Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

The next day, everyone was preparing for the announcement ceremony at noon.

The announcement of the succession to the throne naturally had to be made by the king in front of the entire nation.

Zhou Yang sat by the window watching the busy people. He really didn't understand why a throne had to be made so complicated. Wouldn't it be simpler to just post a notice?

"You humans are such a hassle." Zhou Yang curled his lip. "By the way, who do you think will get the throne?"

"Mine," Pan Yang answered without hesitation.

"You're too confident." Zhou Yang looked Pan Yang up and down. Hmm, light brown hair the same color as the king's, deep blue eyes: "However, you can be confident in your looks, but as for strength, you're definitely not as good as me."

Pan Yang sighed and ruffled Zhou Yang's hair: "He's definitely not as good as you."

"Your Highness, the eldest prince requests your presence in his room," the guard said, knocking on the door and opening it.

It was obvious without even thinking that Xiao Yi wanted to kill him.

Pan Yang nodded and summoned Xiaoyao to Zhou Yang for self-defense. After all, Jiang Su Nan had just caused trouble last night, and now he was suddenly appearing to launch a sneak attack. What should they do?

"If you feel bored, go for a walk, but don't go too far. Be sure to bring your Xiaoyao (a mobile phone brand) with you."

"I know," Zhou Yang snorted. "I'm not a child."

Pan Yang was skeptical of his words, but ultimately said nothing more, left the room, and went to Xiao Yi's room.

The two rooms were quite far apart, and it took Pan Yang a while to arrive. When he opened the door, he saw Xiao Yi sitting in the chair in the center of the room. She chuckled when she saw Pan Yang come in.

He pointed to the chair next to him: "Sit."

Pan Yang walked over and sat down on the ground without hesitation.

"..." Xiao Yi's expression was somewhat complicated. He had just asked Pan Yang to sit on the chair, right? "Isn't the floor cold?"

"It's not cold, I'm afraid you might poison the chair."

"Huh?" Xiao Yi was really questioning his life at this moment. Who would be so kind as to poison a chair? The question is, how would you poison a chair?

He took a deep breath, trying his best to maintain his princely demeanor: "You are my own brother, how could I possibly poison you? You, Fanyang, have been pampered by Father since you were a child, and you don't know anything about governing the country."

"You want to be king?" Pan Yang blurted out immediately.

Xiao Yi gasped. He hadn't expected that Pan Yang would say it so bluntly: "Judging from the current situation, you are still too young to be king. You need to think about the country. And what about that man next to you last night?"

"After you become king, can you really ensure that he becomes queen? It would be criticized for a man to become queen."

"Oh," Fan Yang said nonchalantly, "Then go ahead and rebel."

"what?"

"The throne is definitely mine; if you want it, you'll have to rebel."

Xiao Yi felt that Pan Yang was simply arrogant after listening to his remarks. He took a deep breath and said, "If everyone knew that the person next to you was a dragon, do you think you could still be a king?"

“Evidence.” Pan Yang remained completely calm, even sitting cross-legged on the ground: “If there is no evidence, I will sue the King.”

"You?" Xiao Yi was completely speechless. This Pan Yang's thought process was simply impossible to communicate with. "Fine, I gave you a chance."

He had barely finished speaking when a guard knocked on the door: "Your Highnesses, it's about to begin."

Xiao Yi was the first to stand up and walk towards the door.

Seeing that he had slowly gotten up from the ground, dusted off his clothes, and walked into the main hall, Pan Yang saw him.

Almost everyone had arrived, and a crowd of people had gathered outside the hall, all there to witness this moment.

The king cleared his throat and sat on his throne, with Pan Yang and Xiao Yi standing beside him: "Today, everyone should be looking forward to this moment. After careful consideration, I believe..."

"Wait a moment." A knight suddenly spoke up; this was the same knight who had gone to rescue Fan Yang earlier.

So the king straightened his expression and didn't get angry: "Do you have any questions?"

"Your Majesty, I believe that your words alone are not enough to convince the public. After all, everyone has seen the abilities of the two princes, and there will always be people who are dissatisfied with whoever becomes king."

"When I went to rescue Prince Fanyang, someone gave me a crystal ball that can simulate the future based on that person's personality. Why don't we let the two princes use the crystal ball to see who is more suitable to be a prince?"

The king pondered for a long time, then nodded: "In that case, let's make the decision using the crystal ball."

Upon hearing this, the knight quickly took out the crystal ball and placed it on the platform: "The prince only needs to place his hand on the crystal ball."

"I'll go first," Xiao Yi said, walking to the crystal ball and placing his hand on it. An image appeared on the crystal ball.

The crowd cheered and jumped for joy. Xiao Yi stood in the middle of the crowd, seemingly very much loved by the people.

Xiao Yi withdrew her hand, stood aside, and looked at Pan Yang: "Please."

Pan Yang walked slowly over and placed his hand on the crystal ball. Inside, a terrifying scene appeared: a giant dragon hovered above the castle, and the sky was as red as blood.

"This!" Everyone was shocked, even the king found it unbelievable.

Pan Yang, however, calmly picked up the crystal ball and tossed it around.

“Little brother, it’s alright. None of this happened. You’re still my little brother.” Xiao Yi quickly said, as if he really cared about Huan Yang.

The king shook his head and murmured softly, "Impossible."

Zhou Yang, who was listening to the whispers among the crowd, rushed out and stood in front of Pan Yang: "It's just a crystal ball. Besides, even the function of the crystal ball is only what he said. We don't know if it's true or not."

Pan Yang pulled Zhou Yang behind him and threw the crystal ball directly to the ground, whereupon it shattered instantly.

And faint black mist was emanating from it.

"This is... dark magic!" someone exclaimed.

"Then what happened just now was all fake! But why would he do that!"

The people below started talking again.

The king breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the knight: "You should give me a reasonable explanation!"

The knight looked around, then at Fan Yang, gritted his teeth, and drew his knife, intending to kidnap the king.

With lightning speed, Pan Yang snatched Xiaoyao from Zhou Yang's hand and threw him away. The knight instantly collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

The king was somewhat at a loss. He patted his chest and looked at Xiao Yi, at which moment a dagger appeared at his neck.

Xiao Yi sneered, pressing the dagger tightly against the king's neck: "Father, you forced me to do this."

"You!" The king was filled with rage. "You're utterly foolish! Even if you kill me, there are people watching. Do you think you can easily become king?!"

"That's none of your business," Xiao Yi said coldly. Once he became king, these things would be trivial, and in a few years no one would even remember this day.