Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Pan Yang blinked and looked at Shi Yan: "Why don't you just bestow him upon me in marriage?"

Shi Yan was a little confused when he heard this. Did Pan Yang understand what he was saying? He took a deep breath and said, "Give it to you? Prime Minister, are you not joking?"

"I never joke. Have I ever contributed to the country?"

"Yes," Shi Yan said.

"So, in a sense, it was a contribution to bestow his marriage upon me."

"..." Shi Yan was speechless. How come he didn't know that Pan Yang was so shameless? He chuckled twice and didn't say anything.

Cheng Yue stepped forward and said, "Isn't this absurd, Prime Minister? She is, after all, a princess of the country. Is it fair that you should be betrothed to her just because of a few words from you?"

"So you mean, it would be fine if he agreed to grant us the marriage?" Pan Yang's eyes lit up and he immediately asked.

"Huh?" Cheng Yue looked at Pan Yang in disbelief. It's not that this kid really likes the princess. We've both become thorns in the Emperor's side. How could the Emperor possibly bestow the princess upon you in marriage?

“Isn’t that right?” Pan Yang retorted.

"This is no child's play. Besides, does the Prime Minister really think the princess likes you? But the Prime Minister's behavior is more like that of a lecherous rogue." Cheng Yue snorted coldly, his tone perfectly measured.

“It’s different. That lecherous playboy isn’t as handsome as me,” Pan Yang said expressionlessly.

Cheng Yue almost choked when he heard this. Brother, when did you become so narcissistic?

Seeing this, Shi Yan waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, you two stop arguing. If the princess is really willing to marry you, I will naturally grant the marriage. Let's put this matter aside. Do any of you ministers have important matters to attend to?"

Then those ministers, who were as timid as quails, began to speak.

“I have something to report. A few days ago, I received a letter from the south saying that the mountain bandits have become increasingly arrogant and domineering, and have even robbed the disaster relief grain sent by the court. I believe this matter cannot be ignored,” an official stepped forward and said.

Shi Yan took a deep breath and nodded: "That's true. The matter of the mountain bandits also involves disaster relief grain. In that case, how about the Prime Minister going there personally?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yue was startled. How could Chancellor Pan Yang leave the capital so easily? Moreover, it was absurd for a civil official to be sent to govern mountain bandits. He immediately spoke up.

"Your Majesty, I think this is inappropriate. Judging from the Prime Minister's actions in recent days, he seems incapable of handling such an important matter well. I believe it would be better to entrust these matters to someone else."

Shi Yan frowned, seemingly somewhat displeased: "Minister Cheng is wrong. I believe the Prime Minister can certainly handle this matter well. Besides, sending the Prime Minister will let the people know that I value these matters. So be it. How about the Prime Minister goes first thing tomorrow morning?"

"If I've settled everything, can you bestow the princess upon me in marriage?" Pan Yang blinked and looked at Shi Yan, speaking calmly.

Cheng Yue almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Princess, princess, why is your mind filled with nothing but princesses! The emperor is practically making it clear that he wants to weaken your power, but he doesn't even think of leaving himself a way out.

Shi Yan was clearly surprised that Huan Yang would say this, and his expression was very strange. After a long while, he nodded: "If the princess really falls in love with you, I will naturally grant you marriage."

Pan Yang nodded, then he was certain that Zhou Yang would never dislike him.

When the court session ended, Cheng Yue didn't care about anything else. He dragged him to a secluded spot and looked at Pan Yang incredulously, his tone slightly raised: "Pan Yang, what are you thinking? Those bandits don't care about your life. What can a civil official like you do there?"

"And you're still thinking about Shi Zhouyang? How could the Emperor possibly bestow her upon you in marriage?" Cheng Yue took a deep breath, his voice tinged with anger. "These past few months, the Wu Kingdom has clearly been making moves. If they don't want war to break out, Shi Zhouyang will definitely be sent away for a political marriage. What on earth has possessed you, Huan Yang?"

Pan Yang asked calmly, "Is there a problem?"

"This is very problematic, a huge problem!" Upon hearing Fan Yang's words, Cheng Yue's anger suddenly flared up.

"It seems the two gentlemen don't have as bad a relationship as they appear." A voice suddenly rang out.

Cheng Yue reflexively turned around and saw a tall woman whose simple clothes could not hide her elegant temperament.

When Pan Yang saw him, he walked a few steps to Shi Zhouyang and noticed Shi Zhouyang's empty wrist: "Why aren't you wearing the bracelet?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Zhouyang's first reaction was to feel guilty, but then he felt inexplicably guilty about what he was guilty of: "I don't like it, and besides, I don't like the Prime Minister. It would be inappropriate for the Prime Minister to give me something."

"I'm going to get rid of the bandits," Pan Yang said. Shi Zhouyang was a little surprised. Pan Yang didn't continue to emphasize the bracelet. But bandits? What bandits?

Cheng Yue watched the interaction between the two, gritted his teeth, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "As a civil official, if the Prime Minister were to go south to deal with the mountain bandits, people who don't know the situation would probably think that the Prime Minister wanted to get rid of himself."

He didn't know what Shi Zhouyang was thinking, but he certainly couldn't act like the two of them had a good relationship in front of him, because who knew if Shi Zhouyang would tip off the emperor.

"What are you doing dealing with the bandits?" Shi Zhouyang asked, somewhat puzzled. Although he knew that the Emperor was still somewhat worried about Huan Yang, he was sure that Huan Yang would eventually get away with it if he kept making excuses.

"Naturally, it's for Her Highness the Princess." Cheng Yue rolled his eyes, finding it increasingly absurd: "The Prime Minister is trying to get the Emperor to grant him a marriage; he's truly a laughingstock."

"A marriage decree?" Shi Zhouyang looked at Cheng Yue.

However, this time, Pan Yang spoke first: "If you marry me, I can definitely handle the bandits." How could those mortals possibly defeat a big shot?

Cheng Yue opened his mouth, then snorted coldly, "Prime Minister, please continue your conversation. I just hope you don't give anyone any leverage over you." He then turned and left. Unbelievable! What was this all about? He really didn't understand Pan Yang's mentality.

Shi Zhouyang watched Cheng Yue's departing figure, then looked at Pan Yang with cold eyes and his hands clenched tightly under his sleeves. After a long while, he finally spoke slowly.

"Does Your Excellency mean that if you successfully eliminate the bandits heading south, the Emperor will bestow me upon you in marriage?"

Pan Yang thought for a few seconds and nodded. There were slight differences, but not significant ones!

"Ha." Shi Zhouyang sneered, his face showing little shock or worry, his tone icy: "The Prime Minister's favor is truly beyond my reach, so you treat me as a prize, as an object. In your eyes, I am no different from those inanimate objects of real gold and silver. In that case, I would rather you die at the hands of bandits."

Upon hearing this, Pan Yang frowned. He did not regard Shi Zhouyang as an object, and he did not know why Shi Zhouyang would think this way.

When Shi Zhouyang saw that he didn't speak, he assumed that his thoughts had been exposed and he didn't know how to refute it. In the end, he looked at Huan Yang with a mocking expression and turned to walk towards the Cold Palace.