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

Yuan Huan paused for a moment, then stared at Jiang Xiyu for a long time.

Under that long gaze, all the panic and lingering fear that had accumulated over the past few days were shattered by that soothing touch. Only when he met those half-open, moist eyes did the red light in Yuan Huan's eyes finally begin to flicker.

"Xi Yu," Yuan Huan called out to him, afraid of startling him, "Is Xi Yu awake?"

Jiang Xiyu looked languidly as he slowly gazed at Yuan Huan, then, as if in response, he hooked Yuan Huan's hand with his fingertips and gave a strained "hmm".

He had been in a coma for several days, and looked much thinner, his face was pale and bloodless, and even his voice was hoarse.

With red eyes, she looked at Yuan Huan as if she were about to burst into tears.

Yuan Huan felt so heartbroken that he couldn't help but want to integrate him into his very being.

Jiang Xiyu frowned slightly, and said weakly, "Jiuge, you're hugging me too tightly..."

Yuan Huan refused to let go, but subconsciously loosened his grip.

He raised his hand and traced Jiang Xiyu's increasingly distinct contours very slowly, his movements as gentle as if he were caressing cotton. Although the touch was incredibly soft and smooth, Yuan Huan felt as if those curves were about to cut him.

So he told Jiang Xiyu that he was in a lot of pain.

Jiang Xiyu's memory stopped on the day Yuan Huan collapsed. After hearing Yuan Huan say that he was in a lot of pain, he was slightly stunned and asked softly, "...Where does it hurt?"

Yuan Huan choked back tears and said, "It breaks my heart."

Jiang Xiyu looked at Yuan Huan, and then laboriously raised her hand to touch his chest.

Yuan Huan grabbed his finger and kissed it.

Jiang Xiyu asked listlessly, "Doesn't it hurt?"

Yuan Huan said, "Now that you're awake, the pain will be gone."

Perhaps still half asleep, Jiang Xiyu was a little slow to react. After a while, he turned his head closer to Yuan Huan's heart and listened to the steady and strong heartbeat. It was as if he could hear the other's intense emotions that could not be expressed in words.

Jiang Xiyu closed her eyes slightly, feeling as if her heart had come alive again.

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Yuan Huan couldn't help but ask with concern, "Is there anything wrong?"

Jiang Xiyu shook his head, his gaze inadvertently catching sight of his surroundings. After a moment, he asked, "When did you return to the palace?"

"Three days ago."

Jiang Xiyu lowered his eyes and asked again, "Is it over?"

"Yes," Yuan Huan replied, then whispered to him, "The imperial power is yours now."

Jiang Xiyu pursed her lips and asked, "Where is the Empress Dowager?"

"On the day she entered the city, the Empress Dowager set herself on fire at Fengqi Palace."

Jiang Xiyu's gaze paused slightly, then he closed his eyes.

"What about the rest?"

Yuan Huan knew what he wanted to ask, so he told him everything in detail.

"Nearly half of the Imperial Guards and the Garrison Army perished at Mount Li. The Empress Dowager's cronies were all killed in the Golden Palace on the day we entered the city. Now, the Prime Minister is temporarily in charge of the court affairs, and all those involved in the rebellion have been imprisoned in the Dali Temple to await their fate."

Yuan Huan lowered his eyes, as if sighing, and said, "Everything is in ruins and needs to be rebuilt."

He approached and coaxed, "Your Majesty, you must get better soon."

Jiang Xiyu nodded absentmindedly, seemingly lost in thought.

With these matters resolved, it was as if a weight had been lifted from his heart.

But the hidden ailment he had was always there, and it couldn't be removed.

After putting aside matters of national importance, he couldn't help but worry about other things.

What should he do about this person?

He recalled the sharp pain in his heart as he rode his horse to Mount Li.

Several times he was in so much pain that he almost fell off his horse, but in the end he managed to hold on until he was completely exhausted.

He was afraid that something might happen to Yuan Huan, and he was also afraid that he would arrive too late.

Whenever he felt pain and could not walk, he would hate himself for having such a body.

As a result, Yuan Huan was left to defend Mount Li alone, but he could not stand shoulder to shoulder with him to fight the enemy and could only choose to flee.

At that moment, Jiang Xiyu felt an unprecedented sense of defeat, a defeat that forced him to confront his own body once again.

Will it get better?

How many years can he live?

How long can you stay with Yuan Jiuge?

Jiang Xiyu's eyelids trembled, and the sudden surge of heat was suppressed.

A slender hand rose from the wide sleeve, hovering in the air for a long time before finally groping and landing on Yuan Huan's face.

He couldn't stop trembling, and his eyes welled up with tears.

Yuan Huan covered his hand with the back of his hand, supporting him as he stroked his cheek, and suddenly sensed something was wrong.

He turned slightly to face Jiang Xiyu, cupped his face in his hands, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Does it hurt somewhere? Or is it cold somewhere?"

Jiang Xiyu wanted to say that she was fine, but then seemed to lose her tongue.

He refused to open his eyes, turning his head away with his eyes closed, not wanting Yuan Huan to notice his unusual behavior.

But Yuan Huan was not so sure. When he saw Jiang Xiyu trembling, his heart tightened suddenly.

He held him firmly, leaning close so he couldn't look away, his breath close as he asked, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"Was something handled in a way that upset you?... Or did I do something to upset you?"

Jiang Xiyu opened her eyes as Yuan Huan asked her questions, her gaze meeting his deep pupils, where the expression was haggard and pale.

The hall fell silent instantly.

Jiang Xiyu stared into Yuan Huan's eyes for a long, long time before finally speaking.

"Jiuge, is my body in bad shape?"

He thought he wouldn't be afraid, and he really wasn't afraid of death.

But he bled so much that day, and he had never felt so close to death before.

What he was thinking was, what would happen to Yuan Jiuge if he collapsed like this?

What will Yuan Jiuge do if he's gone?

He suddenly became terrified of death; he didn't want to die at all.

Lishan requires a long time to recuperate, but he has been delaying his health due to various matters. Moreover, after the Empress Dowager's incident, he clearly felt his own weakness.

After shedding this temporarily presentable skin, the body had already been completely devoured.

What Yuan Huan held in his arms, apart from these, was nothing but a festering, sickly skeleton.

When Jiang Xiyu only wanted power in the past, he was not afraid of hurting Yuan Huan. But now, he is very afraid of hurting Yuan Huan.

"It's alright, I'm here, nothing will happen." Yuan Huan wiped away his remaining tears with his fingertips, suppressing his difficulty breathing, and comforted him in a low voice, "There are witch doctors in Beiyuan. I have already written to him and asked him to come to the capital to treat you. He will save you. Even if he can't, there are so many capable doctors in the world. Surely one of them can cure you."

"Don't be afraid...and don't leave me."

His body suddenly tensed, and his expression darkened.

Like a tamed eagle, years later, according to custom, its master will release it back into the wild.

But the thing Yuan Huan regretted least in his life was coming to the capital and being tamed by others.

Although the world in the capital is not as vast as that in the northern plains, the capital holds dreams that are gently caressed by the spring breeze.

Yuan Huan plunged in and never came out again.

Freedom is irrelevant.

Wherever Jiang Xiyu is, that is the sky he should fly in, that is his freedom.