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

Chapter 169 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh

The shadow that had been blocking their view dissipated, and even the rude, condescending gaze softened.

Jiang Xiyu looked at Yuan Huan kneeling down and a hint of satisfaction appeared on his face.

However, Yuan Huan clearly had no experience serving others, so he was quite clumsy.

He took a handkerchief and roughly rubbed Jiang Xiyu's hair.

Jiang Xiyu was somewhat disgusted, but ultimately said nothing.

He leaned to one side, finding a comfortable position, and casually draped his legs over the couch.

Those feet were exposed in front of Yuan Huan, and he stared at them intently for a moment.

His body started to heat up again. Yuan Huan quickly looked away, and after a while, he sighed with a hot breath before his gaze greedily returned.

The lamps inside the hall gradually dimmed, but the steam and incense in the air continued to rise.

After a long while, Jiang Xiyu felt sleepy. She covered her mouth with her hand, yawned, and then propped her chin up as if to close her eyes and breathe.

Yuan Huan was drawn by the yawn and looked over. When he saw Jiang Xiyu's profile, the curve of her face was just right, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corners of her eyes were moist.

His languid posture resembled that of a well-fed cat; if he had a tail, he would surely curl it up and calmly encircle himself.

Yuan Huan chuckled for a moment, and his movements became less fierce.

“Your Majesty is tired, don’t sleep here.” He finished drying his hair and reminded him, “Go sleep on the couch.”

Jiang Xiyu didn't open his eyes, gave a soft hum, and said, "If the young master hadn't been watching my feet and had focused on drying my hair, I wouldn't still be here."

Yuan Huan felt no shame at having his thoughts exposed and calmly said, "I'm afraid Your Majesty's feet are cold."

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Jiang Xiyu chuckled sarcastically, slightly opening his eyes as he said to Yuan Huan, "What, does the Crown Prince think he can impress me with his eyes?"

As he spoke, he seemed unwilling to let Yuan Huan see his toes, and curled up a little further into the chair.

Yuan Huan remained silent for a long time, then chuckled and met Jiang Xiyu's gaze, saying, "I don't see it as hot, but I have plenty of ways to make it hot. Why does Your Majesty need to hide it?"

The tone was extremely flippant, carrying a strong implication.

Jiang Xiyu remained in the same position, but a hint of lust flickered in his eyes as he rebuked him, "Lust is a dangerous thing, Your Highness has no shame at all."

Yuan Huan said indifferently, "If Your Majesty wants to remove my mask, then I will naturally peel off my face."

He paused, his gaze tracing down to Jiang Xiyu's collarbone, and said with a smile, "Besides, wasn't this knife held to my neck by His Majesty?"

"Has Your Highness lost your mind due to the heat? When did I become an emperor?"

“It’s like this…” Jiang Xiyu said, pulling his foot out from under his clothes again. After sitting up straight, he raised his foot and touched Yuan Huan’s arm, his toe slowly rubbing against Yuan Huan’s arm, finally stepping on his shoulder. He then asked, “Is this how it’s done?”

Yuan Huan's shoulders and back suddenly tensed. He stared at the troublesome foot, his eyes filled with the nonchalant air of a rogue.

He gasped for breath and said, "Your Majesty, you've put it in the wrong place..."

Jiang Xiyu braced himself on the couch with both hands, using the support to step on him. Hearing this, he tilted his head and tugged at the corner of his lips, saying, "Is there still any soft spot left in the young master's body?"

As he spoke, his gaze shifted downwards and lingered on a certain spot, scrutinizing it as he said, "I feel that it's the same no matter where I step, it's really painful."

Yuan Huan let out a low chuckle, mimicking his teasing tone, and said, "How will Your Majesty know it will hurt you if you don't try it?"

"Because it's angry, didn't you see, Your Highness?" Jiang Xiyu leaned closer to him, frowning and sighing softly, "It's so fierce."

Yuan Huan tilted his head slightly, and sweat slid down his chin, landing right on the fair instep.

His lips brushed against the foot, staring at it, and he suddenly laughed frivolously, saying, "Then Your Majesty should put your foot on its neck and see if it dares to be fierce again."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Huan threw down the handkerchief and reached out to grab that section of the ankle.

Jiang Xiyu didn't let him succeed. He kicked him in the shoulder with all his might, trying to knock him down.

Yuan Huan was physically robust; he only let out a muffled groan and remained unmoved.

He realized what was happening and chased after her again with his large hands.

Jiang Xiyu has no way to escape.

He lost his teasing nonchalance and, seeing his foot being grabbed and pulled toward that place, immediately struggled and angrily said, "Yuan Huan, how dare you?!"

"What should I do? I still have the courage." Yuan Huan firmly grasped his ankle, his palm rubbing against the curve of his foot as he struggled.

Jiang Xiyu's body suddenly went numb on one side. His face turned red with anger as he shouted, "Help! Help!"

Those outside the hall heard the calls and pushed open the door.

Yuan Huan relaxed his grip without any panic, and after sensing the approaching footsteps, he looked at Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu sneered as she stood up and stepped barefoot onto the ground.

His dry hair, like silk, gathered up from the couch, some of it brushing against Yuan Huan's knees as he knelt.

The chief eunuch only had time to shout, "Your Majesty..."

The next moment, the emperor swiftly raised his leg and kicked Yuan Huan hard in the left shoulder.

Suddenly, a weight settled on my shoulder.

Yuan Huan raised his eyes, pondered for a moment, then composed himself and said soothingly, "Your Majesty, please calm down."

Jiang Xiyu scoffed, too lazy to even look at him, and simply ordered the chief eunuch, "Guards, drag him out for me."

Yuan Huan laughed inexplicably when he saw that Yuan Huan had only kicked him once and then stopped.

Jiang Xiyu caught a glimpse of his smile out of the corner of his eye, his brows furrowed, and as if thinking of something, he suddenly looked down at Yuan Huan and said with ill intent, "I have changed my mind."

"I want to order someone to strip the Crown Prince of his outer robe and then drag him in front of the Imperial Guards so they can have a good look at you."

Yuan Huan suddenly clenched his teeth, and the smile on his lips disappeared.

The eunuch stepped forward but dared not restrain him, so Yuan Huan got up on his own.

They were all men; once you peeled back the outer layer of skin, you could easily see that he was abnormal.

The young emperor clearly did it on purpose.

Yuan Huan glanced at Jiang Xiyu one last time, then turned and walked out of the hall. Just as he was about to reach the hall entrance, he happened to run into Li Qingluan, who was carrying a pipa.

Seeing his angry expression, Li Qingluan lowered her head and quickened her pace.

Yuan Huan froze instantly, realizing why the young emperor had summoned her at this hour, and the heat in her body immediately subsided.

Oh shit.

The eunuch called out to him, but was met with a chilling glance from him, and trembled as he lowered his head.

Yuan Huan watched Li Qingluan walk away, then turned back indifferently.

When Jiang Xiyu saw him return, it was as if the person who had just kicked him wasn't him at all.

He reverted to his usual self and asked Yuan Huan, "What brings the young master back?"

Yuan Huan said calmly, "I left something behind."

Jiang Xiyu rubbed his temples and casually asked, "What did you forget?"

Yuan Huan narrowed his eyes and slowly said, "My silver whistle."

Jiang Xiyu lowered her hand from between her eyebrows and looked at him.

He said, "If the silver whistle cannot be found tonight, I cannot summon Garuda back."

Bullshit!

Jiang Xiyu had seen himself whistling and calling Garuda before.

"I'm going to retire for the night."

“I can find it myself and will not disturb Your Majesty,” Yuan Huan said stubbornly.

The silver whistle lying under Jiang Xiyu's neck began to burn in Yuan Huan's gaze, the heat almost scorching Jiang Xiyu's skin.

Jiang Xiyu's lips twitched slightly, and he turned away indifferently, saying, "Whatever you want."