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

Chapter 143 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh

After completing his mission in the previous world, when Jiang Xiyu opened his eyes again, he found himself in an exquisite and luxurious carriage. However, before he could recover, the carriage suddenly stopped as if it had been hit, and the inertia forced him to fall forward.

The jade pendants hanging from the four corners of the carriage jingled, the horses neighed, and the carriage swayed for a while before it came to a stop.

If Jiang Xiyu hadn't reached out and grabbed the windowsill in time, he would probably have fallen down in a sorry state.

As soon as they came to a stop, someone immediately apologized through the curtain: "Master, are you alright?"

Jiang Xiyu frowned and asked in a cold voice, "What happened?"

The chief eunuch standing guard outside the carriage respectfully replied, "It was just a few blind fools who rode by and startled your carriage. Please forgive them, Your Majesty. This old servant will handle it."

After a while, Jiang Xiyu hummed in agreement.

The person outside seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but the next second, he suddenly raised his voice and shouted in a sharp tone: "How dare you! Where did this hooligan come from? Don't you have eyes? How dare you ram my master's carriage!"

"Men, seize them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp sound of a sword being drawn came from beside the carriage.

The rider was clearly indignant, tightening the reins and angrily saying, "There are many people on the road now, and you don't slow down while driving your carriage, yet you blame us for bumping into you?"

"How can the people of the capital be so unreasonable!"

The driver didn't look like an ordinary servant, and even the guards with drawn swords beside him didn't seem to be trained like those from an ordinary family.

Judging from this arrogant demeanor, there must be some extraordinary person sitting in the car.

But the nobles in the capital have always behaved this way. They had heard about it in Beiyuan long ago, but they never expected to witness such a rotten thing in person, which was even worse.

The chief eunuch didn't want to say more, so he waved his hand to signal the guards to come forward and arrest the person.

At that moment, an even heavier thud of hooves sounded.

The newcomer sat high on horseback, and the sunlight shone on his silver armor, making it appear gleaming coldly.

He said coldly and in a deep voice, "Let's see who dares!"

Although the chief eunuch did not know who this person came from, he noticed that the horse he was riding wore a silver phoenix-wing mask and looked as majestic as a beast. He immediately realized that this was a Northern Plains war cavalryman.

The cavalry of the Northern Plains are always covered in heavy armor, and their bodies reek of blood. Combined with their terrifyingly hot, panting breath, ordinary horses would naturally be frightened by their presence.

And this person, riding a Ferghana horse with phoenix wings, wearing silver armor and bright clothes, and coming from the Northern Plains, must be the infamous Prince Yuan Huan of the Northern Plains.

Yuan Huan spurred his horse to the front of the carriage, forcing the guards to retreat repeatedly with their swords in their hands.

When he was less than a foot away from the carriage, he pulled on the reins, his domineering posture making everyone present almost breathless.

After a long pause, he raised his eyes without any expression, his gaze sharp: "Call your master out. Under the emperor's nose, what right does a dog like you have to bark here?"

The chief eunuch's face turned ashen. In truth, no matter who it was, offending the emperor was a capital offense in his eyes.

But this person was the Crown Prince of Beiyuan, and he immediately found himself in a dilemma, not daring to truly offend this tyrant.

Seeing that more and more people were gathering to watch the spectacle, they were afraid that their master would blame them.

The chief eunuch hesitated for a moment, then lifted a corner of the carriage as if afraid that the wind outside would blow in and hurt someone. He then asked, "Master, the Prince of Beiyuan is outside."

Jiang Xiyu moved her hand that was gripping the windowsill, and took the initiative to pull it open, seeing the person in the outer room through the gauze curtain.

I could vaguely make out that it was an extremely handsome and young face.

His silver armor was cold, his body was strong and muscular, his shoulders and back were broad and straight, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle soaring in the sky. Even from a distance, you could feel the intense killing intent emanating from him.

After a long while, Jiang Xiyu withdrew his gaze and said impatiently, "Let him get lost."

The sound was like shattered jade striking stone, cold and gentle, as if shrouded in mist.

Yuan Huan didn't hear clearly, but he noticed the hand that slightly lifted the gauze curtain. It was long and slender like white jade, with weak wrist bones, like a woman's hand.

The chief eunuch ordered the guards to leave, then nodded and replied, "My master is unwell and should not be exposed to the wind. I hope the young master will understand."

Yuan Huan raised an eyebrow, stared at the horse for a moment with a slightly scrutinizing look, and then gently spurred his horse to make way.

After the carriage left, the guard Zhao Bai stepped forward and asked in confusion, "Your Highness, why did you let them go like that?"

Yuan Huan scoffed coldly: "The driver knows my identity, and judging from his voice, he must be a eunuch."

"A eunuch? Who's in the carriage?"

"Women from the palace, I suppose."

The deputy general, Le Yuan, realized what was happening, cursed his bad luck, and said rudely, "Young master, in principle, we don't care about whether he's a eunuch or not. If he's being unreasonable, we can just beat him up."

"Anyway, the bigger the trouble, the better, so that even if everyone refuses the marriage proposal, the royal family will still insist on marrying that princess to you."

At this point, Le Yuan couldn't help but gossip, "I heard that Princess Ronghua also has a bad reputation. Before she was even married, she was already following her brother's example of having three palaces and six courtyards, keeping a bunch of gigolos. How can a woman like that be worthy of our Crown Prince?"

Zhao Bai nodded in agreement: "I don't know what His Majesty is thinking. Even if he were to bestow a marriage, he should at least give it to a decent girl, not a princess. Instead, he's making the Crown Prince a laughingstock for no reason."

Yuan Huan's expression darkened, and he said disdainfully, "That young emperor has just ascended the throne. What ability does he have to plot against me? He's nothing but a puppet."

There were other people behind the arranged marriage.

The court already harbored considerable fear of Beiyuan; this was merely a way of openly declaring its intention to reduce Beiyuan's power.

After all, it was a rule in all dynasties that a prince consort could not hold an official position.

Zhao Bai analyzed, "This time, the Crown Prince will probably stay in the capital for a while longer."

Refusing to marry can lead to a lot of charges.

Le Yuan wailed, "What's so great about staying in this wretched capital? It's not as beautiful as the mountains and rivers of our Northern Plains."

Yuan Huan glanced at the two of them, and neither of them dared to speak again.

They rode their horses toward the palace. After a moment, Yuan Huan stared at the distant, majestic palace, and seemed to sneer, saying, "Once I've ripped the sky out of the capital, I'll take you back to Beiyuan."

At the same time, Jiang Xiyu, sitting in the carriage, couldn't help but cough.

This body is really weak; it's practically been ruined by over-care.

He rubbed his throat, feeling a little uncomfortable, and after a while, he silently thought to himself, "00, send me the plot."

[Okay, master. 】

The next second, the original owner's memories gradually surfaced in her mind.

Jiang Xiyu frowned, her fingers clenching so tightly they turned white.

His current soul resides in the identity of Jiang Yan, the last emperor of the Great Liang Dynasty, whose courtesy name is Xi Yu.

Why is he considered the last emperor? Because by his generation, the imperial line had dwindled, and he was also weak-willed. After ascending the throne, he became licentious and tyrannical, successfully persecuting loyal ministers, favoring treacherous officials, and ultimately corrupting the entire dynasty.

His ancestors produced a lifetime of wise rulers, but things went to extremes with him, and he became an utterly incompetent and incompetent ruler.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Both characters are pure, as described in the title; immersive walkthrough; 00 occasionally appears.