Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Pan Yang realized that Yang Zhouyang spent most of his time in the pavilion, and now that person was below the pavilion, but there wasn't a single fish to be seen in the pond, only lotus flowers.

Could it be that the hidden character likes these flowers or something?

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Yang Zhouyang was fiddling with a block of wood and a small razor.

"What's going on?" Pan Yang asked curiously.

Yang Zhouyang smiled when he saw that it was Pan Yang: "I had nothing to do, so I thought I'd carve a puppet, but it seems quite difficult." He pointed to some half-finished products on the table, which could only be vaguely seen as human figures.

Pan Yang casually picked up a half-finished product and took the razor from Yang Zhouyang's hand: "This is indeed not easy to learn." Although his movements were a bit clumsy, he could quickly make the half-finished puppet look like the real thing.

After shaving a few more times, Pan Yang put down the small razor and casually tossed the shaved puppet to Yang Zhouyang: "If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Yang Zhouyang looked at the little figure in his hand. Although it was a bit rough, he could vaguely tell from the accessories and clothes that the doll was himself.

"I'm not learning anymore. The puppet you gave me is enough." Yang Zhouyang chuckled as he carefully examined the puppet. "I didn't expect you could do this."

Pan Yang shrugged. To be honest, he wasn't very good at it, but he had been practicing swordsmanship since he was ten years old, so he had a good grasp of the strength and control of these techniques. Naturally, this puppet looked to him with ease.

"Do you know how to play chess?" Yang Zhouyang asked.

"Does Gomoku count?"

"Huh?" Yang Zhouyang looked at Pan Yang and shook his head helplessly: "I'll teach you how to play chess, so you can pass the time in the future."

"Tsk, either way is fine."

The two then began playing chess, still in the pavilion. Mo Zhu stood behind Yang Zhouyang, watching them play without saying a word.

After one game, Yang Zhouyang couldn't help but find it a bit funny: "This isn't Gomoku. You've made a mistake here, and another mistake here. You've blocked your own escape route."

Pan Yang didn't seem to care at all, and gently tapped the table with the chess piece in his hand: "I only know how to play Gomoku."

"Let's play one more round, and be serious this time."

"I'm very serious."

The two played another game. This time, Pan Yang didn't deliberately practice Gomoku, but he seemed to be improving rapidly.

"You are very clever, but it's a pity you still lost." Yang Zhouyang looked at the chessboard and pointed to a few points: "When I placed my piece here, there were also pieces that shouldn't have been placed here. Just like in the last game, you blocked your own escape route."

"Oh." Pan Yang shrugged. "Anyway, I don't need any backup plan."

Yang Zhouyang said helplessly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Pan Yang was too lazy to explain anything, so he threw the chess piece back and stretched.

Yang Zhouyang: "Want to go out and watch the lantern festival tonight?"

"I'll go if you go."

"Grumpy."

Pan Yang stood up: "I'm telling the truth. I'm going out for a bit, but I'll be back with you before tonight."

"Okay." Yang Zhouyang's eyes darkened, but he ultimately said nothing as he watched Pan Yang leave.

After a long while, he glanced at the puppets placed on the other side of the table: "Throw them all away, they're boring to look at."

"Yes," Mo Zhu replied, and soon the puppets were out of Yang Zhouyang's sight.

As it grew darker, Mo Zhu said, "Master, why don't we just let him go? It's just an act."

"If you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way." Yang Zhouyang stared at the doorway, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest of his wheelchair.

The next second, the figure appeared at the door. There weren't many lights on inside the palace, but it was naturally bright outside because of the Lantern Festival. As Pan Yang entered from outside, the streetlights were behind him. He was already handsome, and with the light behind him, his appearance was half-lit and half-shadowed, which almost made people mesmerized.

Then, Pan Yang took out a lotus flower from behind his back: "This is for you."

Yang Zhouyang reached out and took it. The lotus flower was actually carved from wood, and it must have taken a lot of effort to make it so lifelike.

"You went out just for this?"

"No, it was just something I happened to be doing," Pan Yang said expressionlessly.

"Thank you. Shall we go for a lantern parade?"

"Okay."

The Lantern Festival is simply about releasing lanterns. There is no curfew on this day, and young women can go out at night to release sky lanterns and river lanterns and make wishes, hoping that they will come true in the coming year.

Standing on the bridge, watching the river lanterns glow below is truly a beautiful sight.

Yang Zhouyang asked Mozhu to buy two river lanterns: "Let's try releasing them. You can write any wishes on them."

Pan Yang held the river lantern in her hand, looked at it, and then looked at him: "What is your wish?"

"Me? Just a dying man." Yang Zhouyang stood up from his wheelchair, and Mo Zhu quickly helped him. He walked with difficulty to the riverbank, bent down, and released the river lantern. "If I have any wish, I hope you can be safe after I'm gone, cough."

He coughed suddenly, and blood appeared on his hand as he covered his mouth.

Pan Yang's eyes darkened, and he casually tossed the river lantern into the river: "I will help you find a way, and the throne will be yours too."

"Don't talk nonsense." Yang Zhouyang sat back in his wheelchair: "Don't say these things anymore, it's outrageous."

Pan Yang didn't argue, but walked over to Yang Zhouyang and said, "Where do you want to go? I'll push you."

"Just wander around, don't worry about me."

Mo Zhu watched the two's movements, then saw Yang Zhouyang's gesture, and followed them from the shadows.

As time went by, fewer and fewer people were on the street. Seeing that it was almost time, the two prepared to leave, but when they turned around, they ran into Yang Wenbo, who was returning from the palace banquet.

Yang Wenbo drank some wine at the palace banquet. When he saw Pan Yang, he remembered what had happened a few days ago and became furious. He pointed at Pan Yang and said, "Stop right there, Your Highness! You've really been raising a good dog all day, my brother."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhouyang's face showed displeasure: "I do not know what Your Majesty is referring to."

"Ha, what a show. You taught this kid martial arts in just a few days and even made him block my way. Yang Zhouyang, you short-lived devil, you're really something."

"I don't know what Your Majesty means." Yang Zhouyang stared at him, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes, his hand on the wheelchair clenching into a fist.

“It has nothing to do with him.” Then, Pan Yang turned his wheelchair around and cracked his wrist: “It’s just that I don’t like you.”

It's almost over now, and there are hardly any people on the streets, so Pan Yang doesn't need to hide anymore.

"Pan Yang, believe it or not, I'll kill you right now!" Yang Wenbo shouted at him as he watched his actions.

"I believe you." Pan Yang said as he rushed forward and beat Yang Wenbo up again.

Only his men were beaten along with him, and they looked as miserable as could be.

After beating him up, he casually took Yang Zhouyang and left.

"You know martial arts?" Yang Zhouyang asked, looking at the road ahead.

"That's right, and no one can beat me, so I really can get you the throne."

"The struggle for the throne is not that simple."

"I know this well. Just ask and I can get it for you." Pan Yang said casually, not realizing how arrogant his words were.

001 fell silent. Was the host plotting another rebellion?

Yang Zhouyang remained silent for a long time until they arrived at the gate of the Prince's mansion before finally speaking: "Can you give me anything I want?"

"nature."

"..." Yang Zhouyang felt a pang in his heart: "What if my illness could be cured, but at a price?"

"If it can be cured, then it's simple."

Yang Zhouyang ultimately didn't continue the conversation: "It's getting late, let's go to sleep."