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

Chapter 157 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh

Jiang Xiyu's sprained ankle was fake, but the wind he felt on the city wall was real.

When he woke up the next day, he felt dizzy, weak and tired in his limbs, and his eyelids were so heavy that he could not lift them.

He opened his lips as if to call out, but his throat was terribly dry and tight.

There was still some time before his morning court session, so no one dared to disturb him in the inner hall.

So Jiang Xiyu had to close his eyes and rest for a long time until dawn broke, when the maid who was supposed to help him wash up was led in.

The chief eunuch instructed them to wait aside, while he himself respectfully stepped forward and greeted His Majesty, then drew back the bright yellow gauze curtain beside the bed.

As the light streamed in, it fell upon the emperor's pale face, and the chief eunuch was so frightened that he knelt down beside the bed.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

It's so noisy around me.

Jiang Xiyu was startled awake from her drowsiness, and slowly opened her eyelids a crack.

When the chief eunuch saw that he had woken up, he immediately wiped away his tears and sent someone to summon the imperial physician.

The hall was in chaos as people came and went.

When Yuan Huan arrived at the imperial court to assume his post, he happened to be there.

He casually stopped a eunuch carrying hot water and asked, "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

"His Majesty is ill."

After the eunuch finished speaking, he hurriedly carried the hot water inside.

Sick again?

Yuan Huan was stunned.

Yesterday, he clearly saw from the city wall that the young emperor's complexion had improved considerably.

How come I'm sick again after only one night...?

Yuan Huan frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then walked into the inner hall.

The young emperor sat listlessly on the couch. When he bent over and coughed softly, his back trembled as if it were a bamboo bent under the weight of snow, and strands of his hair fell down to his shoulders.

Jiang Xiyu had acupuncture yesterday and felt much better afterwards. He was thinking of going for a stroll on the city wall, but he got so excited that he forgot he shouldn't be exposed to the wind.

As a result, he is now experiencing the pain of this body.

His throat was so itchy that he couldn't breathe; his chest heaved, and breathing became increasingly difficult.

Suddenly, a metallic sweetness welled up in my throat.

Jiang Xiyu coughed up blood, using the handkerchief on her lips as a mouthpiece.

The chief eunuch unfolded the cloth and saw that the stains on it were bright red and glaring.

"His Majesty……"

Everyone in the hall knelt down.

Jiang Xiyu smiled, wiping away the remaining blood on her lips with her fingertips, revealing a beautiful yet melancholic lip color.

He coldly parted his lips and said, "What are you doing? I'm not dead yet."

He glanced up and swept his eyes across the inner hall, only to meet Yuan Huan's gaze not far away.

The gloom in the young emperor's eyes faded, leaving only fragments of light, which suddenly seemed to falter.

In an instant, Yuan Huan found the incense in the hall irritating.

Although he had suspected that the young emperor's body was deteriorating, he did not expect it to have become so serious that he was coughing up blood.

Yuan Huan couldn't help but feel annoyed by that cough.

He stepped forward and took the medicine that had been given to the young emperor last time.

The chief eunuch recalled that when His Majesty coughed severely last time, it was the red pill that the Crown Prince had taken out that made His Majesty feel less uncomfortable. He did not stop him, but just looked at him expectantly, hoping that the medicine could save His Majesty again.

Jiang Xiyu's fingers, gripping the blankets, curled up. Before he could react, his chin was forcefully lifted, and a pill was squeezed between his lips and teeth.

Yuan Huan glanced down at him and said in a low voice, "Swallow it."

Jiang Xiyu swallowed with difficulty before managing to take the medicine.

However, the hand holding his chin did not loosen. Jiang Xiyu waited for a while, then slowly blinked, signaling Yuan Huan to let go.

Yuan Huan glanced at the blood on his fingertip that had been on the emperor's lips, and after a moment, he lowered his hand.

Later, the imperial physician arrived and, after taking his pulse, confirmed that the cold had entered his lungs and internal organs, and that it had been going on for more than just a day or two.

The imperial physician said, "Having spent the winter like this, His Majesty's body has accumulated an excessive amount of cold."

The emperor overheard this and immediately asked the imperial physician how to treat the patient.

The imperial physician suggested that His Majesty use the hot spring to dispel the cold.

However, the hot spring was located far away at the Lishan Palace, a day's journey from the capital.

Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyes wearily, neither agreeing nor refusing, but simply raised her hand to signal the imperial physician to leave.

Once he recovered, he ordered someone to help him change his clothes.

While changing clothes, Yuan Huan stood outside the screen with his arms crossed. Through the hazy gauze, his gaze was as sharp as an eagle's and fell undisguisedly on Jiang Xiyu's waist.

Jiang Xiyu remained calm and did not turn around. After putting on her cloak, she stepped out from behind the screen.

Only after everyone in the hall had left did Yuan Huan ask in a low voice, "Is His Majesty feeling better?"

Jiang Xiyu looked at him, smiled, and said, "Thanks to the young master's medicine."

Yuan Huan dismissed it, saying, "My medicine only treats the symptoms, not the root cause."

Jiang Xiyu said, "At least it made me feel less uncomfortable."

According to the imperial physician, he did indeed have plans to go to the Lishan Palace.

Moreover, Jiang Xiyu, looking at Yuan Huan, also had the idea of ​​bringing him along.

After all, it's a win-win situation.

Having made up his mind, Jiang Xiyu smiled and rewarded Yuan Huan with a handkerchief.

Yuan Huan looked casually at the handkerchief held between his fingers, but did not immediately reach out to take it. He simply asked, "What does Your Majesty mean by this?"

Jiang Xiyu raised an eyebrow and said, "Wipe it for the young master, or does the young master want me to wipe it for you?"

As he spoke, he looked meaningfully at Yuan Huan's hand.

That hand had just touched his lips, so it was stained with his blood.

"Your Majesty has a keen eye," Yuan Huan said, reaching out to pull it away, and a delicate fragrance wafted over.

It seems that wherever this person is, that faint fragrance will linger, practically permeating every nook and cranny.

Yuan Huan paused, lowered his eyes and rubbed the handkerchief, then wiped his fingertips rather gently.

Jiang Xiyu coughed and reminded him, "Your Highness, please be gentle. This handkerchief is fragile."

Yuan Huan scoffed and said, "I am a boorish man."

Jiang Xiyu suddenly chuckled and said to Yuan Huan, "A rough man has his advantages too."

It's hard not to tease him.

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the hall.

Yuan Huan followed behind him, staring intently at his back. After a long while, he coldly curled his lips and asked, "Is Your Majesty's foot healed?"

Jiang Xiyu suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Yuan Huan had already walked to his side and said, "I have saved Your Majesty twice, how can Your Majesty treat my life-saving grace as if it were nothing?"

He lowered his head, leaned close to Jiang Xiyu's ear, and said in a cold tone, "Is it really fun to play with me like this?"

The hall was silent.

The breaths around my ear were barely audible, carrying an indescribable pressure.

Jiang Xiyu showed no sign of being exposed.

After a moment of silence, just as he had said for the first time that he dared not punish him, Jiang Xiyu sighed, "How could I dare to play tricks on the Crown Prince?"

As he spoke, he tilted his head, and the tip of his nose happened to brush against Yuan Huan's high and straight nose.

They were so close, their breaths mingling.

Yuan Huan has a very striking and handsome facial profile.

Jiang Xiyu did not retreat. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly as her gaze lingered on his thin, ruthless lips. After a long while, she softly murmured, "Your Highness has truly wronged me."

"I only like the Crown Prince."

Oh shit!

That damn homosexual!

Yuan Huan cursed inwardly. After Jiang Xiyu finished speaking, he impatiently reached out and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him away. He said sarcastically, "Your Majesty is so cunning; you probably say you like everyone you meet."

Jiang Xiyu smiled and did not refute: "What the Crown Prince said is right. My heart is full of people."

"I like the Crown Prince, the concubines in the harem, and the handsome servants. As long as they are good-looking, I like them all."

He was compared to those women, and to those affected male lovers.

Yuan Huan's expression suddenly turned sinister, and he warned in a cold voice, "I am not interested in male homosexuality, Your Majesty had better put away those thoughts."

Jiang Xiyu raised her hand and rubbed her shoulder, which had been gripped so tightly.

Only after that figure disappeared did a cold snort echo through the hall: "How presumptuous."