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

The prime minister's lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't open his mouth for a long time.

Jiang Xiyu gripped his hand tightly and exclaimed, "Teacher, there is no one else in this world who can stand beside me like Yuan Huan."

Every time he woke up after an accident, the person beside him was Yuan Huan.

In the face of life and death, the only person he could entrust his back to was Yuan Huan.

The love brought by the eagles of Beiyuan was so vast and intense. In such a world, even the wind that brushed past one's ear was incredibly warm. Jiang Xiyu was hidden within Yuan Huan's embrace. He could not avoid touching love and tenderness, and he could not avoid falling in love with Yuan Huan.

In a short life, a person can actually possess very little, let alone a king.

If he wants to have someone, he must overcome the prejudice that comes with their identity.

The worst thing you can do is to scheme and plot against the person you love.

Jiang Xiyu sighed and said, "Teacher, I don't want to be all alone."

After pondering for a long time, the Prime Minister wiped away his tears and asked, "If Your Majesty is with the Crown Prince, then the Northern Liang kingdom will have no successor."

Seeing that he had softened his stance, Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"How can there be no successor?"

“I have a younger sister, and the children she gave birth to are also of the bloodline of the Liang royal family.”

"But Princess..."

The Prime Minister hesitated to speak about Princess Ronghua's outrageous behavior.

Jiang Xiyu replied, "Teacher, I mentioned this matter to Ronghua when she came to see me a few days ago."

Do you know what she said?

The prime minister looked puzzled.

Jiang Xiyu recalled that day.

Originally, Ronghua was worried about his health and would cry uncontrollably whenever she saw him, but after Jiang Xiyu brought up this matter, she changed her usual gentle demeanor.

Ronghua knew about his affair with Yuan Huan, and also knew that her elder brother would most likely not have any children.

So she promised Jiang Xiyu that if she became pregnant in the future, no matter who the father of the child was, she would keep the child and not allow the maternal relatives to interfere in politics.

At that moment, Jiang Xiyu realized that his younger sister actually had a decisive side that no one else knew about.

Suddenly, Jiang Xiyu thought of the Empress Dowager. He felt that Ronghua was very much like the Empress Dowager at that moment, but not quite. What was different was that her gentleness was reserved only for her only brother.

Now that Jiang Xiyu is in power, he will naturally protect him.

He told Ronghua that he would not force her to do this.

Ronghua smiled and said she was willing, but she would choose the father of the child carefully.

Jiang Xiyu agreed and said, "Regardless of gender, I recognize him as the next crown prince of Daliang."

He said the same thing to the Prime Minister.

The prime minister remained silent for a long time, then said nothing more. However, before leaving, he knelt down and performed a grand salute.

Jiang Xiyu went to help him up, but the Prime Minister raised his hand to stop him, only choking back tears as he said, "Your Majesty, you are lonely while ruling the country. I am still happy for you that someone is willing to keep you company."

"May Yuan Huan live up to your expectations, and may you live ten thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand years."

After the prime minister left his palace, he found his youngest son standing beside the carriage as he exited the palace gate.

No one knows what he was thinking; he was staring blankly in one direction, lost in thought.

The Prime Minister walked over and asked, "Chen Yao, what brings you here?"

Xie Chenyao quickly looked away, but when he saw his father's all-seeing gaze, his usually cold face suddenly turned pale.

The Prime Minister sighed, said nothing, only saying, "Go home, Chen Yao."

Xie Chenyao nodded and asked, "Is Your Majesty alright?"

"It's nothing." The Prime Minister seemed to remember something and asked again, "Do you still want to enter the court for next year's imperial examination?"

Xie Chenyao gave a faint smile and nodded firmly.

Whether for the sake of all the people under heaven or for the sake of the emperor's promise, he was willing.

Xie Chenyao smiled with relief, stepped forward to support the man, and said, "Father, let's go."

"Ah."

……

After the Prime Minister left, Jiang Xiyu stood there in a daze, not moving.

Before long, he suddenly felt footsteps behind him.

Just as Jiang Xiyu was about to turn around, she was suddenly embraced from behind.

Yuan Huan wrapped his arm around Jiang Xiyu's shoulder, then gently lifted his chin.

Jiang Xiyu hadn't even reacted before she accepted Yuan Huan's kiss.

His breath was warm, and so was the affection in his eyes.

Neither of them closed their eyes. Yuan Huan looked at him, and after kissing him, he kissed his reddened eyes, his voice low and doting: "You've been made to cry again. My Emperor is truly young at heart."

Jiang Xiyu turned around and tugged at the robe on his chest, saying that he had just been blinded, and then asked him why his eyes were red.

Yuan Huan stepped back slightly, looked down at him, and said, "I was quite moved by what His Majesty said."

"I said it on purpose so you would hear it, to make you devoted to me," Jiang Xiyu said.

Yuan Huan reached out and ruffled Jiang Xiyu's hair, chuckling softly, "Then I'd be happy to hear it too."

"Don't worry, I have no intention of getting married and having children."

Jiang Xiyu crumpled his clothes and glanced at him with a slight upward gaze.

Yuan Huan took the opportunity to kiss him, laughing loudly as he said, "I only want to marry a wife, I only want to marry you."

Jiang Xiyu's pupils trembled for a moment, and she subconsciously reached out to cover his mouth.

Yuan Huan fell silent, but his eyes were still smiling.

He held the person close to his chest and mischievously breathed hot air into Jiang Xiyu's palm.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't stand it, so she dodged and slapped his face.

Yuan Huan smiled and changed his mind: "If you can't marry me, I can marry Your Majesty. My dowry will be no less than those of other girls."

Jiang Xiyu withdrew her hand and pressed it against his chest, saying, "Do your parents know how spineless you are?"

Yuan Huan said, "I wrote back a long time ago, so I should know by now."

"Can they agree?"

"Do they dare to disagree with you after seeing you?" Yuan Huan bent down and picked him up in this face-to-face position.

Jiang Xiyu rested her chin on his shoulder and said irritably, "I do not forcibly take men from the people."

Yuan Huan said frivolously, "I beg you to take me away."

Jiang Xiyu was genuinely worried that his parents wouldn't agree, and he had no intention of joking with Yuan Huan at all.

Yuan Huan noticed this and looked at Jiang Xiyu, explaining, "My parents won't disagree; they'll definitely like you when they see you."

"You're so beautiful, so gentle, and so rich..."

Jiang Xiyu's eyes widened slightly, but she held back.

Yuan Huan said with a proud look, "I found such a good match for their son, they are so happy to see him, how could they possibly disagree?"

"As for the Prime Minister's words, Your Majesty need not take them to heart."

Yuan Huan gently touched his forehead with hers and said, "I don't like children, and no one in Beiyuan dares to control me. I will not change my mind. I only want to grow old with you."

"At worst, I'll plant a love potion with you; if you die, I die; if you live, I live."

Jiang Xiyu punched him and said, "I don't want to."

"This is what you wanted." Yuan Huan lowered her head to kiss him.

Jiang Xiyu wasn't being stubborn at all. Later, realizing she was sitting on the imperial desk, she half-closed her eyes and saw the open door, kicking him and saying, "Yuan Jiuge, no..."

Yuan Huan had long, strong legs, and Jiang Xiyu couldn't break free at all.

Yuan Huan pressed his advantage, saying, "Then marry me."

He coaxed and pestered Jiang Xiyu until she spoke. Jiang Xiyu, feeling breathless, said in a daze, "Marry, marry, marry... all the formalities, the wedding ceremony, the ten-mile-long red bridal procession, and sixteen bearers to carry you into the palace to make you empress, is that alright?"

Yuan Huan smiled contentedly, his arrogance turning into tenderness.

He was getting impatient and said, "Issue the decree now."

Jiang Xiyu struggled but couldn't break free, his face turning red, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "I can't move."

"Then I'll hold you while I write."

"Get out!"

……

Jiang Xiyu ultimately couldn't resist Yuan Huan's shamelessness.

They stood close together in that supreme position.

Since ancient times, no one has ever dared to sit in this position.

Yuan Huan originally wanted to stand, but Jiang Xiyu pulled him to sit down, saying, "Didn't you want to hug me?"

Yuan Huan was practically going crazy. He held Jiang Xiyu in his arms, shielding her from the coldness of the throne.

So Jiang Xiyu felt at ease and personally wrote the marriage certificate, carefully considering every word and phrase for a long time.

Yuan Huan was unusually quiet; he rested his chin on Jiang Xiyu's shoulder, and he couldn't understand some of the sentences, which were quite profound.

Jiang Xiyu patiently answered his questions.

He then solemnly addressed Yuan Huan in an extremely formal tone, saying, "The sky over the capital will no longer confine the eagle. I will give you the widest expanse of heaven and earth, and the most supreme honor. I will announce to the world and offer sacrifices at the ancestral temple that I will marry you, Yuan Jiuge, and make you the Empress of my Great Liang."

All the symbols of imperial power in the imperial bedchamber can serve as testament to this.

"Our names will be enshrined together in the ancestral temple, and after our deaths, we will be buried together in the same mausoleum. History will meticulously record our names. From this day forward, the Crown Prince of Beiyuan will be the Empress of the Emperor of Da Liang, his wife, his husband, and everything intimate with him..."

"On the throne, we coexist."

Yuan Huan's breathing rose and fell violently for a long time, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Your Majesty, you're crazy, too crazy."

"In this way, the people of the world will envy me for bewitching the king."

Jiang Xiyu squinted her moist eyes, looked at him innocently, and said, "Yes, I was bewitched by you, what should I do?"

"Jiuge, Jiuge, save me..."

The person who was being bewitched smiled gently, as if they had not been bewitched.

On the contrary, the person accused of being bewitched has unfathomable pupils and has been bewitched to the point of being unable to think.

Yuan Huan's throat tightened, and he said in a low, tender voice, "I'll save you, I'll save you..."

All the words that followed had already reached the depths of each other's hearts.

Yuan Huan picked up the person and walked into the hall.

Soon after, the gauze curtains hanging around the dragon bed swayed gently, creating a scene of exquisite beauty and tranquility.

In their dreams and in reality, they see each other's loving faces.

This time, all the vows and hopes will spread out of the palace, and then transform into eagles and swallows soaring together across the magnificent sky.

Their wedding will be in March of next year, and they will surely bow to each other in the secular world.

Throughout their lives, they relied on each other, and together they remained forever.

【Finish】