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

Chapter 146 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh

Yuan Huan walked towards the bedchamber, his eyes filled with a terrifying ferocity.

The eunuchs guarding outside the bedchamber were all terrified and lowered their heads. But when he tried to enter, they mustered their courage and stepped forward to stop him, saying, "Your Highness, His Majesty is still changing his clothes. He may not enter without a summons. Please..."

Yuan Huan's eyes narrowed, his brows furrowing with murderous intent.

The eunuch was forced to shut up immediately and could only watch helplessly as he barged in.

The incense in the hall was fragrant, like mist in a mountain stream. The faint fragrance wafted through the air, and when it touched his clothes, it was like wisps of cloud, silently dispelling the murderous aura emanating from him.

Suddenly, a voice came from the inner hall.

Yuan Huan stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.

The beaded curtain sways, and the screen stands tall and elegant.

Through the hazy obscuring, Yuan Huan saw the young emperor's shadow.

He stood behind the screen with his arms slightly outstretched, surrounded by a group of maids, some helping him change his clothes, others putting on his crown. They spent a long time picking and choosing, and even just changing his clothes was incredibly complicated.

He has a slender build and a thin, straight back.

Even peering through the screen, the figure was so captivating that one couldn't look away.

The young emperor suddenly whispered, "Don't wear this. Change to a different forbidden area, and bring me that gemstone too."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Huan let out a mocking laugh.

Ah.

He waited for a full hour in the Xuanzheng Hall, but the young emperor changed his clothes and acted like a woman.

Those who knew her would think she was the emperor, while those who didn't would mistake her for a favored and delicate concubine.

But it was precisely this sneer that was heard by the person behind the screen, who turned around and suddenly rebuked coldly, "Insolence!"

The maid prostrated herself on the ground.

Yuan Huan remained silent, his gaze quietly meeting that of the person behind the screen.

The moment their eyes met, he looked on calmly.

A moment later, the chief eunuch hurriedly entered from the outer room and respectfully explained, "Your Majesty, it is the Crown Prince."

Jiang Xiyu smiled faintly, then looked away and ordered the kneeling maid, "All of you, step back."

"Yes." The maids filed out carrying the items.

Jiang Xiyu walked at the back, and after everyone had left, he came out of the inner hall.

She wore a bright yellow robe that was elegant and beautiful, with layers of ribbons that jingled as she walked slowly. Her black hair was adorned with a jade crown, and her dark hair at the temples hung down like silk across her face. Her skin was pale and sickly, and she seemed to be enveloped in a soft moonlight.

The chief eunuch quickly bent down to help him up.

The emperor's elaborate robes covered his arms, and with each lift, the outline of his wrists was faintly visible. When draped over the eunuch's dark robes, they resembled white porcelain.

Flawless.

No one can describe the master of this world as a "jade".

But Yuan Huan coldly applied that term to the emperor.

He vaguely remembered that the young emperor was not yet twenty years old, so when he walked up to him, he only reached his shoulder.

But a ruler is a ruler, and a subject is a subject; propriety cannot be disregarded.

Yuan Huan took two steps back, knelt down and bowed, saying in a deep voice, "Your subject Yuan Huan greets Your Majesty."

"Your Highness, you may rise." Jiang Xiyu leaned forward as if to help him up.

A faint fragrance suddenly wafted into his nose, and Yuan Huan slowly frowned.

With his keen sense of smell, he immediately and skillfully avoided Jiang Xiyu's hand, then stood up and took two steps back.

The look of disgust on his face was as if he were something unworthy of his attention.

Jiang Xiyu lowered his eyes, his fingers curling coldly, and asked kindly, "Your Highness, what important matter brought you into my bedchamber today?"

Yuan Huan paused for a moment, then said, "Your subject has come to plead guilty."

"What crime has the Crown Prince committed?" Jiang Xiyu turned around and sat back down at the imperial desk, pretending not to know.

Yuan Huan raised his eyes, his expression slightly somber: "I cannot accept the marriage with the princess."

Such a crime of disobeying an imperial order would certainly have been severely punished if it were anyone else.

But despite Yuan Huan's defiance of the imperial decree, few dared to touch him.

His confidence stemmed from his father, but even more so from himself.

At this age, while other young masters were still having fun, Yuan Huan had already conquered a vast land with his own abilities, becoming the most perfect successor to the throne under the hereditary system.

He is an eagle soaring in the sky, not a sparrow trapped in a golden cage.

The royal family's attempt to bind him with a marriage contract is nothing short of delusional.

Jiang Xiyu had no idea what the Empress Dowager's faction was thinking, and now they were throwing this difficult problem at him.

You can't scold them, and you can't punish them.

Jiang Xiyu feigned weakness: "This matter was proposed by the Empress Dowager. I... I need to discuss it with the Empress Dowager..."

When Yuan Huan looked over, Jiang Xiyu covered her lips and coughed softly, looking like she was about to die.

The voice was completely different from the tone that had just rebuked him for his insolence; it was weak and feeble, like a fine drizzle falling, rapid and intermittent.

He coughed so hard his back was slightly bent, and his black hair trembled, as if he couldn't stop.

The chief eunuch patted his back gently while shouting towards the outside of the hall, "Summon the imperial physician! Summon the imperial physician quickly!"

Jiang Xiyu had only intended to pretend, but he didn't expect that this action would affect his heart and lungs, and he would suddenly feel really uncomfortable.

He couldn't help but reach out and press his hand on the imperial table, as if trying to grasp something to ease his mind.

He suddenly grabbed the memorial next to him, and the paper immediately began to wrinkle.

The knuckles of that hand were flushed red from the exertion, and the veins were slightly visible, like an ink painting on white paper with inexplicably beautiful lines.

Yuan Huan frowned, surprised that his body was so weak.

A moment later, he stepped forward, took out the medicine bottle he always carried, pinched a red pill between his fingertips, and handed it to Jiang Xiyu.

The chief eunuch, thinking he was about to openly poison the emperor, asked in shock and fear, "Your Highness, what are you going to do to His Majesty?"

Yuan Huan said to Jiang Xiyu, "This medicine can make people feel better."

Jiang Xiyu glanced up, her eyelashes trembling slightly and glistening with moisture.

He was coughing so hard he was about to die. After a moment's hesitation, he decisively reached out his hand.

The chief eunuch stopped him, saying, "Your Majesty, you mustn't."

Jiang Xiyu ignored it, but when he reached out his hand, it was a little too far from the medicine. As a result, he accidentally touched Yuan Huan's cold wrist guard, and then his strong and powerful hand.

Yuan Huan stared intently, a fleeting chill passing through his eyes.

If the young emperor hadn't been coughing so badly he couldn't even lift his head, he would have definitely ripped that hand off.

Yuan Huan lost his patience and moved his wrist to bring the medicine to his lips.

Jiang Xiyu took the medicine into her mouth, but her lips accidentally touched Yuan Huan's fingertip.

Yuan Huan's fingertips were not soft; on the contrary, they were somewhat rough, the result of years of marching and fighting.

The sensation was fleeting, gone in an instant.

Yuan Huan withdrew his hand, his expression indifferent as if he hadn't given the medicine.

After stopping her cough, Jiang Xiyu greedily inhaled the air.

The chief eunuch asked him with concern if he was alright.

Jiang Xiyu shook her head, her face regaining some color, and she looked a little better.

Just then, the imperial physician arrived.

After carefully taking his pulse and confirming that he was alright, Yuan Huan said, "Then Your Majesty should discuss this with the Empress Dowager. I shall take my leave."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Only after that tall figure disappeared from sight did Jiang Xiyu lower his eyes, slowly tracing the tip of his tongue between his teeth, as if he were smiling.

Stepping out of the bedchamber, Yuan Huan asked for a handkerchief to wipe his hands.

Zhao Bai stepped forward and asked, "Your Highness, why did you administer medicine to His Majesty? If something goes wrong, it might cause you trouble."

Yuan Huan threw the handkerchief back at him and whispered, "The imperial physician has examined him; there shouldn't be any problems."

He continued emotionlessly, "Besides, that little emperor's body has long been rotten."