Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Pan Yang shrugged and sat back down: "Then drag him down to hell."

The assassin was clearly surprised that Shen Panyang made such a decision so easily, and asked incredulously, "Shen Panyang, you don't care about him at all?"

“I’ve only known him for a month, why should I care?” Pan Yang asked the assassin.

"Tsk." The assassin glanced at Zhou Yang: "You really don't hold a high place in his heart."

Zhou Yang kept his eyes down and didn't speak.

Pan Yang waved his hand: "Please go ahead."

The assassin looked at the soldiers blocking the doorway, then at Fan Yang. He had thought he could use Zhou Yang to blackmail him, but it seemed there was no way to do so now.

However, on the road to the underworld, one person can be saved at a time; Zhou Yang isn't in a hurry. As for Pan Yang…

The assassin removed the knife from Zhou Yang's neck and stabbed at Fan Yang without hesitation.

Pan Yang dodged to the side, summoned Xiaoyao, and directly cut the assassin in half at the waist. The assassin's eyes were filled with shock before he fell.

Upon seeing this, the soldiers rushed in to deal with the body. Liu Yi knelt before Pan Yang and said, "It was my dereliction of duty! I beg Your Majesty to punish me!"

Pan Yang tossed Xiao Yao back into his spatial dimension, then quickly walked up to Zhou Yang without looking at Liu Yi. Zhou Yang had a bloody mark on his neck.

“He certainly deserves to be punished.” Pan Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at Liu Yi: “Chop this assassin up and feed him to the dogs. Summon the imperial physician.”

"Understood!" Liu Yi immediately agreed and went out.

Zhou Yang's neck was bandaged by the imperial physician. The injury wasn't serious, but it looked a bit scary. However, we still need to be careful with the neck.

Pan Yang frowned as he looked at Zhou Yang's neck, thinking that the assassin had gotten away with it.

“Your Majesty need not worry,” Zhou Yang said, but speaking aloud aggravated his wound. “The imperial physician just said there is nothing to worry about, and besides, it wouldn’t matter if I really died.”

"You think it doesn't matter?" Pan Yang asked, staring into his eyes, his voice completely flat.

Zhou Yang smiled, lowering his eyes to conceal his emotions: "My life is naturally inferior to Your Majesty's."

"..." Pan Yang looked at him without speaking, and an eerie atmosphere filled the air.

In fact, he understood when the assassin appeared that the assassin was not after Zhou Yang but wanted to get rid of him. No one in the entire court, except for Sun Xu's men, would want to assassinate him.

Killing Zhou Yang would not benefit Sun Xu. If he really showed that he cared, Zhou Yang would probably be in real danger. However, Pan Yang did not want to explain anything.

"Then you can rest now." Pan Yang stood up decisively. "If there's anything you need, just have the servants do it." With that, he left without a second thought.

Only after Pan Yang left the room did Zhou Yang raise his eyes to look at him, and he didn't look away until the man's figure had completely disappeared.

A few days later, Zhou Yang's injury was not very deep and healed. However, apart from seeing Pan Yang at the morning court, the two of them hardly looked for each other during those few days.

Inside the Imperial Study, only Pan Yang was there, holding a writing brush and looking at the memorial sent by the southern ministers. He was truly exasperated. He had already said he wouldn't eat mangoes anymore, so why was he still asking about mangoes!

With a flourish of his pen, Emperor Fan Yang declared, "I won't eat it! Keep nagging and I'll cut down your mango tree!"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." The door was pushed open, and Zhou Yang walked in carrying a pot of tea, which he gently placed on the table. "I have noticed that Your Majesty has been troubled by matters of state for the past few days, so I have brewed some calming and soothing tea for you."

As he spoke, he picked up a teacup and poured tea into it.

Pan Yang couldn't bear to look at these memorials anymore, so he simply threw them on the table.

Zhou Yang picked up a teacup and handed it to Fan Yang: "Your Majesty, please calm down and have some tea."

Pan Yang took the tea, took a deep breath, and realized he really didn't want to be emperor for even a minute longer.

Just as Zhou Yang was about to bring the teacup to his lips, he suddenly spoke.

"Your Majesty." Zhou Yang looked into Pan Yang's eyes, and a hint of doubt flashed in Pan Yang's eyes.

"Your Majesty, I would like to ask you a question..."

Zhou Yang opened his mouth, but finally sighed, "It was I who overstepped my bounds, Your Majesty. Please have some tea."

Pan Yang was somewhat confused about what he was trying to do. He drank the tea in one gulp, put down the teacup, and then picked up the memorial he had just thrown away, feeling utterly hopeless.

I'm a fucking good emperor.

The next second, he felt a tightness in his chest, and he could barely hold the memorial in his hand.

"Cough." Pan Yang clutched his chest, coughing up blood. His dark eyes were fixed on Zhou Yang: "You poisoned me..."

A flicker of panic crossed Zhou Yang's eyes. Didn't Sun Xu say it was a slow-acting poison? But he had never drugged Huan Yang before, so why...?

"Your Majesty..." Zhou Yang was unable to defend himself. Could he deny that he hadn't poisoned her? But the facts proved that Pan Yang was now severely poisoned.

Pan Yang stood up, supporting himself on the table with one hand. With a flick of his right hand, a white sword appeared in his hand. Unfortunately, just as he was about to raise the sword to point at the person, he felt another sharp pain in his chest.

This caused him to have trouble even holding the sword steadily.

The door suddenly opened.

Sun Xu was not surprised to see this scene, and walked in clapping his hands.

Zhou Yang looked at Sun Xu: "Didn't you say this medicine..."

“Yes, that’s what I said.” Sun Xu nodded. “But it is indeed poison, just not a slow-acting one. Zhou Yang, I knew you couldn’t bear to do it. If you had really been ruthless, Shen Pan Yang wouldn’t be alive today.”

“I…” Zhou Yang was speechless. He turned to look at Fan Yang, whose eyes were devoid of any emotion, like a stagnant pool that pulled him into an abyss: “Your Majesty.” But he couldn’t explain.

He admitted he regretted it.

Pan Yang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and used Xiaoyao to support himself on the ground: "A good plan."

"Your Majesty flatters me." Sun Xu's smile was undisguised as he clapped his hands cheerfully. "In that case, Zhou Yang, you probably don't need to live anymore." As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled out a dagger hidden in his sleeve and stabbed at Zhou Yang.

A flash of white light appeared, the dagger was knocked to the ground, and Xiaoyao pierced through his abdomen.

Sun Xu suddenly stepped back, blood still flowing from the hole in his abdomen, but he seemed completely unconcerned. He looked at Pan Yang, who was standing in front of Zhou Yang, with some confusion: "Weren't you poisoned?"

Pan Yang looked at him with the same look he'd given an idiot: "You think you can deal with me with this little bit of trickery?" As he spoke, he flicked Xiaoyao away.

“Pan Yang, I’m trying to help you.” Sun Xu changed the subject, looking at him with a pained expression: “You probably don’t remember anything, right? The system’s purpose was to immerse you in the small world.”

“Jiang Shunan,” Pan Yang said slowly.

Sun Xu—no, I should say Jiang Sunan—froze instantly. This couldn't be! Had Fan Yang not lost his memory? Impossible, absolutely impossible.

"Jiang Qingyan doesn't even know how to find someone with a high IQ to deal with me." Pan Yang rolled his eyes.

Jiang Sunan looked at Pan Yang, chuckled, put a pill in his mouth and swallowed it: "Pan Yang, let's continue playing in the next world." After saying that, he collapsed to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, and died.