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

Chapter 174 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh

The young emperor was dressed in a neat blue outfit, his ponytail tied high inside his jade crown, his long hair cascading down as he walked, his wrist guards were silver-white, his waist was extremely slender, and he exuded youthful vigor and unparalleled beauty.

Yuan Huan's breath caught in his throat. He felt that the person in front of him, from his eyebrows and eyes to his hair and clothes, had completely shed the spring colors of March, as if he had abandoned his sickly aura. He was beautiful in a vivid and stunning way.

Seeing that he was motionless, Jiang Xiyu walked up to him and mocked, "Are you dumbfounded?"

Without waiting for him, she walked straight out of the hall.

Yuan Huan felt a burning sensation in his heart. After realizing what was happening, he turned around and followed.

After exiting the palace gate, the chief eunuch bowed and stepped forward to help him up.

As a result, Yuan Huan gave him a wink, and the chief eunuch stopped in his tracks, looking somewhat embarrassed.

In his predicament, Yuan Huan stepped forward and offered his hand.

Jiang Xiyu habitually raised his hand, but when he realized it was Yuan Huan, his hand hovered in the air.

Seeing that he wouldn't come up, Yuan Huan raised himself up a little so that he could help himself up.

His clothes today are anything but rough; the fabric is of the finest quality, just in case the young emperor feels prickly against them.

Jiang Xiyu raised an eyebrow at Yuan Huan, his expression ambiguous, and said, "Now that the young master is even trying to take over the job of a eunuch, why don't you just cut ties completely?"

"I hereby grant you permission to serve me every day."

Yuan Huan lowered his eyes to look at his face and said, "I am consumed by lust and cannot be clean."

When he lowers his eyes to look at something, that thing is clearly and completely reflected in his deep eyes.

Jiang Xiyu saw his own reflection inside, and after a long while, he looked away and remained silent.

Yuan Huan felt that the young emperor's silence was another form of subtle flirting.

When he doesn't smile, his demeanor becomes inexplicably cold and aloof, a coldness that can incite a desire for destruction in others.

Yuan Huan's wicked nature got the better of him, and he really wanted to say something to break through the coldness of the jade, so that it wouldn't always feel like there was a thread wrapped around his heart, tightening and then loosening it with his own wicked intentions.

He really wanted it, and the young emperor smiled at him.

Even though laughter is always accompanied by crisis, Yuan Huan would only find it more exciting, instead of feeling helpless like he does now.

So no one spoke again, only the sound of slow footsteps remained.

The eunuchs followed at a distance.

As I passed through the imperial garden, the magnolias on the branches were in full bloom.

Taking advantage of his height, Yuan Huan picked the best magnolia and handed it to Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu looked at the magnolia that had suddenly appeared in front of her, and then followed her hand to meet Yuan Huan's gaze, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Yuan Huan shook his head, indicating that he should accept it.

Jiang Xiyu gave a barely perceptible smile and then accepted the flowers.

But just as his hand touched the flower, Yuan Huan's five fingers slipped through his hand.

"Your Majesty's hands are as beautiful as these flowers," Yuan Huan said softly.

Jiang Xiyu stopped touching his arm, instead twirling the flower branch in her hand and saying, "Your Highness really likes my hands so much that you always steal glances at them whenever you see me."

Yuan Huan's intentions were exposed, but he was not angry; he simply expressed his appreciation.

Jiang Xiyu smiled and mouthed, "I don't believe it."

Yuan Huan smiled but did not refute.

Standing beside the young emperor, what he really wanted to do was to put his arm around his shoulder.

Yuan Huan cursed himself inwardly for being bewitched.

But the more he cursed, the more he couldn't control his impulse.

He hadn't seen anyone for the past few days, and today he was desperately trying to touch the little emperor.

It doesn't matter what I touch.

But now that he couldn't touch it anymore, Yuan Huan rubbed his fingertips with a hint of lingering longing.

Suddenly, he keenly sensed something, coldly lifted his eyelids, and turned his head to look in the direction of the gaze.

The bushes there rustled erratically.

Yuan Huan's expression immediately darkened, and he subtly blocked the people around him.

After arriving outside the palace, Yuan Huan led him to the training ground for soldiers.

The area is open and spacious, so you can ride horses, shoot arrows, or train eagles if you want.

When Le Yuan and Zhao Bai saw that their heir had brought the emperor, they were stunned for a moment, then immediately put down what they were doing and came over.

Jiang Xiyu excused them from their formalities.

Yuan Huan then said, "Go, clear out everyone here."

Le Yuan and Zhao Bai agreed, got up and went back, and soon took everyone away.

As they left, they kept turning back, only to see that the prince seemed to be smiling.

Ever since His Majesty bestowed those beauties upon him, the Crown Prince had been wearing a sour face for the past few days, but today he seems to be in a much better mood.

Le Yuan felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Once things quieted down, Yuan Huan asked him, "What would Your Majesty like to learn first?"

Horse riding is nice, and archery is good too, but falconry isn't very interesting.

Because the young emperor trained eagles, he liked to stare at them.

Jiang Xiyu looked at the archery targets not far away and said with interest, "Let's shoot arrows."

Yuan Huan personally selected a bow and handed it to Jiang Xiyu.

That bow was one of the best in the Imperial Guards, so when Jiang Xiyu got it, he felt its weight in his palm and almost dropped it.

His body must not have touched these things for a long time.

When he was still the crown prince, the Six Arts of a Gentleman were something that the heir apparent had to learn.

However, after he ascended the throne, his health deteriorated, so he had little opportunity to touch it.

Jiang Xiyu felt very uncomfortable when she first got her hands on it. It took her a long time to get used to it.

Yuan Huan assumed he knew nothing about archery and explained the essentials of the subject to him.

Jiang Xiyu listened for a while, playing with the long arrow in her fingertips.

To be honest, Yuan Huan's voice was deep and pleasant, with a unique Northern Plains accent, which sounded both casual and extremely charming.

He said, "Your Majesty, I will demonstrate it once."

After saying that, he took another bow, raised his arm, skillfully nocked an arrow, and drew the string. His shoulder and back muscles tensed, and his aura immediately became as heavy as a muffled thunder. When he looked down at the target, his gaze was both fierce and murderous.

Jiang Xiyu noticed that Jiang Xiyu's fingertips curled up almost imperceptibly at that arrogant look that seemed to regard him as an ant.

Yuan Huan pulled the bowstring to its limit, and with a whistling sound, the arrow shot out like lightning, so fast that no one had time to react before it pierced the bullseye not far away.

Jiang Xiyu paused for a moment, a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes.

That's the power to shoot an arrow right through the bullseye.

When Le Yuan and his companion returned, they looked at each other and saw the same meaning in each other's eyes as they watched Yuan Huan shoot through the bullseye.

Le Yuan clicked his tongue repeatedly and said, "This scene looks a bit like some kind of animal spreading its tail, don't you think?"

Zhao Bai sneered, "So you've finally figured it out."

Bystanders see things more clearly than those directly involved.

Jiang Xiyu admired Yuan Huan's strength again and said, "The young master is truly amazing."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Huan said with a hint of smugness, "Your Majesty, I will instruct you."

He threw down his bow and arrows and walked toward the young emperor, only to find him bending down to test the bow, his neck as white as the sunlight, and his slender fingers as white as the light.

He plucked a string, and it produced a deep, resonant sound like a musical instrument.

Jiang Xiyu noticed Yuan Huan staring at her, her expression hardened, and she turned to him with a smile, asking, "How do I do it?"

Yuan Huan stepped forward and stood behind him, his tall figure immediately looming over him.

Jiang Xiyu was about to step back and lift the bow.

The next moment, without waiting for him to react, Yuan Huan pressed down on Jiang Xiyu's shoulder, and then easily used his foot to separate Jiang Xiyu's legs.

His figure and posture were as straight as bamboo. Yuan Huan glanced at him, then added insincerely, "Excuse me," before naturally reaching out to help him adjust his posture.

"Shoulder-width apart, three fingers holding the string..."

As Yuan Huan spoke, he suddenly leaned his chest against the young emperor's back, pulling him into his arms.

He held Jiang Xiyu's hand, his whole body like a solid city wall, supporting him.

It was supposed to be an archery competition, but the atmosphere became inexplicably ambiguous, and even the sunlight shining on their faces made their skin burn.

Jiang Xiyu glanced at the person holding her hand out of the corner of her eye.

Yuan Huan's voice came from above, saying confidently, "Your Majesty only needs to look at the target."

"Wherever you wish to shoot, I will make it land there."

Jiang Xiyu regained his composure and focused his gaze on the target in the distance.

Yuan Huan looked down and saw the top of his head. His long hair was sometimes blown by the wind, some of it falling on his chest, some brushing his arm, and some teasing his chin.

That string was stretched to its limit.

Yuan Huan, however, maintained control over Jiang Xiyu and refused to relinquish his grip.

Even breathing seemed to become exceptionally long, and during this long wait, Jiang Xiyu felt that her arms were about to ache.

He frowned slightly, a hint of impatience in his eyes, but asked without noticing, "Aren't you going to loosen it yet?"

Yuan Huan suddenly asked, "Did Your Majesty feel it?"

"what?"

Yuan Huan chuckled softly but didn't reply.

Just as Jiang Xiyu was wondering, she felt a hot breath on her ear, and at the same time, the hand that was holding the back of her hand suddenly loosened its grip.

The feathers rustled, accompanied by a heavy, abrupt heartbeat, before dissipating in the wind.

The distant target was once again shattered, pierced through the heart.

The shattered bullseye seemed to fall into a deep pool, silently creating splashes that then gently and slowly spread out as ripples...