The host and the protagonist had a happy ending again [Quick Transmigration]

"What business does Your Majesty have summoned me for?"

Xu Ran gestured for him to sit down: "Is breakfast ready?"

Pei Guan was taken aback: "Not yet."

Xu Ran smiled and said, "Perfect, have some with me."

Pei Guan was completely bewildered. Xu Ran had already ordered someone to serve the meal and waved away Zhao Fu, who was about to serve him food.

Pei Guan understood the Emperor's intention, took the small white porcelain bowl in front of Xu Ran, and ladled a bowl of porridge for him.

Xu Ran raised her hand to stop him, her fingers resting naturally on his wrist: "I didn't ask you to do this."

Pei Guan's heart involuntarily trembled when Xu Ran touched his wrist.

He lowered his eyes and placed the bowl in front of Xu Ran: "Your Majesty's meal was tasted by a specialist before it was served. Would you like me to taste it again?"

Xu Ran felt a tightness in her chest.

"Calm down! Calm down, host! Calm down!"

The system sensed Xu Ran's soaring heartbeat and its pulse suddenly shot out.

Xu Ran smiled and reassured the system, "It's alright."

  

Although her lifelong boyfriend forgot about her and she felt she wanted to kill him...

"The palace is so well-preserved by the regent that it's practically impregnable; there's no need for such meticulousness."

Xu Ran's praise was genuine, but Pei Guan couldn't help but interpret it as something else entirely: "Your humble servant has often overstepped his bounds in the past."

As an official outside the capital, his actions extended into the palace, which can indeed be described as usurpation.

Xu Ran sighed softly, a hint of helplessness in her voice: "Pei Guan..."

Pei Guan's lips were tightly pressed together; this was the first time the Emperor had called him by his name.

The former emperor used to call him Regent, Minister Pei, or even General Pei...

Use a dependent, tentative, wary, or even ingratiating tone.

Xu Ran didn't want to hear Pei Guan say these things. "Let's eat first, okay?"

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Xu Ran ladled a small bowl of ginseng chicken soup and placed it next to Pei Guan. "Drink it quickly, or it will get cold."

Pei Guan paused. It wasn't unusual for him to dine with the Emperor, but the Emperor wouldn't serve him soup.

Xu Ran saw that he didn't move: "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

He remembered that Pei Xudong from the last world clearly liked chicken soup for the soul.

There was no dislike in him. Pei Guan met those clear, dark eyes, and today he saw no suspicion or wariness in His Majesty's eyes.

He no longer wondered if the soup was poisoned, nor did he want to delve into the intentions behind His Majesty's actions today. He simply took it as genuine concern, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Xu Ran watched as he carefully finished drinking the soup, sip by sip, and suddenly her heart softened terribly.

He didn't want to pressure him. The other party had no memory and had truly lived in this class-divided dynasty for so many years. His own identity was a natural oppression to him. Moreover, the original owner's murderous intent had already been revealed. Xu Ran had plenty of time, so he wasn't in a hurry.

"I think you don't look well. Shall I have the imperial physician take a look at you?" Xu Ran changed his self-reference.

Xu Ran originally thought Pei Guan was physically weak, but when she checked his pulse just now, it was surprisingly steady and strong, even stronger than that of an ordinary person.

Almost as soon as Xu Ran said those words, Pei Guan felt the familiar phantom pain, unconsciously biting his lower lip, his eyes becoming slightly vacant.

The time had not yet come; it was merely an illusion of pain. Pei Guan pinched his palm hard, and within moments, he returned to normal.

He forced a smile: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I am perfectly healthy and there is no need to trouble the imperial physicians."

No one else could notice, but Xu Ran couldn't possibly miss it. His expression remained unchanged as he strode out of the hall.

"Summon the imperial physician!"

Ignoring the person opposite her, Xu Ran closed her eyes and started flipping through the plot.

"He wouldn't tell me," Xu Ran said calmly.

The system was so worried it was almost crying. "Host, I've checked, it's really not in the unlocked storylines..."

The talent assessment of the Quick Transmigration Bureau is very strict. For example, Pei Guan's father's car accident in the previous world and Pei Guan's body in this world both have to be discovered by the mission takers themselves.

What Xu Ran cared about was not this: "He doesn't remember anything, but I remember everything."

"Host, don't be sad... Xiao Pei didn't do it on purpose."

"Of course we can't blame Pei Guan," Xu Ran sighed. "Let's take it slow."

"Can I give him the supplements from the main world?" Xu Ran asked.

The system pondered for a moment: "It should be possible, but tonics can only be used on people who are recovering from a serious illness, and we don't know Xiao Pei's condition yet."

"Buy it first."

The imperial physician's conclusion was the same as Xu Ran's: Pei Guan's pulse was very good.

Pei Guan withdrew his hand and smiled, "Your Majesty, did you already say it was nothing to worry about? Do you believe me now?"

"I don't believe it."

Xu Ran felt a pang of bitterness in his heart. He stared at the man's astonished eyes and asked, "What happened to you just now? Can you tell me?"

He actually noticed the strangeness in himself just now. Pei Guan's voice was hoarse, and the excuse he usually used to brush off others was stuck in his throat.

After a long pause, Pei Guan looked up and met Xu Ran's gaze: "I was injured in the army before. I was young then, and the memory is still vivid, leaving some lingering pain. I'm sorry to have worried Your Majesty."

A perfectly reasonable explanation. To fight one's way out of a mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood at such a young age, one can only imagine how tragic it must have been.

Xu Ran asked softly, "Really?"

"Really?" Pei Guan chuckled, seemingly a little embarrassed. "It's really just pointless complaining, so I didn't want to make Your Majesty laugh at me."

Xu Ran shook her head slightly: "It's not just whining, is it? The pain is really bad. How can I feel better?"

Pei Guan froze, feeling like he was suffocating, wishing he could escape from the room immediately.

"It doesn't hurt much anymore," he heard himself say. "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

"Since there's nothing else, stay and help me review the memorials."

The emperor started referring to himself as "朕" (Zhen, the imperial "I") again, and his tone became colder. Pei Guan felt bewildered.

Pei Guan hasn't reviewed any memorials this year. He taught the young emperor how to do it, and then withdrew without any regrets.

Why let him review memorials now? Is this a new test?

Pei Guan pursed his dry lips. He shouldn't have disobeyed the Emperor. Anyway, he was all alone and had no ties. He could just go along with whatever the other party wanted.

He should have done that, but he said, "Your Majesty, I have often overstepped my bounds in the past. Please forgive me."

He really didn't want to die at His Majesty's hands.

Xu Ran suddenly grabbed his wrist; it was cold and stiff, indicating that the man was uneasy.

"But I can't finish approving them all by myself," Xu Ran knew how to soften this man's heart. "Pei Guan, please help me."

The eighteen-year-old emperor had gentle eyes, but when he looked at him with a slight frown, it seemed as if he was truly aggrieved because he had submitted too many memorials.

"Your humble servant obeys the decree."

Pei Guan couldn't refuse Xu Ran's kindness.