Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Where is Zhou Yang now?

Tao Xin listened to Pan Yang's words with some doubt and said, "At this time, His Highness should be reading memorials... Your Majesty, you must stay calm! You can't deal with His Highness right now!"

Why should I go after him?

"Huh?" Peach Heart was even more confused, blinking, "Then what does Your Majesty mean?"

"Children shouldn't meddle in adult matters." With that, Pan Yang strode away.

"But..." I'm clearly older than His Majesty.

Peach Heart frowned, truly unable to understand. Wait a minute! His Majesty just left! Your Majesty!

Pan Yang dashed to the Imperial Study. The original owner hadn't been there many times since ascending the throne. Two guards stood at the door, but they neither bowed nor offered to let Pan Yang in.

"Is Zhou Yang inside?" Pan Yang asked first.

The guard didn't even glance at Pan Yang, his voice filled with disdain: "Your Majesty, please return."

"Step aside."

"Your Majesty, please return." The guard was somewhat impatient. What was wrong with this fool today? Before, he couldn't wait to hide when he saw His Highness, but now he insisted on looking for him.

Seeing that these two guards were just cannon fodder with no sense of propriety, Pan Yang beat them up without saying a word, and then kicked the door open without any hesitation.

Zhou Yang was sitting there, one hand supporting his head and the other holding a calligraphy brush, looking somewhat relaxed. Hearing the noise, he looked at Pan Yang.

"Is there something you need, Your Majesty?" His voice was calm, and he didn't seem angry at Pan Yang for suddenly barging in, but it certainly didn't seem like he was showing any respect for the emperor.

Pan Yang walked to Zhou Yang's side and got straight to the point: "I can draft an imperial edict to allow you to govern the country in a legitimate way, or rather, I can give you the entire territory directly."

Zhou Yang's eyes flickered, and he put down the brush in his hand, looking at Pan Yang with interest and chuckling softly.

“I thought His Majesty would be much more brilliant once he regained his senses, but I never expected him to be even more foolish than before.” Zhou Yang stood up and was actually half a head taller than Pan Yang.

"Your Majesty will not benefit from this. If Your Majesty were to stab me in the back, wouldn't I have lost everything?"

“Who says I don’t benefit?” Pan Yang said, pulling Zhou Yang’s hand up again and putting the bracelet back on. “On the condition that you stay with me.”

Zhou Yang frowned, and after a long silence, he slowly spoke: "Does Your Majesty regard me as one of those women?" He withdrew his hand, hung it at his side, and secretly clenched his fist, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"Why do you see me as..." Pan Yang was puzzled, but suddenly fell silent halfway through his sentence. Damn it, he had actually forgotten that Zhou Yang was now a eunuch.

However, Pan Yang's silence confirmed Zhou Yang's thoughts. He snorted coldly, "It seems His Majesty is not stupid. He does have some skill in humiliating people."

Zhou Yang took a deep breath, sat back in his chair, and took off the bracelet again, throwing it onto the table: "I look forward to the day His Majesty overthrows me."

"I didn't mean to humiliate you." Pan Yang was holding back his anger. He looked at the bracelet on the table, picked it up again, and forcefully put it on Zhou Yang's wrist.

"If you really want to be emperor, I can write an imperial edict right now."

“Alright.” Zhou Yang handed the brush directly to Fan Yang: “Then Your Majesty, please write now.”

Seeing that he took the brush without hesitation, found a clean piece of paper, and began to write.

Zhou Yang fell silent, looking at the imperial edict that Pan Yang had only written halfway, and sighed: "Your Majesty need not write it."

Even if it were written, what use would it be? Those ministers would simply think that they had forced Yang to do it, and then they would have another crime on their heads.

Pan Yang stopped what he was doing and looked at Zhou Yang. He always felt that Zhou Yang had a bit of a dejected air about him: "With me here, they can't act recklessly."

"That's too arrogant," Zhou Yang chuckled. "Now that Pan Yang has almost no power, what's the point of talking about others not being allowed to act recklessly?"

Pan Yang naturally understood that Zhou Yang was making fun of him, but he didn't explain. He said seriously, "Zhou Yang, you can trust me. Be careful of Gao Shen if he has problems. There's only one of these bracelets. If you lose it, it'll be gone forever."

"I won't bother you anymore, you can continue." With that, he walked directly to the soft couch next to him. Although he said he wouldn't bother him anymore, he didn't seem to have any intention of leaving. He wasn't angry at all that Zhou Yang was reading the memorials.

Zhou Yang opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing. Looking at the bracelet on his wrist, he felt a strange sense of familiarity with it, but he really didn't remember the bracelet.

Well, he's just a powerless emperor; how much trouble can he possibly cause?

When Tao Xin arrived at the entrance of the Imperial Study, she was startled to see the two unconscious guards lying on the ground. Then, upon seeing Zhou Yang, she immediately rushed over and knelt down.

"Your Majesty, His Majesty did not mean to disturb us! Please forgive His Majesty." Her voice trembled with fear, but she still mustered her courage to continue, "If His Majesty dies, are you truly not afraid of those ministers?"

"Cough cough." Pan Yang coughed deliberately.

Tao Xin looked over immediately upon hearing the sound and saw Huan Yang lying lazily on the soft couch. She breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that it was now her turn to feel awkward.

However, what puzzled her now was that His Highness had actually allowed the Emperor to stay in the Imperial Study without showing any anger. Could it be that the Emperor had used some method?

Peach Heart's eyes darted around, her brain racing, and finally her heart sank. The look in her eyes as she looked at Fan Yang carried a hint of sympathy for him.

This left Pan Yang completely bewildered.

Then Peach Heart spoke again: "Your Majesty, His Majesty is the ruler of a country. If Your Majesty is in any danger... please spare His Majesty!"

"WTF?" This time, Pan Yang couldn't hold back anymore. What was this young girl thinking at such a young age?

Upon hearing this outburst of profanity, Zhou Yang looked at Huan Yang, who immediately sat up and waved his hand, assuring everyone that he hadn't said anything inappropriate!

Tao Xin was stunned, seemingly pondering the meaning of what Pan Yang had just said, and finally managed to squeeze out a few tears.

Being young is great, you can cry whenever you want.

"Peach Heart, I didn't do anything with him." Pan Yang finally couldn't stand it anymore and explained. He wanted to do something, but Zhou Yang wouldn't allow it.

"Huh?" Peach Heart's brain paused for two seconds, then she felt a burning pain on her face. Who knows what she just said?

Seeing Tao Xin's change in expression, Zhou Yang's face darkened and he coldly snorted, "Your Majesty should go back."

"Why should I?" Fan Yang lay down again. "I am the emperor, I am not leaving."

"..." Zhou Yang was speechless.

Peach Heart felt even more embarrassed, wondering what she had been doing.

This farce eventually came to an end when a servant asked if they wanted lunch.