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

He chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest traveling through the fabric of their clothes to Jiang Rangrang.

Jiang Rangrang felt an intense sense of pressure from the vibration, and even the tiny, transparent hairs on her body stood on end in alarm.

"It's okay, being tired is fine, I can hold you while I write."

Before Jiang Rangrang could plead or refuse again, Xiao Huaiyan had already put his arm around her waist and led her to the desk by the window.

"Come on, let me guide you in writing."

Xiao Huaiyan placed her on his lap, held her small hand in his large hand, corrected her pen-holding posture, and then guided her to write.

Jiang Rangrang wanted to roll her eyes. This guy even forced her to practice calligraphy; she couldn't refuse to write.

And... his warm chest was pressed against her back.

Jiang Rangrang felt that his breathing was disturbing her! And his heartbeat! And his breath! So noisy!

She reluctantly held the pen, being led by him to write, her heart filled with unbearable sorrow.

Ha, she knew it! That was his goal; there was no way to avoid it!

He became restless after writing only three characters of the character "Xiao".

The calligraphy brush fell onto the rice paper with a "thud," and Jiang Rangrang tried to stop it: "Your Highness..."

"Excuse me... I just like you too much..." He realized her intention and interrupted her directly.

The two people actually looked quite respectable; it was just a young man embracing his beloved wife.

Much later...

The enchanting atmosphere was hidden inside the bed curtains, where the gauze curtains swayed constantly, and the golden tassels swayed incessantly.

Yeah, it's pretty windy...

—On the other side, outside the palace.

Deep in a quiet old alley in the south of Beijing, there is a small, simple, yet elegantly decorated courtyard.

A young man dressed in blue sat upright beside a stone table in the courtyard.

This person is Jiang Yan, Jiang Rangrang's older brother in this world.

He is nineteen years old this year, with stunning looks, delicate and gentle features, fair skin, and a face like a beautiful woman.

Most importantly, his appearance is seven-tenths similar to Jiang Rangrang's.

His years of living a life of constant dependence and caution have given him a cold and aloof air about him.

If they weren't siblings, they would both be using a potion that their father accidentally concocted to conceal their appearances.

They all knew all too well that, being powerless, helpless, and alone, their striking good looks could easily bring them trouble.

Jiang Yan would disguise himself whenever he went out, but only when he was alone in this undisturbed courtyard did he dare to let down his guard and reveal his true face.

He is painting right now; this is one of his ways of making money.

Over the years, he has supported himself and his studies by selling paintings, writing letters, and copying books.

Suddenly, the sound of orderly and heavy footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate, which was definitely not the work of ordinary people passing by by chance.

Jiang Yan's fingers paused as she held the pen, her heart tightened, and a look of vigilance and panic instantly surfaced in her eyes.

He usually conceals his appearance, lives in a humble alley, is law-abiding and never makes enemies. How could he attract such a large and powerful force?

Before he could come up with a solution, the dilapidated courtyard gate had already been pushed open.

The landlord who rented his house came in bowing and scraping: "Officials, you can investigate and look all you want. Jiang Yan is just renting my house. What he did has nothing to do with me."

Silver mask, flying fish robe, no turning back!

Jiang Yanci had indeed heard people mention the most dangerous organization in the capital, the Wu Hui.

He was shocked, his face turned pale, and the brush in his hand fell to the stone table, rolling onto the paper.

He was just an unknown, poor scholar, powerless and helpless. How could he have offended Wu Hui?

"You! Who are you? Where is Jiang Yan?!" The landlord asked anxiously in a shrill voice as soon as he saw the handsome stranger.

Jiang Yan suppressed his unease: "I am Jiang Yan."

"You're talking nonsense! You..." The homeowner took a closer look and saw that the robe he usually wore, the face shape, and the eyes were indeed the same!

"How come your face is better? This official is Jiang Yan. He usually has large yellowish-brown patches on his face, but it seems his face has been healed."

The leader remarked that this person really did resemble his master's beloved son, then said, "Shut up!"

The homeowner shrank back and didn't dare to utter a sound.

Jiang Yan froze on the spot, his hands and feet were ice-cold, and his mind was blank. He thought he had unintentionally gotten into trouble and was in deep trouble.

However, the leader suddenly bowed respectfully, his tone showing no malice whatsoever.

"Are you from Linjiang Village, Qingxi County?"

Jiang Yanqiang suppressed his panic and nodded slightly: "That's right."

"His Highness requests your presence at the palace, young master."

As soon as he finished speaking, without giving him a chance to refuse, Wu Hui and his group stepped aside in unison, gesturing for him to enter.

Jiang Yan was bewildered and terrified, confused and puzzled, but dared not disobey. He could only follow Wu Hui into the palace with a heavy heart.

When Jiang Yan was unwittingly taken into the palace and placed in a palace to wait for someone, Jiang Rangrang also learned of this news.

"Your Highness! Are you serious? So soon!"

Xiao Huaiyan rubbed the back of her head: "It just so happens that your brother is in the capital, so you didn't have to go through too much trouble. But the others..."

As he spoke, Xiao Huaiyan couldn't continue.

Jiang Rangrang snuggled into his arms, hugging his waist and saying:

"Your Highness, I know there might be bad news, but it's alright. You've done your best. It wasn't your responsibility. I'm already very happy to have found my brother."

Xiao Huaiyan held her tightly, feeling heartbroken, and at the same time, he looked down on the old emperor even more.

The emperor, the emperor is not good enough.

I'm a bad father.

He's even worse at being a husband; he's utterly useless!

Jiang Yan, who was restless, was taken away again, this time into the inner palace, the Phoenix Palace.

When he finally saw the figure in the hall, his eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief!

Ten years... It turns out his sister had been missing for ten years.

He recognized his sister, whom he had missed day and night, who had been adorable and heartwarming since childhood, at a glance!

Jiang Yan's eyes instantly reddened, her nose stung with tears, her throat bobbed heavily, and her eyes instantly filled with hot tears.

Jiang Rangrang exclaimed, "It looks just like it!"

[888 He looks just like me!]

[Yes, the original work says it's seven-tenths like him.]

After her sigh, looking at the other person, she suddenly felt a pang of sadness, a strange bitterness welling up inside her. Could this be the bond of blood ties?

Seeing Jiang Yan's pitiful appearance, Jiang Rangrang's heart softened, and she subconsciously said, "Brother..."

A soft "Brother" completely shattered Jiang Yan's already strong facade, and tears streamed down his face.

"Excuse me..."

Ten years of separation. How many decades does one have in a lifetime?