Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Perhaps what Pan Yang said had some effect, because some neutral parties actually started to stand on Zhou Yang's side.

Of course, this doesn't have a particularly big impact on the overall situation.

That day, Fan Yang sat lazily in a rocking chair in the courtyard, while Zhou Yang was reading memorials alone and discussing something with his ministers.

Tao Xin stood beside Pan Yang, gently fanning him with a fan. Seeing Pan Yang's leisurely demeanor, she finally spoke.

"Your Majesty, are you really at ease with His Highness? What if those ministers rebel? And what if His Highness really becomes emperor? What will Your Majesty do then?" She didn't even dare to think about what consequences Huan Yang would face.

"No, they don't have that ability. As for Zhou Yang, he won't do anything to me." Pan Yang's voice was very calm.

Peach Heart opened her mouth, truly not understanding why His Majesty trusted the Thousand-Year-Old so much. Everyone said that emperors were the most suspicious, but their His Majesty seemed to have no guile at all.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but Pan Yang was half-asleep when he suddenly heard a commotion.

"Catch the assassin! Catch the assassin!"

"Quickly, go protect His Highness!"

Pan Yang suddenly stood up from his chair, and Tao Xin was startled and tried to stop him: "Your Majesty, there are assassins outside, you cannot go out."

However, Fan Yang easily bypassed Tao Xin, went out, and soon arrived at the Imperial Study.

The three or four assassins were being held down by soldiers, while the ministers seemed still in shock and even forgot to bow when they saw Pan Yang.

Zhou Yang stood there, clutching his arm, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "Take him away and find out who sent him."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Upon hearing this, the soldier immediately escorted the assassin away.

Pan Yang strode to Zhou Yang's side, pulled Zhou Yang's arm, and forcefully removed his hand from his arm, revealing a bloody mark in his eye.

Suddenly, Zhou Yang seemed to sense a murderous aura emanating from Pan Yang.

"Was this done by an assassin?"

Zhou Yang nodded, but didn't seem to care: "There's no poison on the sword. I think it should be a warning. Your Majesty doesn't need to worry about me."

Pan Yang looked at Zhou Yang like he was an idiot. "You actually told me I don't care about you? Fine! I won't! I do care!"

"Summon the imperial physician," Pan Yang's cold voice rang out.

The servants nearby listened to Pan Yang's words, glanced at Zhou Yang, and finally went to fetch the imperial physician.

Suddenly, a white light flashed.

Pan Yang directly stood in front of Zhou Yang, summoning Xiao Yao from his spatial storage to block the incoming darts. Pan Yang frowned; he was truly audacious.

Seeing that he had failed, the assassin had no intention of lingering and used his lightness skill to run away.

Pan Yang flung out Xiaoyao, which precisely slashed at the assassin's leg. The assassin groaned as Xiaoyao severed his lower leg.

Just as he was about to swallow the poison and commit suicide, Xiaoyao seemed to have a mind of its own and actually cut off his hand that was holding the poison.

He screamed in agony.

A shadow fell over him. The assassin looked up at Fan Yang and felt incredulous. Wasn't he just a useless emperor? Why was he so powerful? And why was his sword so strange?

The next second, his other hand was stepped on by Pan Yang, and the assassin felt excruciating pain. This emperor was simply too ruthless.

"Who sent you?" Pan Yang's voice was very calm, but the murderous intent in his eyes was not concealed in the slightest.

This made the assassin inexplicably uneasy; his intuition told him that this emperor was simply a madman.

"Why don't you just kill me, Your Majesty? I won't tell."

Pan Yang was not angry. His face was expressionless and showed no emotion whatsoever. He calmly picked up the Xiaoyao sword and stabbed it into the assassin's wrist without hesitation.

The assassin broke out in a cold sweat as Xiaoyao pierced his wrist. The intense pain caused by the piercing wound made him break out in a cold sweat.

"I won't tell you!"

As Pan Yang pulled out Xiao Yao, a smile appeared on his lips. With a flick of his wrist, Xiao Yao pierced his arm again. Before he could scream, Pan Yang had already pulled it out and stabbed it again.

This made the assassin even more panicked: "I said! It was Gao Shen! Prime Minister Gao! Prime Minister Gao ordered me to kill Zhou Yang, and if possible, he also wants me to kill His Majesty!"

After saying that, he fainted from the pain. Fan Yang pulled out Xiao Yao, and this time it pierced the man's heart.

Zhou Yang and several ministers stood not far away, and they had witnessed the entire scene.

The ministers were suddenly relieved that Zhou Yang was in charge of the government; they couldn't even imagine what it would be like if His Majesty were in charge.

Pan Yang shook off the blood on Xiao Yao's clothes, flipped his wrist and put Xiao Yao back into his space. There was some blood on the hem of Pan Yang's clothes. When the imperial physician came over, he was stunned to see the group.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness." The imperial physician bowed, standing there somewhat awkwardly: "Your subject?"

"Bandage Zhou Yang," Pan Yang said calmly. Upon hearing this, the imperial physician immediately went to Zhou Yang's side to examine his wounds.

He took a deep breath, clenched his wrist, and thought of Gao Shen, that bastard. He walked away and easily left the palace after bypassing the guards.

He skillfully found Gao Shen's mansion and set it on fire. He also went to find Gao Shen's accomplices and gave them all a good beating without any mercy.

He finally returned to the palace just before sunset. As soon as he arrived, he ran into Tao Xin. Tao Xin was relieved to see that Fan Yang was not injured. She had almost thought that His Majesty had been imprisoned by the Prince.

However, Pan Yang's first question silenced her: "Where is Zhou Yang?"

"..." Tao Xin remained silent for a moment. Pan Yang was in no hurry and just looked at her. Just as he was about to leave, Tao Xin spoke up: "Your Majesty is in the Imperial Study."

Pan Yang nodded and looked at Tao Xin: "You should rest early, you don't need to wait for me to go back." After saying that, he walked straight towards the Imperial Study.

Sure enough, the lights in the Imperial Study were already on. Ignoring the guards, Pan Yang pushed open the door, and Zhou Yang sat there looking at the memorial in his hand.

Pan Yang walked to his side and sat down in his chair without hesitation. The two of them were now squeezed into one chair, but luckily the chair was quite big.

"How are you injured?"

"You've left the palace?"

The two voices sounded at the same time.

"My injury is nothing." Zhou Yang paused for a few seconds before speaking first: "Did Your Majesty leave the palace today?" You know, after Pan Yang left, he had people search for him but couldn't find him.

“Yeah.” Fan Yang nodded nonchalantly. “I took care of something.”

As she spoke, Pan Yang looked at Zhou Yang's arm, which had been scratched earlier, and her voice softened unusually: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, thank you for your concern, Your Majesty." Zhou Yang leaned to the side.

"Tsk." Pan Yang looked at him and moved closer without hesitation: "Why are you avoiding me?"