Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

An Zhouyan panicked upon seeing this and took a few steps back: "What are you doing?"

"Guess." Pan Yang looked at him indifferently. After that, An Zhouyan was beaten up and stripped naked by Pan Yang, who then hung him on a willow tree in the center of the city before leaving gracefully, concealing his merit and fame.

Pan Yang felt he was being incredibly kind, and the non-existent red scarf on his chest became even brighter.

The next morning, An Zhouyang was surprised to hear the news. He thought he should have asked He Panyang to kill him instead of humiliating him, right?

Pan Yang dodged the guards, climbed over the wall, and landed in front of An Zhouyang, who was still standing in the courtyard, not yet recovered from the indescribable situation.

An Zhouyang suddenly saw the person appear in front of him and reflexively took a few steps back.

"You probably already know, the one An Zhouyan hung on the willow tree, I made it." Pan Yang said with a serious face, "So you believe me now?"

"Heh." An Zhouyang glanced at him and said, "I have no reason to believe a traitor who would betray me. You betrayed me for him a few days ago, and you betrayed him again today. Do you think I would believe you?"

His tone was cold, even somewhat sarcastic.

After a moment of contemplation, Pan Yang nodded firmly: "I think you trust me."

001: "??? Host, this is a rhetorical question, not an interrogative one!"

An Zhouyang was clearly surprised by Pan Yang's answer. He stared at Pan Yang for a few seconds, only to find that Pan Yang was expressionless and did not seem to realize that there was anything wrong with what he said.

"Are you upset?" An Zhouyang said. "I have no reason to keep you here. If you trespass into the Prince's mansion again, I won't hesitate to lock you in the dungeon myself."

“You can’t beat me.” After thinking for a moment, Pan Yang added, “Your men can’t beat me either.”

"..." An Zhouyang fell silent. How could He Panyang have changed so much? Could it be that seeing An Zhouyan a few times had damaged his brain?

“He Panyang, I’ve said before that I won’t believe you unless you kill An Zhouyan with your own hands.”

“You can’t kill him right now, but you can find someone else.” Pan Yang’s eyes lit up: “How about I kill the Emperor for you, and then draft an imperial edict? It would be perfect.”

001: "!!!! Host! This is not allowed!"

An Zhouyang looked at him incredulously: "Do you know what you're saying?"

Upon hearing this, Pan Yang clicked his tongue and said, "Even the emperor can't be killed. This is really troublesome."

"I can help you ascend the throne." It's just that rebelling is a bit troublesome. You can't just kill the emperor directly. The original owner had never dealt with people like prime ministers and generals, so it's a bit difficult to handle, but it's not a big problem.

001: "Host, treason and ascension to the throne are words that no normal person would associate together."

Upon hearing this, An Zhouyang was even more certain that He Panyang had gone mad; he was simply mentally unstable. Without even glancing at Panyang, he walked into his study.

Seeing his appearance, Pan Yang blinked but ultimately decided not to follow him and instead climbed over the wall to leave again.

001 watched as Pan Yang took a series of actions and exclaimed in astonishment that it was outrageous. His host actually climbed over the wall to force various ministers to follow An Zhouyang.

There were bound to be some who were unconvinced, thinking, "Who are you? Why should I listen to you?" Then they were beaten up again. Almost half of the officials in the capital received a friendly exchange from Pan Yang.

Morning court.

The emperor fell silent upon seeing the bruised and swollen faces of the officials.

"My esteemed subjects, are you...?"

One of the ministers coughed twice and said, "I tripped and fell while walking."

The emperor looked at the prime minister with some confusion: "Then what is the prime minister doing?"

The Prime Minister straightened up: "Your Majesty, I also fell down by accident."

"What's going on with General Li?"

"I did not fall!" General Li immediately denied. "I was riding a horse, and it got startled. I managed to steady the horse, but I accidentally bumped into it."

"Ha, General, you are indeed remarkable." The Emperor was somewhat helpless; this was truly bizarre. "Yan'er, did you have any clues about where you were hung from the willow tree a few days ago?"

Upon hearing this, a sinister glint flashed in An Zhouyan's eyes, and he said, "We've already found out. It was just a petty thief who drugged me while I was sleeping. I wasn't on guard and fell for his trick."

"A petty thief?" The emperor looked at An Zhouyan with some displeasure in his eyes: "You're in such a sorry state because you're just a petty thief. What will you be like if something big happens in the future?"

He didn't continue, but his disappointment was undisguised: "I was originally thinking of sending you to the temple to pray for blessings, but it seems I need to reconsider this matter."

Upon hearing this, the Prime Minister stepped forward and said, "The day for His Majesty's prayer is just around the corner, and this matter is also to appease the people. The Second Prince is clearly not up to the task. Why not let the First Prince set off on a chosen day?"

"Yang'er," the Emperor said, feigning a moment's thought, then nodded, "Then let Yang'er go."

Upon hearing this, An Zhouyang bowed and said, "I will certainly live up to Father's expectations."

The Emperor nodded and continued, "Do any of you ministers have anything else to say?"

He was met with silence. General Li opened his mouth but ultimately remained silent, like a quail.

"Since there is nothing else, let's adjourn the court." The Emperor said, preparing to rise.

"Long live my emperor."

After the Emperor left, General Li went straight to the Prime Minister and asked, "Your Excellency, were you also attacked?"

Upon hearing this, the Prime Minister naturally understood General Li's meaning, nodded, and whispered, "I didn't expect the First Prince to make such an unexpected move."

He originally thought he was the only one who got beaten up, but it turned out that a whole group of people got beaten up.

"Your Highness." The Prime Minister looked up at An Zhouyang, who hadn't gone far, and quickened his pace to walk over: "Your Highness, could you tell me the name of the person from that day?"

"That day?" An Zhouyang asked, somewhat puzzled.

The Prime Minister coughed twice, somewhat embarrassed: "Just a few days ago, the Prince sent that person to my residence to try and win me over. That day, he was truly remarkable, managing to bypass the guards unscathed."

"I think that man will definitely succeed if he follows me!" General Li patted his chest and said, "That man can even beat me. If he follows me back to the frontier, he will surely make those Huns call him father."

An Zhouyang was even more confused. What? What did I do?

But he soon thought of that person.

"Did that man have a white sword with dark red patterns on it?" He remembered the white sword that Pan Yang had used when he beat his men a few days ago.

General Li nodded upon hearing this: "That sword is truly formidable! It actually severed the tip of my halberd in one go."

An Zhouyang's eyes flashed with surprise upon hearing this. He knew that the general's halberd was almost unmatched here. Wait a minute: "You were all beaten up by He Panyang?"

The prime minister was somewhat embarrassed: "Yes."

"That man's name is He Panyang, what a good name." General Li nodded.

An Zhouyang was now completely bewildered. What on earth was He Panyang doing, conquering half the court by force? It was simply unbelievable.