Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

In the following days, Pan Yang was carefully taken care of. He could clearly sense Mo Zhu's dissatisfaction with him, but it was none of his business.

Yang Zhouyang would come to see him from time to time, and even find some interesting things on the street to show him.

Soon, Ban Yang was able to get out of bed and walk again. Although it would still aggravate his wounds, he was fearless.

He came out of the room and went to the backyard, where he soon saw Yang Zhouyang feeding the fish in the pavilion.

He walked over in a few steps, grabbed Yang Zhouyang's hand, and put the bracelet on.

Mo Zhu witnessed this scene and couldn't understand why the prince was so lenient with people, seeing how rude they were.

“This is for you, you can’t take it off.” Pan Yang sat down in the chair without any hesitation and said.

"This?" Yang Zhouyang didn't seem to mind Huan Yang's rudeness. "Did you make this yourself?"

After thinking for a moment, Pan Yang realized that in a sense it should be considered something he had done, and nodded.

Yang Zhouyang chuckled softly: "Then it seems I'll have to treasure this. Can you tell me about your past?"

"Me?" Pan Yang thought for a moment. There didn't seem to be much to say about the original owner's affairs, but since the hidden character wanted to hear it, he would tell him anyway.

"Shortly after I was born, the Changsheng clan was wiped out by the emperor. I grew up in prison and rarely came out. Then my father and mother died, and I was the only one left in the entire clan. I was then given to the crown prince as a reward."

Pan Yang didn't care at all, summarizing the original owner's life in just a few words.

"You're a pitiful person too," Yang Zhouyang sighed. "Would you like to go outside for a walk?"

"Anything is fine." Pan Yang shrugged, then continued, "Are you coming too?"

"of course."

Then the two of them, oh, plus Mo Zhu, should be three. The three of them came to the street. When the people around saw Yang Zhouyang, although they didn't say anything openly, their eyes were full of pity. Some people even quickened their pace when they passed by Yang Zhouyang.

However, he didn't care at all. Instead, he smiled and looked at Huan Yang: "Take a look and see if there's anything you like. If you like it, I'll buy it for you."

"Wow, the Imperial Brother is really good to a servant!" Yang Wenbo suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Yang Zhouyang frowned upon hearing this: "He is not a servant."

"Pfft." Yang Wenbo looked at the group and found it rather amusing: "Yang Zhouyang, are you perhaps delirious from illness? Tsk, I, the Crown Prince, am too lazy to say anything to you. In a few days, during the Lantern Festival, Father Emperor sent me to tell you that if you don't want to go to the palace banquet, then you don't have to go."

"I understand. Is there anything else, Your Majesty?"

"It's alright, then I, the Crown Prince, wish you all a good time." Yang Wenbo's sarcastic smile was undisguised as he strode away.

Pan Yang rubbed his hands together in secret, suddenly feeling how perfect the mission was: "I'll wander around by myself. If you're tired, you can go back to the manor first and don't wait for me."

Yang Zhouyang looked at Pan Yang, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes, and finally nodded: "Okay, be careful. Or should I have Mo Zhu go with you?"

“No need,” Pan Yang refused immediately. “I’m fine, I’ll be back soon.”

"it is good."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pan Yang slipped into the crowd.

Yang Wenbo didn't go far before Pan Yang caught up with him. Upon seeing Pan Yang, he sneered, "What do you want?"

"Of course we should have a good talk."

"Let's chat?" Yang Wenbo looked Pan Yang up and down. The man was indeed very handsome, and the fine clothes he was wearing made him even more pleasing to the eye. "Then let's talk here."

"There are too many people, let's go somewhere else."

Upon hearing this, Yang Wenbo raised an eyebrow and looked at Pan Yang with interest: "Okay."

Then the two arrived at a secluded place, and unsurprisingly, Yang Wenbo was beaten up. No one would believe that the dignified crown prince would be beaten up in broad daylight. If this got out, he would probably be ridiculed for life.

After beating up Yang Wenbo, Pan Yang felt refreshed and invigorated.

In the pavilion in the backyard of the Seventh Prince's mansion, Mo Zhu watched Yang Zhouyang fiddling with the bracelet given to him by Pan Yang in one hand and scattering fish food into the pond with the other. Finally, she asked, "Your Highness, why are you so kind to this person? He doesn't know any manners at all, and he's just an abandoned person."

"He belongs to the immortal race."

Mo Zhu didn't understand. So what if they were immortal? Hadn't the emperor already proven that it was impossible to use their immortality?

"Father's method is wrong." Yang Zhouyang chuckled as he looked at the fish scrambling for food in the pond. "Father is truly utterly foolish."

"Your Highness, could it be that...?" Mo Zhu's eyes lit up. "But I still don't understand why you would be so lenient with that person."

The Longevity Clan possesses a secret technique. My father didn't notice it back then, but I saw it. He had selfish motives and wouldn't live past 20, so how could he possibly hand it over?

"Everything in the world has its own laws. To live a long life, one must exchange one life for another, and both parties must be willing to do so for it to succeed."

"I see."

Yang Zhouyang scattered the last of the fish feed into the water and coughed a few times: "The fish in this pond are really boring. I heard the lotus flowers are blooming quite well this year?"

"Understood, I will arrange it immediately." Mo Zhu bowed and turned to instruct the servants to scoop up the fish and purchase lotus flowers.

Yang Zhouyang sat quietly in the pavilion, watching the servants scoop fish out of the water one by one. These fish were fed every day and naturally did not hide from people, so they were easily scooped up.

When Pan Yang returned to the mansion, this was the scene he saw. He walked a few steps to Yang Zhouyang's side and asked, "What are you doing fishing?"

"There are too many fish in the pond, let's scoop some out and move them to another place," Yang Zhouyang replied softly, then looked at Pan Yang with a smile: "Have you had enough fun? Have you seen anything you like?"

"It's alright, I don't feel like there's anything I like." Pan Yang twisted his wrist. The original owner's body was still not good. His wrist was sore after beating up Yang Wenbo.

"What's wrong? Did you hurt your wrist?" Yang Zhouyang asked immediately when he saw his movements.

"It's nothing, I just ran into a dog on the road and taught it a lesson." Pan Yang waved his hand dismissively: "You, do you want to be the emperor?"

Yang Zhouyang was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, and lowered his eyes to hide the surging emotions in them: "Don't say such rebellious words again, or others might make things difficult for you if they hear them."

"If you want to be one, I can help you."

"..." Yang Zhouyang remained silent for a long time before sighing: "I can't be emperor in this state. You should have heard that I won't live past my 20th birthday."

"What if you live past twenty?" Pan Yang asked seriously.

Yang Zhouyang forced a smile, somewhat helplessly saying, "Don't talk nonsense." He turned to look at the servants who were still catching fish, his eyes darkening.

Pan Yang shrugged, pondering how to put Yang Zhouyang on the throne. He thought it would be easier to just rebel, but then 001 would have to make a scene again.