Quick Transmigration Strategy Guide: Yandere Male Lead, A Bit Teasing!

【Yandere, super sweet and doting, one-on-one】

#The arrogant young man's eyes are filled with hostility: "You can only like me alone."#

#The yandere prince's gaze is ...

Chapter 522 The Regent, the Master, Wants a Kiss 66

The new emperor ascended the throne and granted a general amnesty.

The new emperor was the son of King Huan.

He's very young; judging by his appearance, he's only in his early twenties.

He was dressed in a yellow robe, and had a handsome face; upon closer inspection, he was quite good-looking.

Night fell.

At the palace banquet, the emperor's throne was placed first.

Next, slightly lower down, on the left, is where Yuwen Xu is sitting.

Dressed in a black robe, he sat at the table closest to the throne.

Su Yan sat next to Yuwen Xu, her attention completely focused on the food on the table.

However, there was one thing she did notice.

The eunuch just called for us to pay our respects.

Everyone knelt and kowtowed, but Yuwen Xu remained motionless in his wheelchair.

Even the new emperor spoke up and exempted him from kneeling.

Su Yan's share was also saved.

When the palace banquet began, singing and dancing ascended to the heavens from the high platform.

Joy permeated everything.

Su Yan lowered her head, dressed in white, with a hair ornament on her head.

They ate the food on the table, bite by bite.

Mmm, this golden silk cake is really delicious.

Yes, this chicken soup is delicious too.

Half an hour later.

Most of the food on the table had already been devoured.

Looking at the other people's tables, they were almost untouched.

After all, this is a palace banquet, and everyone is very proper and dignified. Who would dare to treat this place like home and ignore the food?

Yes, Su Yan did it.

Ignoring everyone else, all they cared about was food.

Just as she was about to continue eating...

Yuwen Xu smiled and whispered in her ear

"Shall we rest before eating?"

Su Yan looked up at him, and he put his arm around her waist without any hesitation.

She was also holding a rose-shaped pastry in her hand.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems he hasn't eaten anything yet.

She held the rose-shaped pastry in her hand.

"Want some?"

As she asked the question, she had already brought it to his lips.

He has always accepted anything given to him by Su Yan without hesitation, and has never refused anything.

While feeding him, Su Yan bumped into his wheelchair.

Suddenly, something came to mind.

"How is your leg?"

Two days have passed, and twelve hours have long gone by.

Why is he still using a wheelchair?

Seeing how nervous she was, Yuwen Xu couldn't help but pinch her cheek.

"I've been poisoned for several years now, so perhaps it will take some more time before I recover."

While listening to his answer, Su Yan asked Xiao Hua a question.

After some hesitation, Xiaohua also gave this answer.

“Host, he has been poisoned for many years, so naturally he cannot compare to someone who has just been poisoned.”

Su Yan thought it made sense.

Yuwen Xu tugged at her hand.

"Eat."

Su Yan looked down and found that the dishes had been changed again.

The mess on the table from where she had just eaten has been cleared away.

The enticing aroma and the fresh new dishes.

Su Yan immediately felt her appetite return.

He then sat down and continued eating.

Below the steps, Xuan Yuanqing watched this scene with a complex expression.

It turns out she was already a princess.

No matter how hard I try, she can never be mine.

This sense of loss was even more painful than when I was scolded by my father and mother back then.

From the day I first saw him in the flowerbeds of the Prince's mansion.

He was immediately captivated by the woman's beauty.

After all these days, he longed to see her again.

But I never expected it to happen in this way.

As I was thinking about it, I picked up the wine beside me and drank it all in one gulp.

But was her marriage to Yuwen Xu voluntary, or was she forced?

Yes, Yuwen Xu held a high position and wielded great power.

But he was a cripple.

Presumably no woman would willingly follow a cripple.

Moreover, the palace banquet had been going on for almost an hour.

She rarely looked up to talk to him, mostly just burying her head in her food.

Is it a form of resistance?