Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

In the following days, Yang Zhouyang saw Fan Yang less often, and he didn't ask too many questions. However, one day when he went to the morning court, he found that many people were starting to side with him, clearly preparing to abandon the crown prince and follow him.

Yang Zhouyang felt something was strange, but his intuition told him that it was Pan Yang who did it. Although he really wanted to become emperor, he should at least do it after he recovered from his illness, so that he could be more secure.

He just didn't expect things to develop this way, and this trend is temporarily advantageous to him.

Ambitions are inevitable, and Yang Zhouyang began to use his abilities to restrain the ministers who followed him. He had to ensure that if it really was Huan Yang who did it, these people would not betray their master after Huan Yang's death.

What he didn't expect was that Huan Yang suddenly disappeared. He asked Mo Zhu to look for him several times, but they couldn't find him. He also began to panic.

Yang Zhouyang sat in the pavilion, looking at the lotus flowers filling the pond, feeling increasingly annoyed: "Pulling these lotus flowers out, cough cough." Suddenly, he coughed violently, coughing up another mouthful of blood.

"Master." Mo Zhu looked at Yang Zhouyang with some concern.

Yang Zhouyang took a deep breath to calm himself. Why did Pan Yang suddenly leave? Did he discover his purpose? Impossible. The more he thought about it, the more panicked he felt.

It wasn't because of the fear of death; his condition seemed to have worsened. Otherwise, why would he start to worry about not being able to see that person again?

"Zhou Yang?" Pan Yang's voice suddenly appeared behind him.

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhu immediately looked at him warily, his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to capture Fan Yang at Yang Zhouyang's command.

As if he hadn't sensed the murderous aura emanating from Mo Zhu, Pan Yang quickly walked up to Yang Zhouyang, squatted down, and frowned as he looked at Yang Zhouyang, whose hair had turned even whiter.

Then he took out a medicine bottle from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand: "This medicine can temporarily slow down your condition." Dog001 refused to tell him how to save Zhou Yang, and it took him a long time to get a way to alleviate the symptoms. Finding and preparing the medicine also took some time.

Yang Zhouyang held the medicine bottle and looked at Pan Yang: "Have you been helping me find medicine these past few days?"

"Of course." Pan Yang didn't understand Yang Zhouyang's words. What was this guy thinking? Did he think she was out doing something? He didn't expect her to be such a hidden figure!

001: "..." Who knows what strange things the host has imagined this time.

"You..." Yang Zhouyang didn't know what to say at this moment. This person seemed to have really fallen for him: "Those officials in the court?"

"They're not listening?" Pan Yang asked, muttering to himself, "Looks like I didn't beat them enough."

Although the sound was very soft, Yang Zhouyang still heard it, and sure enough, it was this person who did it.

It seems that Huan Yang has really fallen in love with him. He helped him fight for the throne and even went out for several days to find a cure for his illness. He knew that the time was right. As long as he told Huan Yang how to cure his illness, Huan Yang might actually do it.

By then, his illness would be completely cured, and he would have power. This would undoubtedly be like the rising sun, and becoming the new emperor would be only a matter of time. However... looking at Huan Yang's face, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"You've worked hard." Yang Zhouyang's voice was very soft and gentle: "Pan Yang, do you like me?"

"Otherwise what?" Pan Yang couldn't help but roll his eyes. How could a hidden person not see something so obvious? Could it be that the illness has damaged his brain?

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhouyang lowered his eyes and tightened his grip on the medicine bottle: "I like you too."

"Mmm." Pan Yang nodded as if it were a matter of course, as if Yang Zhouyang was supposed to like him. Then Pan Yang simply kissed him: "Be good, I'm going back to sleep now." He was exhausted after walking for several days.

"Okay." Yang Zhouyang didn't expect him to kiss him suddenly. He was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted. After Huan Yang left, he looked at the medicine bottle in his hand, poured out a few pills, and swallowed them under Mo Zhu's horrified gaze.

"Master, how could you eat like that?" Mo Zhu exclaimed in surprise, "I'll go and call the imperial physician."

"Wait a minute." Yang Zhouyang called out to him. He could feel that his breathing seemed to be smoother and he felt much better than before. This medicine really could delay his condition.

Mo Zhu was delighted to see Yang Zhouyang's complexion had improved somewhat, but then she thought of something: "Master, what about Pan Yang?"

"Not urgent."

"Yes." Mo Zhu wanted to say something more, but after seeing Yang Zhouyang's eyes, she ultimately didn't say anything.

In the days that followed, Pan Yang started following Zhou Yang again, and every time he met Yang Wenbo, Yang Wenbo would look like he was gritting his teeth.

Then every night, the Crown Prince's residence would catch fire. Several such incidents drove Yang Wenbo to the brink of a mental breakdown, and he nearly charged at Yang Zhouyang and Pan Yang in front of everyone.

One day, after court, as he stepped out of the palace, Yang Wenbo caught up with him.

"Yang Zhouyang, you don't actually think you'll have the last laugh, do you?"

"Is Your Majesty ill? Should we have the imperial physician examine you?"

"Heh." Yang Wenbo walked up to him, his eyes full of disdain: "I admit that your methods have been quite impressive these days, but doesn't the Imperial Brother's birthday seem to be in three months?"

"If I remember correctly, my younger brother should be twenty years old by then." He said with a smile.

Everyone in the capital knows that the Seventh Prince, Yang Zhouyang, won't live past his twentieth birthday.

"At that time, I, the Crown Prince, will not fight you for it, but will you live to see the end?"

Mo Zhu noticed a murderous aura emanating from Yang Wenbo.

“He will naturally outlive you.” Pan Yang’s figure appeared before the three of them. Pan Yang slowly walked up to Yang Zhouyang and looked at Yang Wenbo: “As for you, eat more good food.”

"Heh, you're all just being stubborn. I'd like to see how long he can live." Yang Wenbo sneered and turned away.

Back at the manor, Pan Yang didn't seem to care about the incident. He looked at Yang Zhouyang and said, "I'll go out later to find other medicine for you. Don't overthink it." Last time he left, this guy must have been thinking about something else, and he made himself look even more haggard.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Yang Zhouyang nodded gently.

Pan Yang couldn't help but rub his head. It was annoying that such a hidden character was inexplicably attractive to him. After rubbing his head, he turned around and left: "Um, I'm leaving now."

After Fan Yang walked away, Mo Zhu finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Master, when exactly are you going to make your move?" He didn't continue speaking. In recent days, he had asked Zhou Yang many times when he would take action.

However, Yang Zhouyang kept saying there was no rush, and this has dragged on until now.

"There's still time, no rush."

Sure enough, it was this sentence again.