approached the city, the Prime Minister, along with a group of ministers who remained behind, greeted them at the city gate.

The common people were not implicated; they only knew that His Majesty was returning to the capital, and they all craned their necks to watch from both sides of the road.

However, they didn't see anyone, only a magnificent carriage.

The carriage, with its bells jingling at the four corners, sped towards the palace as if in a great hurry, with the ministers following anxiously behind.

His Majesty is unconscious, and all the imperial physicians have gone to him.

For three consecutive days, many people knelt outside the Xuanzheng Hall.

Although the internal strife had been quelled, it seemed as if an even more terrifying storm was pressing down on the imperial city.

The imperial physicians all said that His Majesty's emotions fluctuated too much, and coupled with the exertion of riding a horse, the extreme joy and sorrow aggravated his heart. As for why he fell into a coma, no one could explain it clearly.

Yuan Huan gradually became afraid. Like a restless beast, he stayed by the person's side day and night, licking their wounds, yet fearing that the person would never wake up.

The Xuanzheng Hall was dimly lit, and the chief eunuch came in carrying medicine.

The heavy gauze curtains only vaguely reflected two wounded figures.

Yuan Huan held the person in a daze, not knowing how long he held them like that.

The chief eunuch carefully placed the medicine on the side of the couch, then took away the jade bowl that was empty of medicine.

After an unknown amount of time, Yuan Huan finally moved.

He went to get the medicine, held the person in his arms, and fed them spoonful by spoonful.

Jiang Xiyu's face was calm as if he were asleep. He leaned against Yuan Huan's chest, his lips moistened by the medicine. It seemed that only at this moment did he look alive.

Yuan Huan struggled to breathe; he felt as if he were shattered and in pain all over.

After feeding him the medicine, he numbly touched Jiang Xiyu's loose hair again.

Jiang Xiyu is so well-behaved and docile, but he doesn't listen when Yuan Huan tries to make him smile.

He doesn't listen.

But he was so small, so pitiful, and so painful to him.

Yuan Huan held his arm tightly, not daring to use too much force, nor daring not to use too little force.

His figure held Jiang Xiyu tightly, and he lowered his head to kiss Jiang Xiyu's cheek, as if he wanted to kiss away his pain.

He could persevere in the face of a massive army, but at this moment, he truly felt that he was about to give up.

Yuan Huan leaned close to his ear, his voice already hoarse.

He said, his voice a mix of gentle coaxing and choked sobs, "Xi Yu, I've taken back the imperial power for you. Won't you wake up and see me?"

"I haven't finished what I promised you yet..."

"We haven't flown our kite yet. When you're better, I'll take you to fly it, okay?"

"Or if you think mine is too ugly, I'll make you a new one, a better one..."

"I have so much more to say to you, I..." Yuan Huan said, but suddenly couldn't make out any words.

As if the tension he had been holding for days had suddenly snapped, his breathing became disordered and labored, making it hard for him to catch his breath.

He had suspected that Jiang Xiyu's health might be compromised, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Yuan Huan had never hated his own powerlessness so much, but no matter what, he would not allow this person to leave.

Even if the King of Hell himself came to snatch his life, he wouldn't allow this person to leave.

Jiang Xiyu belongs to Yuan Jiuge; she is Yuan Jiuge's life.

So please, give me your life.

Yuan Huan kissed his temple, whispering pleas, hoping the person in his arms would give him his life back, and also hoping he would open his eyes and look at him.

He was so scared.

He mimicked Jiang Xiyu's words, whispering almost silently in his ear, "Jiang Xiyu, I'm so scared..."

This time, the barely perceptible response landed in Yuan Huan's palm.

Her long fingers curled in her palm, and she suddenly tapped the back of his hand very lightly, as if to comfort him, or as if to say, "Don't be afraid..."