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

Chapter 149 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh

Jiang Xiyu said calmly, "You know how healthy my brother is."

Ronghua's smile faded slightly. After a moment of silence, she feigned reproach: "Your Majesty stays in your bedchamber every day. How can your health be good? If you ask me, Your Majesty should go out more often and relax."

"Moreover, Your Majesty is so young now. If you ask me, Mother is too anxious about having children."

Jiang Xiyu remained silent, twirling the empty teacup between his fingers, and suddenly smiled: "It is I who have troubled the Empress Dowager."

Ronghua stood up and said with concern, "The most important thing right now is for Your Majesty to take good care of your health. As for offspring, they will come in the future."

She glanced around the hall, her gaze finally settling on the direction of the entrance.

Ronghua's bright eyes twitched slightly, and she suggested with interest, "Brother, why don't you and Ronghua go for a walk? The weather outside was quite nice when I came."

Jiang Xiyu rubbed her temples, about to refuse.

Ronghua shook his arm and said coquettishly, "Come for a walk with me, Your Majesty, I'm begging you."

Jiang Xiyu finally couldn't persuade her otherwise.

After changing his clothes, he put on a cloak and went out with her.

The weather outside was indeed fine; sunlight shone on the vermilion walls and flying eaves, exuding wealth and elegance.

Fearing that people might disturb His Majesty's enjoyment, the chief eunuch ordered people to clear the servants from the palace road beforehand, while the rest of the attendants followed at a distance.

The young emperor was not wearing a crown today; his black hair, tied up with a hairpin, hung down to the side. His pale face, illuminated by the sunlight, made him look much healthier. His frail, sickly appearance seemed to be concealed within his cloak. With the makeup washed away, a hint of youthful spirit appeared in his eyes.

His elaborate sleeves concealed his wrists, beneath which rested another pair of slender, alabaster-like hands.

A woman dressed in red palace attire supported him from the side, her face mostly obscured.

The woman leaned closer and said something, which immediately made the young emperor beam with joy.

For a moment, the palace path was filled with the soft laughter of women.

Although I couldn't hear what she was saying, just hearing that soft, feminine tone was enough to make me feel weak all over.

Yuan Huan frowned slightly at the city gate tower on the palace road, then casually looked away.

I had long heard that the young emperor had three thousand concubines in his harem.

He couldn't see the woman's face clearly from so far away.

Judging from her attire alone, the woman must have been extremely favored.

He sneered inwardly for a moment.

The young emperor's frail health was probably half ruined by women.

This certainly lives up to his reputation for debauchery and immorality.

Le Yuan was completely dumbfounded and stood to the side, sighing, "Your Majesty is indeed very lucky with women."

Zhao Bai nudged his shoulder speechlessly and said, "Stop looking."

She was, after all, the emperor's woman; staring at her like that was impolite.

Yuan Huan asked casually, "Where's Garuda? Where did it fly off to?"

Garuda was an eagle raised by Yuan Huan, which he brought from the Northern Plains.

Let it linger over the imperial city while the weather is nice today.

"It was flying here just now?" Le Yuan looked up at the sky for a while, but the sky was empty and there was no trace of the eagle anymore.

He scratched his head and guessed, "Could it be that she's hiding in some corner eating something?"

Zhao Bai rolled her eyes and said, "Where in the palace can it find prey to eat? Don't scare people and cause trouble."

Yuan Huan fumbled around and took out a whistle from his person.

Just as he was about to blow the whistle, a sharp and penetrating whistling sound suddenly came from above, instantly resounding throughout the sky.

Jiang Xiyu looked up, her pupils widening for a moment, and the black dots reflected in them quickly became clear.

With its enormous wings spread, the eagle pierced the sky, casting eerie shadows that blotted out the heavens, and swooped down rapidly in his direction.

In that instant, Jiang Xiyu felt as if her heart had stopped beating.

All the attendants were thrown into chaos, the emperor's ceremonial regalia fell to the ground, and cries of alarm echoed along the palace path.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, be careful!"

"Protect the emperor! Protect the emperor!"

Upon seeing the eagle's claws in the blink of an eye, Jiang Xiyu's face turned ashen, and he instinctively pulled Ronghua into his arms.

The eagle was so fast that it gave no one a chance to react.

At the critical moment, a clear whistle rang out.

Jiang Xiyu's senses were all tense. The expected pain did not come. He only felt a breeze brush past his ear and something brushing against the hair hanging down his temple.

A strand of black hair broke off silently, and after being blown away by the wind, it fell to the ground.

In an instant, the shadow overhead dissipated, and then various panicked sounds rang out on the palace path.

Some called out "Your Majesty," some shouted for the emperor's protection, and others yelled at the top of their lungs to summon the imperial physician.

Jiang Xiyu was protected within the group, and the cloak on his shoulders slipped down, revealing his slender, bamboo-like figure and the extremely thin waist and abdomen cinched below his waist belt.

The wind tousled his hair, which fell over his shoulders. He lowered his head and coughed, his voice low and muffled.

It was as if the wind brought by Garuda had turned into blades, piercing his skin and pouring into his heart and lungs, like a broken windshield, unstoppable and unstoppable.

Feeling uncomfortable, Jiang Xiyu suddenly looked up in the direction of the lingering whistle, and happened to meet Yuan Huan's gaze.

The moment their eyes met, Jiang Xiyu was momentarily stunned.

Yuan Huan looked down from his high vantage point, his expression mostly hidden in the shadows.

He lowered his head and felt that Jiang Xiyu's eyes resembled those of an animal.

By the way, it was a deer that Garuda had caught when he was training eagles.

The white deer's eyes were also just as moist, clear, and fragile.

It makes people feel pity.

During that brief eye contact, Jiang Xiyu coldly suppressed the faint curve of her eyes.

He revealed his murderous intent to Yuan Huan, but soon that intent was replaced by the mist, lost within it and nowhere to be found.

Ronghua's face paled with fright.

She quickly hugged Jiang Xiyu and asked worriedly, "Brother, are you alright?"

As she spoke, her voice was trembling with sobs.

Jiang Xiyu's heart was still pounding. After looking down, he reached out and patted her back to show that he was alright.

He couldn't speak; whenever he opened his lips, the itching in his throat intensified.

Unable to bear it any longer, Jiang Xiyu coughed so violently it was almost unbearable.

Ronghua stood in front of him, crying as she tried to soothe him.

Jiang Xiyu didn't dare to put his weight on her, so he grabbed her shoulders and braced himself, saying, "It's okay, don't cry."

The sound was very soft, almost imperceptible.

Only by careful listening can one hear clearly from a low cough.

Ronghua's eyes reddened, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "How could you be alright? You've been coughing like this."

Jiang Xiyu wiped away her tears.

The head eunuch quickly picked up the cloak and tried to put it on him, but Jiang Xiyu fainted on the spot due to excessive shock.

The people on the city wall were immediately terrified.

Le Yuan exclaimed in a panic, "Oh no! Garuda has caused a huge disaster this time!"

"Go down and take a look quickly."

Yuan Huan's face darkened completely as he watched the figure fall to the ground.