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

Chapter 148 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh

Xie Cheng was a good official, and Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but feel sorry for such a loyal minister who served the country and its people.

They talked for a long time in the Xuanzheng Hall and then sat on the steps below the imperial desk.

At that moment, it seemed there were no rulers and subjects, only teachers and students.

The word "teacher" seemed to erase the barrier between them, the ruler and his subject, without them even realizing it.

Later, Jiang Xiyu suggested that Yuan Huan take a sinecure in front of him.

Xie Cheng felt this was inappropriate.

Yuan Huan is an arrogant person who grew up in the barbaric land of Beiyuan. If he stays by His Majesty's side, there's no guarantee that his sharp claws won't hurt someone.

Jiang Xiyu replied, "To be honest, teacher, I feel that my body is getting worse and worse."

Xie Cheng's expression suddenly changed drastically. Looking at his face, he said, "Your Majesty, please don't talk nonsense."

Jiang Xiyu weakly raised his eyes and said with a bitter smile, "I am not talking nonsense, teacher. My health has indeed become increasingly weak in recent years. When the illness is severe, I don't even know what I am doing, and I can't control my behavior."

As he spoke, he seemed to be out of breath. He took a handkerchief, covered his mouth, and coughed twice. When he unfolded the handkerchief, it was stained with glaring blood.

Xie Cheng was greatly shocked and was about to ask someone to summon the imperial physician.

Jiang Xiyu stopped him, saying calmly, "It's no use. Those imperial physicians have been treating me for so many years, but they've only treated the symptoms, not the root cause. If we call them over, we'll only alarm the Empress Dowager and cause her more worry."

As he spoke, he casually wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his lips.

Xie Cheng looked at the emperor's hand wiping his lips; the hand was so thin it seemed to be nothing but bones.

He was both shocked and in pain, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

After clarifying those few words, Xie Cheng couldn't help but have doubts.

Could it be that His Majesty's past outrageous actions were all due to his serious illness?

Otherwise, how could a person's temperament change so drastically overnight?

After all, when His Majesty was still the Crown Prince, he was humble and polite, already showing the signs of a wise ruler.

However, not long after ascending the throne, his temperament changed, and he would become tyrannical at the slightest displeasure. In recent years, he has been indulging in sensual pleasures and neglecting state affairs.

Xie Cheng realized something, his face seemed to age for a moment, and after a long while, he said, "Your Majesty, you will be alright."

His voice was hoarse as he continued, "If the imperial physicians cannot cure you, this old minister will send people to invite the most famous doctors in the land, and they will surely cure you."

"But teacher, I'm really scared." Jiang Xiyu's lips were pale, and she grasped the Prime Minister's hand with trembling hands.

He did not refer to himself as "朕" (Zhen, the imperial "I"), but rather acted like the child who stood before Xie Cheng on the eve of his coronation many years ago, expressing his fear.

His eyes held a vulnerability, like fragments of fleeting light accumulating within them.

After a while, Jiang Xiyu looked at the golden dragon soaring in the hall and forced a smile: "I have not yet fulfilled my father's last wish, nor have I met my teacher's expectations. I do not want to leave like this. I am unwilling..."

“Someone wants to harm me, but I will not do as she wishes. I want to live,” Jiang Xiyu said, gripping the Prime Minister’s hand tightly. “Teacher, please help me.”

Xie Cheng supported him, wiping away his tears. His eyes showed a mix of heartache and sorrow, but after that, only fury remained.

He comforted you with difficulty, saying, "Your Majesty, do not be afraid. No matter who wants to harm you, this old minister will not let them get away with it."

"This old minister will find a way to cure your illness; you will definitely be alright."

Jiang Xiyu added, "If Yuan Huan hadn't been there yesterday, I'm afraid I would have coughed myself to death."

“He is highly skilled, and I need someone like him by my side.”

This palace is too dirty and too chaotic.

Yuan Huan does not belong here; he does not belong to any faction.

Therefore, staying by the emperor's side is the most suitable thing for him.

Seeing the king so anxious and uneasy, Xie Cheng was heartbroken and finally agreed.

……

After the chief eunuch presented the imperial edict to Yuan Huan, he gave him a second secret edict.

The general meaning of the secret edict was that as long as Yuan Huan served in the emperor's presence and ensured the emperor's safety, he could leave after one year.

Originally it was three years, but this secret decree gave him a second option.

Yuan Huan glanced at it twice, then closed the imperial edict without the slightest ripple in his eyes.

After reading it, Le Yuan exclaimed in disbelief, "Has the Prime Minister gone mad to appoint the heir apparent to a position before the Emperor?"

"Could it be that the young emperor has taken a liking to our young master and is trying to take advantage of his position..."

Yuan Huan grew impatient and kicked him, saying, "Shut up."

Xie Cheng was a loyal minister.

He had heard of Kitahara long ago.

Most of the imperial edicts had to pass through his hands, but it was unclear whether they were the young emperor's or his own.

Yuan Huan thought about it and felt that Xie Cheng might have sensed something, which was why he made this exchange with him.

Zhao Bai took the imperial edict from his hand and asked, "May the Crown Prince go?"

“Go, why not go?” Yuan Huan looked up slightly at the direction of the palace, where endless rows of opulent low eaves stretched out.

The shadows loomed large. He stared silently for a while, then suddenly said in a cold tone, "It's just that the sky in this palace is too small to contain my eagle."

February is still chilly, and the air is filled with a slight coolness.

Princess Ronghua entered the palace and stayed in the Empress Dowager's palace for less than half an hour before running to Xuanzheng Hall to find him.

Jiang Xiyu had just finished reviewing the memorials under the Prime Minister's guidance when Ronghua arrived, just as the Prime Minister had left.

The incense in the hall had been reduced, and the scent was much lighter.

Jiang Xiyu picked up the teacup, but before he could even bring it to his lips, Ronghua came running in like a butterfly, saying in a coquettish voice, "Brother, brother, Ronghua has come to see you."

"Be careful with my tea." Jiang Xiyu put down his teacup when she reached for his hand and asked, "Why did you come to the palace today?"

"My mother summoned me to the palace." Ronghua sat beside him, pursed her lips, and said, "I only stayed for a short while. I didn't want to listen to my mother's nagging."

Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyes and asked, "What does Mother want with you?"

"It's all because I kidnapped Xie Chenyao last time. My mother scolded me for it, and then she brought up my affair with Yuan Huan. My brother has already issued an imperial decree, and the engagement has been called off. Why would I still want to have contact with him?"

"Besides, I've heard that the men of Beiyuan are all as fierce as bears. You know, brother, I don't like men like that." Ronghua leaned her head on his shoulder, looking miserable. "I feel like there are no good-looking men left in this world. Brother, I'm getting tired of the ones in the princess's residence. Could you send someone to find some more for me?"

Jiang Xiyu flicked her forehead with his finger and said helplessly, "What kind of man do you like?"

Ronghua looked up and smiled, saying, "I like good-looking people, preferably fair-skinned and tall."

Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but laugh.

Ronghua straightened up, displeased, and said, "Brother, you're still laughing at me? Do you know why Mother summoned me? She wants me to ask you what kind of woman you like..."

"I think the Empress Dowager really wants to hold the Emperor's grandson."

As she traveled along, she saw countless beauties in the imperial harem.

Those women were beautiful, but in Ronghua's heart, she felt that they were not good enough for her imperial brother.

None of them are good enough for them.