Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

An Zhouyang gripped the hilt of his sword and looked at Fan Yang, raising his hand to place the white sword against Fan Yang's neck: "Are you too arrogant, or do you really think I would believe you?"

Pan Yang looked at him, a smile on his face and a deep gaze: "You can think of both."

"Madman." An Zhouyang sheathed his sword and placed it back in Pan Yang's hand: "Your sword is too evil; I'm afraid something might happen to me."

"Tsk." Pan Yang tossed the sword back into his spatial storage: "It's getting late, go to sleep. I'll show you a good show tomorrow."

An Zhouyang was puzzled about what kind of show it was, but he was shocked the next day at dawn.

An Zhouyan was tied naked to the roof of the brothel, and the guards from the Second Prince's mansion tried to get him down using a ladder.

However, the knot in the rope seemed very tight, and half an hour had passed without it being untied. Unfortunately, the rope was also strange, and no matter how the dagger tried to cut it, it wouldn't budge.

An Zhouyang was stunned by what he saw: "You did this last night?"

"Yes," Pan Yang nodded, looking quite reasonable. "How was it? Was it lively?"

"..." An Zhouyang was somewhat at a loss for words. The scene could not be described as lively.

The news of this incident quickly reached the palace. The emperor was furious, firstly because he was angry that someone dared to do such a thing to a prince, and secondly because he felt that An Zhouyan was simply incapable of fulfilling his responsibilities.

Being hung on a tree once was bad enough, but this time it was actually hung on a brothel.

In the afternoon, inside the palace, the Emperor looked at An Zhouyan with a sense of disappointment and frustration.

He slammed his hand on the table: "You! Such a thing is an insult to the royal family! Was that assassin so powerful that he could tie you up and take you to a brothel?"

“Father, please calm down. Your son knows who that person is. Give your son one day and I will definitely be able to lock him up in the imperial prison,” An Zhouyan said through gritted teeth.

You deserve to die a horrible death, Pan Yang!

"Then I will give you one day. If you cannot catch that person, you shall not call yourself a prince."

"My son understands."

As soon as they left the palace, An Zhouyan led his soldiers straight to the Prince's mansion.

An Zhouyang looked at the menacing group and said, "What, is my royal brother trying to establish my authority? Leading troops to surround the Prince's mansion without authorization, my royal brother is truly foolish."

"I'm confused? An Zhouyang, you have a brilliant plan. Hand over He Panyang, or don't blame me for disregarding our brotherhood."

An Zhouyan looked at him coldly. He couldn't really make a move against An Zhouyang at this moment. Right now, he just wanted to lock He Panyang up. He wanted to tear this traitor to pieces.

"He Panyang?" An Zhouyang looked at An Zhouyan with some doubt: "That guard, unfortunately, I don't know him either."

"Your Majesty is joking. You don't even know where your man has gone."

"Hey, what a lively scene today!" General Li strode over, then looked closely and exclaimed, "Oh, it's the Second Prince! What brings you here, Second Prince?"

An Zhouyan was already getting impatient. Ignoring General Li, he drew his sword and pointed it at An Zhouyang: "Is Your Majesty protecting an assassin?"

“Your Highness always speaks with evidence.” An Zhouyang remained calm, his eyes fixed on An Zhouyan, as if An Zhouyan’s threat had no effect whatsoever.

"What?" General Li was a little confused. He took two steps to stand in front of An Zhouyang and said, "Your Highness, do you know where that young brother He Panyang is? I would like to have another spar with him."

He couldn't believe he couldn't beat that young upstart, and after thinking it over, he concluded it must be the white sword that was the problem.

I'm sure I could beat He Panyang if I were unarmed.

An Zhouyang shook his head: "I don't know where he is."

“An Zhouyang.” An Zhouyan’s eyes were filled with anger: “I’ll give you one last chance. Where is He Panyang?”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a guard came stumbling over, panting and nearly losing his footing: "Second Prince, something terrible has happened! The Prince's residence is on fire!"

"What!" An Zhouyan was puzzled. After glancing at An Zhouyang, she sensed something was wrong and quickly went back.

The fire had already spread, and the smoke could be seen from a great distance.

An Zhouyan panicked completely: "What are you all standing there for! Put out the fire!"

A soldier carrying a bucket of water, looking somewhat disheveled, reported: "Your Highness, the fire cannot be extinguished."

"A bunch of useless trash! They're utterly useless!" An Zhouyan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but then he caught sight of He Panyang standing not far away.

He Panyang stood there with his arms crossed, completely calm and fearless, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

An Zhouyan could no longer contain his anger; the events of the past few days had nearly driven him mad.

"He Pan Yang!" An Zhouyan glared fiercely at Pan Yang, his anger finally reaching its peak: "Guards! Kill him! Kill him immediately!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding soldiers quickly surrounded Fan Yang, but within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, all the soldiers were knocked to the ground by Fan Yang.

An Zhouyan felt a surge of anger rising in his chest, and he coughed up blood and fainted.

Soon after, An Zhouyan became the laughing stock of the entire capital. He led his soldiers to rashly surround the Prince's mansion and even tried to arrest people in the street, but failed and became enraged.

Once the incident escalated, he completely lost the support of the people, and unsurprisingly, the emperor was also very disappointed in him, and ultimately appointed An Zhouyang as the crown prince.

Surprisingly, An Zhouyan didn't make any big moves after learning the news, and seemed to have become a much more restrained person.

Not long after, on the Lantern Festival, the imperial palace held a banquet and invited many folk opera troupes to perform.

An Zhouyan picked up his wine cup and walked up to An Zhouyang, saying, "I apologize for my offenses the other day. Today, I'd like to offer you a toast." With that, he drank it down in one gulp.

An Zhouyang looked at him for a long time, then raised his glass and drank.

"In that case, Your Highness, please return to your seat. I have also invited a troupe to perform today. I have heard that they are all talented and extraordinary people. Your Highness, please do me the honor of watching for a while."

After speaking, he returned to his seat without waiting for An Zhouyang's reply.

Pan Yang blinked, wondering what to do. Looking at An Zhouyan like that, he kept wanting to go up and punch him.

An Zhouyang patted Pan Yang's hand: "Be careful inside the palace. If you want to beat him up, you can do it outside the palace. There's no rush."

"Who said I was going to beat someone up?" Pan Yang said with a straight face, not admitting his true thoughts at all.

Wow, the hidden characters are really too violent.

001: "..." Violence my foot!

The two men did not deliberately lower their voices, and the Prime Minister and General Li standing beside them were ashamed, realizing that they had not heard anything at all.

After the performance on stage ended, another group of people came up.

The group of women all wore masks and silver-white clothes, which looked rather exaggerated and gorgeous because they were theatrical costumes. They held swords in their hands.

The next second, the group of people waved their swords on the stage, and their swordplay drew applause and cheers from the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, a cloud of smoke inexplicably rose on the stage, leaving everyone puzzled.

A sword blade cleaved through the smoke, revealing the graceful figure of a woman.

Suddenly, the woman's sword energy became sharper, and it actually stabbed straight at An Zhouyang.