Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

After applying the medicine, An Zhouyang placed the remaining ointment on the table and said, "All done."

Pan Yang quickly put on his clothes: "Then it's alright."

"Remember to apply the medicine." An Zhouyang frowned slightly at Pan Yang's actions, but ultimately did not remind him: "I'm going back to my room."

An Zhouyang returned to his room, sat down in a chair, and gently tapped the table, making a rhythmic sound.

"Do you think He Panyang can be trusted?"

A slight sound was heard, and the hidden guard knelt before An Zhouyang: "This subordinate believes that traitors cannot be trusted."

“Untrustworthy.” An Zhouyang raised an eyebrow at the guard, a smile appearing on his face but not reaching his eyes.

“Your Highness, although He Panyang saved you this time, he may have been trying to deceive you,” the guard said.

"Go down." An Zhouyang didn't look at him, and the guard gritted his teeth and hid back in the shadows.

Whether someone is trustworthy or not can be determined by testing them a few times.

A few days later, An Zhouyang returned after completing his prayers. As soon as he entered the city, he saw the people around him praising the Great Prince for his service to the country and its people, saying that he had even encountered assassins when he went to the temple.

No matter how difficult the journey, it will surely move Heaven to bless the country with peace and prosperity.

However, one person in the crowd was clearly unhappy.

An Zhouyan looked at the two of them. When Pan Yang noticed that their eyes met, there was no emotion in his eyes, as if An Zhouyan was already dead in his eyes.

Upon returning to the manor, An Zhouyang went to rest, while Pan Yang sat in the courtyard, squinting in the sun.

A stone wrapped in paper fell next to Fan Yang, who chose to ignore it.

Then another stone came flying at him, but Pan Yang ignored it.

The people throwing stones from the shadows couldn't understand whether He Panyang was asleep or dead.

Just as he was about to throw another stone, a white sword with dark red patterns appeared before him.

The person holding the white sword was none other than Fan Yang, who had just been squinting.

The man was startled, somewhat puzzled as to why Pan Yang was moving so fast, and reflexively took a step back.

Then, as if remembering something, he said, "The Second Prince wants to see you."

"What does that idiot want to see me for?" Pan Yang blurted out. Could it be that An Zhouyan hadn't been beaten enough by him last time? Or does he have some kind of special fetish?

Pan Yang took a step back, looking at the person with disdain.

The man was bewildered, but He Panyang dared to insult the Second Prince, and his expression turned somewhat displeased: "The Prince is only giving you one chance. Meet me in the courtyard in the north of the city after nightfall."

After saying that, the man slipped away.

Pan Yang blinked. It seemed he hadn't agreed to go, but going over and beating him up again wouldn't be a bad idea.

At night, Fan Yang climbed over the wall and left the mansion.

Inside the study, a sliver of candlelight illuminated the surroundings.

"Your Highness, He Panyang has gone out," the guard said, kneeling before An Zhouyang.

An Zhouyang paused in his movements, his gaze turning somewhat dark: "Next time you see him, kill him without mercy."

"Yes!"

After the guards withdrew, An Zhouyang looked up at the closed door, his grip on the calligraphy brush tightening slightly.

Meanwhile, following the original owner's memories, Pan Yang quickly found the courtyard.

As expected, An Zhouyan was standing in the middle of the courtyard. When he saw Pan Yang, he snorted coldly and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"I've come to you this time only to give you one last chance. You don't need to kill An Zhouyang; just hide this city defense map in his study."

Pan Yang was somewhat surprised. He knew An Zhouyan was foolish, but he didn't know that An Zhouyang was so foolish that he actually thought he would help him.

Pan Yang looked at him and rubbed his wrist: "I'll give you one last chance. Run in ten seconds."

"What do you mean?" An Zhouyan was a little confused when she heard this. She frowned and looked at Fan Yang with some impatience.

"What tricks are you trying to pull now? Once this is done, I can give you whatever you want."

"I want you dead." Pan Yang rolled his eyes and kicked An Zhouyan directly.

Caught completely off guard, An Zhouyan suddenly collapsed to the ground: "You're insane! Whatever benefits An Zhouyang gave you, I'll give you back double!"

Then he was beaten up again, but this time Pan Yang didn't hang him on the willow tree. Instead, he stripped him naked and hung him on the roof of the brothel.

An Zhouyang frowned as he looked at his writing. The paper was covered in smears of ink, and the only well-written character was "袢炀".

He felt increasingly irritable, so he threw down his pen, crumpled the paper into a ball, and threw it on the ground.

The study door was suddenly opened, and he looked over with some displeasure. He was clearly taken aback when he saw who it was, and then a hint of mockery appeared in his eyes.

"What? An Zhouyan sent you back as an undercover agent again?" His tone was cold, even revealing an anger that he himself was unaware of.

"What undercover agent?" Pan Yang was a little confused: "Oh right, I knocked your guards unconscious. They all acted like they wanted to kill me as soon as they saw me, for some reason."

"Oh, and your bodyguard too, I tied him to a tree in the yard." Pan Yang said as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

An Zhouyang took a deep breath to calm himself down: "I know you went to see An Zhouyan. You don't need to put on an act here."

"So you think I betrayed you?" Pan Yang looked at An Zhouyang in a calm tone.

“This king…” An Zhouyang looked into Pan Yang’s eyes, which were very deep, as if they were deep waters that could drown a person.

At that moment, he felt that he shouldn't have not doubted him, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

“You went to see An Zhouyan.” An Zhouyang’s momentum weakened a bit, but he still said, “Since he didn’t betray me, why did you go to see him?”

"Are you jealous?" Pan Yang suddenly blurted out, catching An Zhouyang completely off guard.

"You?" An Zhouyang opened his mouth but found himself at a loss for words. He then smiled and said, "Why would I be jealous? I'm never jealous."

“Ah, right, right.” Fan Yang nodded, walked up to An Zhouyang, took the white sword out of his spatial storage and handed it to him: “So I’m giving you a chance to choose.”

"Do you believe me, or do you want to kill me?"

"..." An Zhouyang looked at Pan Yang. He didn't seem to be joking. For the first time, he could clearly see the patterns on the white sword in Pan Yang's hand.

The patterns were some incomprehensible symbols, but they looked more like some kind of writing, with vines wrapped around the characters, making them unusually strange.

An Zhouyang, as if possessed, reached out and grasped the sword hilt, which exuded a coolness just like its owner.

After the white sword was in An Zhouyang's hands, the blade suddenly began to tremble, but not violently; it seemed more like excitement.

An Zhouyang actually felt that the sword carried a violent aura and even a hidden killing intent. At this moment, he felt as if the sword had its own consciousness.

This sword has a penchant for killing; that's the conclusion he came to.