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

Chapter 165 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh

He wanted the eagle, but what he stole was meaningless.

Jiang Xiyu glanced at Yuan Huan out of the corner of her eye, and after a long while, she curled her fingertips as if she was reluctant to part with the object and handed it to Yuan Huan.

"I thought this thing was gone forever," Yuan Huan said, shaking the silver whistle as he took it.

Jiang Xiyu smiled and looked away, saying, "I don't have an eagle yet, so what would I need the Crown Prince for?"

Yuan Huan pretended not to notice, and after putting away the silver whistle, casually echoed, "Your Majesty is right."

Not long after, a cry of an eagle came from overhead.

The shadow of Garuda streaked across the sky, flapping its wings and swooping down toward them.

The closer it is to the ground, the more amazed people will be by Garuda's size. It is stronger than an ordinary eagle, so strong that it is impossible for anyone to support its weight with their arms, but Yuan Huan can.

His extraordinary arm strength always gave Jiang Xiyu the feeling that he could lift anything.

Yuan Huan reached out his hand, and Garuda grabbed his arm with its sharp claws, the wind from which ruffled their hair.

Jiang Xiyu's robes, layered like clouds, fluttered slightly. He smoothed them out with his hand without making a sound, then his gaze fell on Garuda's blood-stained eagle claws. The claws were sharp and still bore traces of blood, suggesting that the hunt had just begun.

Its black eyes darted around, its sharp gaze, like that of its master, fixed on Jiang Xiyu, its bestial nature undiminished, as if it were about to attack him at any moment.

Yuan Huan looked at Garuda and touched its eyes with his finger.

Garuda seemed to recognize Jiang Xiyu. Its gaze was no longer so frightening; instead, it was bright and seemed to want to pounce on Jiang Xiyu.

It twitched its wings slightly, and Yuan Huan slapped it without hesitation, pressing it down and saying, "He's not someone you can pounce on. Be careful, he might pluck all your feathers next time."

Amidst the swaying shadows of the trees, Jiang Xiyu slowly smiled, crossed her arms, and asked, "Won't its claws scratch your hands?"

Yuan Huan didn't even turn his head, and said, "No."

Jiang Xiyu narrowed her shimmering eyes at him and chuckled softly, "That's right, the young master's arms are so strong that even Garuda can support them, so how could it possibly break them?"

His tone was as gentle as the March breeze.

Yuan Huan paused in his action of stroking the eagle, turned to look at him, and admitted without hesitation: "Your subject can not only handle eagles..." He abruptly stopped mid-sentence.

He originally said that he could handle even if the young emperor sat on his arm.

But it was really inappropriate to say such a teasing thing, and the young emperor was the kind of person who would hold a grudge. So Yuan Huan changed his words and said in a cryptic way, "It can still handle other things."

Jiang Xiyu wouldn't let him gloss over it, so she softened her voice and asked, "What can it withstand?"

The young emperor is unforgiving.

Yuan Huan thought for a moment and then said, "I can withstand the knife, especially the kind that cuts and scrapes the bone, no matter how heavy it is, I can withstand it."

"Is that so?" Jiang Xiyu looked directly into his eyes, and after a while, smiled and stepped forward to touch Garuda, saying, "If I have the chance, I must see it with my own eyes."

Yuan Huan stopped teasing and looked down at the hand that was stroking Garuda.

Garuda seemed to enjoy it, obediently letting Jiang Xiyu touch it.

Yuan Huan tightened his grip on the eagle's feathers, inwardly cursing it with a laugh, "You've been reduced to this state after just one meal? You're such a wimp."

Jiang Xiyu touched it for a while and then took out a handkerchief from her wide sleeve.

He was too afraid to touch Garuda's claws, so he threw the handkerchief into Yuan Huan's arms and said, "Wipe it."

Yuan Huan was taken aback. He subconsciously wrapped his arm around the white handkerchief, looked down at it for a moment, and then grabbed it with his hand without changing his expression. He said, "It will clean its paws by itself. Giving this handkerchief to it would be a waste."

The frost-covered plum blossoms embroidered on the handkerchief are elegant and fragrant, as if they have been hidden away for a long time, and have thus also absorbed the light fragrance of their owner.

Yuan Huan rubbed the delicate, smooth handkerchief in his palm with his fingertips.

He couldn't help but think that it would be a waste to use such a precious item to wipe Garuda's claws.

Yuan Huan had never seen such a good thing before. He neither gave it to Garuda to wipe nor had any intention of returning it.

He moved his arm to put Garuda down, and then casually put away the handkerchief.

Jiang Xiyu raised an eyebrow, pretending not to see him, and asked, "Is this eagle still tamed?"

Yuan Huan turned his head, acting as if nothing had happened, and said, "Tame."

This was just an excuse Yuan Huan made up, and later he simply let Jiang Xiyu play with the eagle.

Half an hour later, Jiang Xiyu was tired of playing, and Garuda was also tired of flying. It curled up at Jiang Xiyu's feet, nodding its head as if it was about to fall asleep.

Yuan Huan walked over and touched his buttocks with his toe.

Garuda remained motionless with its eyes half-open at the rare, gentle touch from its master.

Yuan Huan wasn't annoyed. He looked at the person sitting on the stone bench and said, "Your Majesty, use what I taught you: blow a whistle to make it go."

Jiang Xiyu spread his hands, glanced at the silver whistle that Yuan Huan had given him when he taught him how to train eagles, and then looked at the Garuda nestled at his feet, saying, "It's tired from flying."

Yuan Huan raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

The weather has warmed up considerably in the past few days, and the breeze is quite pleasant.

Yuan Huan leaned against a pillar in the pavilion, his eyes slightly lowered as he gazed at Jiang Xiyu.

The young emperor sat casually, his elbows resting on the edge of the table, his chin propped up, his eyes slightly closed as if showing weariness. The bright and clear spring light of March around him made the curve of his profile extremely handsome, and his long and thick eyelashes would flutter from time to time, like butterfly wings.

How can a man be so refined? Every part of him looks like it's been sculpted from jade.

Yuan Huan was truly baffled.

He couldn't figure it out, so he just stared at it for a long time.

The silence was broken by the sound of footsteps, and Yuan Huan's gaze instantly sharpened.

After seeing who it was, he straightened up slightly, and the sharp look in his eyes seemed to have disappeared.

The chief eunuch, accompanied by a palace attendant, came over, bowed, and said, "Your Majesty, it's time to administer the acupuncture."

Jiang Xiyu opened her eyes, covered her mouth and yawned, then nodded to indicate that she understood.

He and Yuan Huan did indeed spend a long time outside today.

Jiang Xiyu propped himself up on the edge of the table, glancing slightly at Yuan Huan. Seeing that Yuan Huan was still looking at him, he tightened his grip on the silver whistle, then said to Yuan Huan, "Isn't the young master leaving?"

Yuan Huan did not refuse. He hummed in agreement and stepped forward, raising Garuda. He said naturally, "I have just finished dealing with matters outside the palace and can now focus on returning to the Emperor's side to protect His Majesty's safety."

Jiang Xiyu chuckled inwardly for a moment, but didn't point it out. Instead, she said with a hint of mischief in her voice, "In that case, thank you for your trouble."

"I wouldn't dare," Yuan Huan said, donning a respectful mask.

The two went back and forth, as if they had both forgotten that they each had something in the other's possession.

No one mentioned it, and no one asked.

Jiang Xiyu put away the silver whistle. It was given to him by Yuan Huan voluntarily, so it wasn't considered stealing. Besides, he had returned the gift, so it was only natural for him to accept it.

Upon returning, the doctor was already waiting in the palace.

Logically speaking, the weather wasn't cold, but a heater was set up inside the hall.

As Jiang Xiyu walked in, she was greeted by a warm feeling.

He was wearing a lot of clothes, so he started to sweat after a while.

As Yuan Huan followed behind, just as he was about to step into the bedchamber, a eunuch reached out and stopped him, saying, "Your Highness, His Majesty needs to use acupuncture. Please wait outside the palace."

Yuan Huan stopped in his tracks and did not go in.

The palace door was closed by the eunuch, and Yuan Huan stood at the door with a knife in his hand, looking like a demon.