Quick Transmigration: What's Wrong with the Yandere Male Lead? It's So Good!

Xiao Huaiyan looked into her amber eyes, which were brimming with tears, and his breath caught in his throat. He was bewitched once again.

She looks really beautiful when she cries.

He kept kissing her—her forehead, the tip of her nose, her lips…

…………

In a corner, in an inconspicuous place, I found a flower. It was a delicate pink bud that hadn't yet bloomed, and it was especially cute.

After the gardener's hard work—watering, fertilizing, loosening the soil, and weeding—the flower buds finally bloomed, trembling slightly. They were very beautiful and delicate.

…………

In the midst of the dilapidated palace complex of the Cold Palace, there is a hidden, exquisite room where, even in broad daylight, the bed curtains are drawn.

Suddenly, a slender, fair wrist fell out of the bed curtains and dangled beside the bed.

That slender, fair hand tried helplessly to grasp something, but it grasped nothing, because the next second it was pulled back into the bed curtains by another large hand.

The woman's soft, helpless sobs and moans drifted through the bed curtains.

At the same time, there were also the sounds of a man panting and uttering burning words.

"Please make way, call my name..."

"Xiao, Huaiyan..."

"Qingqing~ Can I call you Qingqing?" (Qingqing = ancient version of baby)

"..."

"Qingqing, come here, look at me~"

Eventually, she was driven only by instinct, her consciousness fading, and the confusion continued for a very long time…

By the time Xiao Huaiyan calmed down, Jiang Rangrang had already fallen asleep, and the sheets beneath her were in a terrible state.

With a satisfied look on his face, he wrapped his sleeping darling in a blanket and carried her to the daybed.

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It's always good when flowers are in full bloom, because they can pollinate and produce nectar.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he cleared his throat, and then, listening to the weak, kitten-like murmurs and sobs, his Adam's apple bobbed again.

"Laifu, prepare water, I want to take a bath," he ordered, his voice low and hoarse.

The bathtub, which was originally quite spacious, became less spacious when there were two people in it.

He sat in the bathtub, with Jiang Rangrang, whose face was still streaked with tears, sitting on his lap.

That was quite a hassle.

But it's like a thirsty person wanting to drink water, only to drink sugar water instead. It tastes good, but the more you drink, the thirstier you become, and the more you want to drink...

Warm water enveloped the two of them, and wet, hot kisses landed on her face one after another. In the end, he couldn't resist entwining with her.

Jiang Rangrang: "..."

Waaaaah~ When will this ever end?!

When everything was over, he held his sleeping sweetheart in his arms and thought that he still had to ascend the throne as soon as possible.

We'll build a special bathhouse for his beloved to soak in.

The bedroom should be carpeted throughout, and all the furniture should be made of Phoebe zhennan wood.

All of his father's concubines were sent home, and all the fine materials and jewelry that were presented as tribute were given to Rangrang alone.

As I was thinking, the original plot was brought forward again. 888 was already numb. It seems that its host has changed the sadomasochistic story into a sweet one again.

Because a short while later, Laifu delivered a message.

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That night.

The old emperor arrived at Consort Lan's Yong'an Palace.

Consort Lan is only twenty years old this year. She is beautiful and charming, and is in the prime of her life. She also gave birth to a lively and lovely son for him.

The old emperor is 45 years old this year, and the son born to Consort Lan is three years old.

He had already decided that it would be perfect to pass the throne to this son.

So sometimes being excellent is useless. If you end up with a foolish emperor, he won't consider whether the next emperor will be virtuous or not; he just wants to be emperor until he's old and dies.

Children who are too outstanding when they are young will become a threat to him when they grow up, and he will eliminate anyone who threatens his throne.

Sometimes, humans are not much different from animals, especially males.

"Your Majesty, you've arrived!"

Consort Lan concealed her disgust deep in her heart and greeted him in her usual coquettish manner, just like every day.

The old emperor was pleased with Consort Lan's dependence on him: "Where is An'er?"

"An'er was a little tired from playing during the day, so she went to bed early today."

But when we were eating pea flour cake, she specifically said she'd save two pieces for Father Emperor. I was jealous then, and I said, "Aren't you going to save two pieces for Mother Consort?" Guess what An'er said?

The old emperor, intrigued, asked, "What did An'er say?"

"An'er said that her mother is right here and there is no need to stay."

"How could someone as foolish as me give birth to such a clever child? It seems he must have inherited it from Your Majesty."

As soon as Consort Lan finished speaking, the old emperor burst into laughter: "My dear consort is very clever. Quick, where is the pea flour cake that An'er saved for me?"

"Your Majesty really wants to eat it? It's been sitting out for over an hour."

The old emperor laughed and said, "It's alright, none of you know how to eat it. Pea flour cake tastes better when it's completely cooled down; it will be sweeter that way."

Consort Lan looked on in surprise: "Your Majesty, is it true?"

"I never lie."

The next morning, the old emperor left. Consort Lan and Zhao Fu, who was by the old emperor's side, exchanged a glance and then looked away.

At noon, the old emperor collapsed from a stroke.

The Imperial Medical Academy held a consultation, but no one could find the cause of the illness. They could only try to treat it slowly, but everyone knew that the person was basically beyond saving.

The old emperor was crooked in the mouth and eyes, unable to take care of himself, and unable to even speak, so naturally he could no longer preside over the overall situation.

The other princes weren't as capable as the fourth prince; they already knew about the fourth prince's disappearance.

Some say that a male prostitute with a fiery temper has recently joined the brothel, and he looks remarkably like the fourth prince.

Do they dare to fight? The Fourth Prince, who was sent to sell his ass, is a cautionary tale. Who would dare to step forward now?

However, the 29-year-old eldest prince suddenly proposed to release the deposed crown prince to take charge of the overall situation, and listed one by one that the previous so-called crimes were all framed.

No one objected, or rather, no one present dared to object.

Xiao Huaiyan vividly demonstrated that when you are strong enough, all schemes and tricks are just paper tigers.

When Jiang Rangrang came out of the Cold Palace, she was unconscious. She was carried in Xiao Huaiyan's arms in a sedan chair to her new residence.

Do you think she wanted this? Guess why she didn't wake up even after being carried from the Cold Palace to the Phoenix Palace? Did she not want to wake up?

I'm tired. Let's destroy it!