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

Chapter 152 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh

Le Yuan also disapproved of the guards' behavior.

If this happened in a military camp, it wouldn't just be a matter of being whipped a few times by the prince; it would be a direct case of military law.

Seeing their wailing, Le Yuan walked over, squatted down, and threatened them, "Stop yelling! If you yell again and displease the prince, you'll lose your lives."

Others dare not touch the people in the imperial court because they are afraid of the families behind them, but what does Yuan Huan dare not do?

Could it be that there are still people in the capital who dare to challenge the Northern Plains Army?

The guards who had made the mistake immediately shut their mouths.

This is the scene that the Prime Minister saw when he arrived.

He didn't rush over; he just stood a short distance away and watched for a while.

Upon hearing Yuan Huan's words, his expression immediately became much more serious.

The situation in the court is now dire, and His Majesty's health has been compromised. Those on duty before the Emperor certainly need to be disciplined.

If someone else were in this position, they probably wouldn't be able to manage it.

But if this person is Yuan Huan, then no one in the court would dare to object to whatever he wants.

He had originally been worried about Yuan Huan serving in the imperial court, but now he realized that it was actually the best solution.

The prime minister calmed down and thought about it, and he couldn't tell whether this arrangement was unintentional or the emperor was hiding his true abilities.

Regardless of which one, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

Therefore, when he later issued an imperial edict to punish Yuan Huan, he held back a few tricks.

Although it is unclear whether His Majesty intended to intimidate Yuan Huan or for some other reason, the Prime Minister's words implied, both overtly and covertly, that the imperial edict originated from him.

Yuan Huan did not express any dissatisfaction. On the contrary, he accepted it calmly. In front of the guards who had just been punished by him, he took off his outer garment and carried the board on his back.

Yuan Huan was flogged, but the Prime Minister showed leniency in the end, and didn't wait until he fainted.

It is said that Yuan Huan was in excellent health; he endured so many blows without uttering a sound.

When Jiang Xiyu heard the chief eunuch's report, he sighed and suddenly felt that the jade ruyi he was playing with had lost its appeal.

Others play with bows and eagles, why is he limited to these things?

The more I thought about it, the more indignant I felt.

Jiang Xiyu is obsessed with flying eagles.

About five or six days later, when his health had improved somewhat, Jiang Xiyu ordered someone to prepare some medicine to remove the scars, and he went to Yuan Huan's residence in person.

Zhao Bai was not there at this time, only Le Yuan, who had just returned with the medicine, remained.

When he arrived at the door and saw His Majesty, he paused for a moment, then realized what was happening and was about to bow.

Jiang Xiyu pressed her fingertip to her lips, signaling him not to speak.

After dismissing everyone, Jiang Xiyu suddenly took the medicine bottle and pushed open the door to go inside.

The room was simply furnished and very quiet.

Jiang Xiyu spotted the muscular figure lying on the couch at a glance.

Yuan Huan, with broad shoulders and a wide back, was lying face down with his upper body exposed, revealing his bronze skin and strong waist. The wound on his back was wrapped in gauze, but even so, it could not hide his solid muscles.

He seemed not to hear the door being pushed open; his breathing was even as if he were asleep.

Jiang Xiyu walked slowly to the edge of the bed, her gaze moving from his face to his back, sweeping over the bluish-purple bruises, before her eyes hesitated for a moment.

He reached out to lift the gauze to take a look, but heard a low, hoarse voice: "What is Your Majesty doing?"

Jiang Xiyu's fingertips froze in mid-air, then she withdrew her hand to meet his gaze and calmly asked, "Your Highness is not asleep?"

Looking down at him, his tone seemed to carry a hint of unspoken regret.

Yuan Huan's eyes turned slightly cold, and he remained silent.

He wanted to sleep.

If it were Zhao Bai or Le Yuan who came in, he wouldn't even blink.

It was precisely this young emperor who, apart from the tinkling sound of his jade ornaments, wore so many things on his body; no one else would wear so many.

Especially the faint fragrance that suddenly wafted into his nostrils—he never used such things in his room.

Yuan Huan narrowed his eyes and said, "Does Your Majesty feel that the punishment is not enough and want to inflict some new wounds on me?"

"Your Highness has misunderstood," Jiang Xiyu said softly. "I heard that Your Highness was seriously injured, so I wanted to come and see you."

He paused, tilted his head to look at Yuan Huan, and said, "Indeed, it's very serious."

The innocence in his eyes didn't seem very real.

If Le Yuan were to see this, he would surely think that His Majesty is gloating.

How could Yuan Huan not see the wickedness in it?

He thought the young emperor was sick.

They're either sick or driven mad by the medication.

Yuan Huan had no mood for sarcasm and said in a rather irritated tone, "Your Majesty has seen it all. Please forgive my small place, Your Majesty, you should leave quickly so as not to soil Your Majesty's clothes."

Jiang Xiyu replied, "How could that be? Your Highness's place is extremely clean."

As he spoke, he pointed to the medicine bottle he was holding and said, "I brought you medicine."

Yuan Huan glanced at the porcelain bottle held in five fingers and said expressionlessly, "For such a trivial matter, His Majesty can simply send someone to deliver it; there is no need for him to make the trip in person."

"It's alright." Jiang Xiyu sat down on the edge of the couch.

Yuan Huan cautiously moved further inside.

Jiang Xiyu didn't mind, and only said, "When I came, I happened to see your subordinate returning with medicine. I suppose the Crown Prince's back wound needs a new dressing."

"Your Majesty need not worry..."

Before Yuan Huan could finish speaking, he suddenly felt something cold brush against his shoulders and back, and his shoulder blades pressed down, causing the muscles in his back to tense up.

His reaction was so strong that it aggravated the wound under the gauze, causing it to bleed slightly.

The feather-like sensation lingered, and the previously uninjured areas seemed to be torn apart along with the wound. It didn't hurt, just fucking itchy.

Finally, Yuan Huan couldn't stand the itching any longer. He glared at the emperor with a dark face and then said fiercely, "What are you doing?!"

When an eagle becomes fierce, its sharp gaze is most intimidating.

The young emperor had never seen anyone dare to be so fierce to him. He seemed to be frightened, his long eyelashes trembling uncontrollably, and the medicine bottle in his hand rolled onto the couch.

His face paled, and after a long while, he forced himself to remain calm and said, "I was just curious about the scar on your back."

The veins on Yuan Huan's forehead throbbed.

He cursed under his breath, "What's so interesting about a scar on a man's back!"

But the young emperor's hands were still restless, and they actually reached out to touch his arm.

Yuan Huan gritted his teeth, as if they were about to shatter.

He stared at the long, slender hand beside his arm. The difference in skin tone made the hand appear even more porcelain white. His pupils contracted as he endured the extremely strong visual impact.

Yuan Huan's breathing suddenly became heavier, and he felt as if cat claws were scratching at his heart.

He held back for a moment, but then he couldn't hold back and started cursing.

Yuan Huan sneered and said ruthlessly, "If Your Majesty likes the scar on my back, I can make one for you once my wound has healed."

Jiang Xiyu glanced at him and reached out to pick up the medicine bottle that had rolled to the side of his arm.

Then, after carefully placing it on the bedside table, I stood up.

He slightly raised his chin, and the expression in his eyes gradually turned cold.

Like a noble and elegant deer, when she glances down at him with her eyes slightly closed, it's as if she has a silent hook.

There was a faint smile in those eyes, but they were extremely cold, as if they were somewhat angry.

angry……

Their eyes met, and Yuan Huan's Adam's apple bobbed for a moment, stunned.

This startled him awake, and he immediately and awkwardly looked away.

Fuck!

Why is this little emperor so angry!

Did he offend him?

wrong!

Whether he's angry or not is none of my business!