Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Upon returning to the original owner's kingdom, as soon as he stepped into the castle, his older brother, Xiao Yi, immediately came out to greet him.

"Thank goodness you're alright, little brother. You really scared me to death," Xiao Yi said, holding Pan Yang's hand, as if he was genuinely worried about Pan Yang's safety.

"Then how come you're still alive?" Pan Yang blurted out without thinking, pulling his hand away.

This question completely stumped Xiao Yi. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Wasn't that a bit of an exaggeration? I'm glad you're alright. Father has been worried about you these past few days."

Pan Yang glanced at him and immediately walked around him, using the original owner's memories to find the king's study.

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes as he watched Pan Yang's retreating figure, then gave the knight a cold look: "You're quite something, actually managing to rescue him."

Upon hearing this, the knight immediately knelt on one knee: "Your Highness, the young prince is far more powerful than you imagine, and that dragon seems to have a very good relationship with him. I can only act according to the rules."

"Tsk, forget it. Even if he comes back, he won't get the throne. You may leave."

The knight breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, Your Highness." He then got up and left.

When Xiao Yi arrived at the king's study, he indeed saw the king looking at Huan Yang with a face full of doting affection: "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back. Now that you're back, let's hold a banquet tonight, and then announce the succession to the throne tomorrow, how about that?"

Pan Yang nodded indifferently. The king wasn't angry, but shook his head helplessly: "You're still a bit childish. How could your father entrust the country to you?"

"..." Xiao Yizhan's eyes darkened at the door. So no matter how I behave, you only have eyes for Huan Yang, right? I am clearly the eldest prince, and I am much smarter than Huan Yang.

Despite his own hard work, his father still wants to pass the throne to Fan Yang. Why? This is simply unfair.

"Father," Xiao Yi said, taking a deep breath and suppressing his emotions.

"Ah, Xiao Yi, let's hold a banquet tonight to celebrate your brother's return. I'll leave the banquet to you; I have complete confidence in your ability to handle things."

"Okay, leave it to me." Xiao Yi nodded.

The king was very satisfied and looked at Xiao Yi with a gratified expression: "You are more composed. If there's nothing else, you may leave. I still have official business to attend to."

Xiao Yi maintained her smile and walked out with Pan Yang. Pan Yang stretched and headed towards her room.

As Xiao Yi walked away, his smile gradually disappeared, his eyes filled with hatred. He had to get rid of Huan Yang. He had to deal with Huan Yang before the announcement of the throne tomorrow, and the banquet was a good place to do so.

When Fan Yang returned to his room, he had to admit that the king truly cared for him; even his room was larger and more luxurious.

As expected of a fairy tale, everything is so simple and unadorned. Even Xiao Yi practically has "I'm the villain" written all over his face.

In the evening, nobles and commoners alike attended the banquet, and there were even several winged fairies holding magic wands and radiating a faint glow.

Everything looked harmonious, just like the beginning of every fairy tale.

The king clapped his hands, and everything fell silent.

He cleared his throat and said, "This banquet is to celebrate the safe return of my youngest son, Pan Yang, and of course, there is another matter to announce."

"Tomorrow at noon, I will announce who will inherit the throne. Now the banquet will officially begin. Everyone, please continue singing and dancing."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a gust of wind suddenly blew in, and a dark figure appeared abruptly in the middle of the banquet.

The man was wearing a black cloak and holding a black scepter with a snake's head at the top. He chuckled softly.

The king, somewhat flustered, asked, "Who are you!"

Faced with this scene, Pan Yang felt only boredom. Why are the villains in every fairy tale so simple and straightforward?

"Who I am is unimportant." The man looked at Fan Yang and extended his wand: "You must be Prince Fan Yang, the protagonist of this banquet. Today, I make a pact with the devil using my soul to curse you..."

Before the man could finish speaking, Pan Yang drew the sword of a nearby soldier and slashed at him. He had no time to wait for the man to finish uttering the curse.

The man was clearly aware of Pan Yang's actions. He used his magic wand to block Pan Yang's attack and staggered back several steps before regaining his balance.

The stunned fairies then realized what was happening and waved their magic wands to drive the man away.

The man was clearly agile, managing to dodge the fairy's attacks while simultaneously facing off against Pan Yang.

Pan Yang took a deep breath, he refused to believe it, but just as the sword was about to strike the man, it stopped.

He saw a necklace that looked incredibly familiar to him.

The man held the necklace in his hand and waved it in front of Pan Yang: "You should still remember, right? The owner of this necklace."

"She's dead." Pan Yang narrowed his eyes and spoke coldly, a faint killing intent emanating from him.

001 was startled. The host had actually harbored murderous intent. So whose necklace was it? The only woman who could capture the host's attention later was...

"What if I said she wasn't dead?" the man's voice came slowly.

Why should I believe you?

"Have you seen her body or her tombstone?"

"..." Pan Yang fell silent. He had never seen her, but back then his mother betrayed the Shi family and made him run away. The Shi family would never be kind enough to give her a tombstone, let alone keep her body.

"You should know that your father still loves her."

001 understood. Yes, the only woman the host could care about was the host's mother.

"Heh." Pan Yang chuckled softly, a smile appearing on his face but not reaching his eyes. He said, "Jiang Suonan, your acting is quite good."

Jiang Suonan stopped pretending and shrugged: "You've been found out after all. But do you really think your mother died back then? Just like I said, you didn't even find her body or her tombstone."

"You underestimate human nature." Pan Yang flicked his sword and slashed down again.

Jiang Sunan nearly missed his chance to dodge, shouting as he dodged Fan Yang's attacks, "What about this necklace? Don't you want to take it back?"

"That's not true."

"How did you know?" Jiang Sunan blurted out.

"Why should I tell you?" Pan Yang rolled his eyes. Why did this villain talk so much? He attacked again without hesitation.

However, the sword was not a free spirit. When it encountered Jiang Sunan's staff again, the sword shattered suddenly, and a crack appeared on the staff as well.

Jiang Suonan found it unbelievable that Fan Yang could almost destroy the staff with an ordinary sword.