Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

In an instant, Fan Yang transformed from a prisoner into a loyal subject.

Shi Yan looked at Cheng Yue: "Well done, Cheng Yue. You mean that I not only cannot blame Huan Yang, but also need to reward him, right?"

Cheng Yue seemed oblivious to his anger, calmly performing the courtier's salute and speaking indifferently, "I am merely stating the truth."

"Well said, 'Speaking the truth.'" Shi Yan sneered. Well done, neither of them are pretending anymore. Since that's the case, let's just tear off the mask. His eyes darkened. "Guards! Pan Yang is an accomplice in deceiving his superiors and Cheng Yue! The two are plotting a rebellion: Take them both away!"

Pan Yang brandished the sword in his hand: "Since you say so, shouldn't I confirm it?"

Before Shi Yan could react, Pan Yang had already made his move. The Imperial Guards who arrived were completely helpless against him, and for a moment it seemed there was no way to stop Pan Yang.

The Wu envoy clearly hadn't expected to witness such a spectacle, but he didn't want to be a bystander; he just wanted to go back. If he were accidentally injured, wouldn't he be suffering a loss for nothing?

"Pan Yang! Are you really going to rebel?!" Shi Yan's voice was loud, as if he were cheering himself on.

After a few seconds of silence, Pan Yang looked at Shi Zhouyang and asked, "Do you want to be the emperor?"

Shi Zhouyang paused for a second, then shook his head. Being an emperor was too restrictive. He didn't want to be emperor unless he had no other choice. Moreover, he had always just wanted freedom, without having to hide his identity or get involved in any other interests.

However, he hasn't told Huan Yang that he's a man yet, so in his eyes, it's also acceptable for a woman to become emperor?

Upon hearing his words, Pan Yang looked at Cheng Yue with a serious expression and asked, "Do you want to be the emperor?"

Cheng Yue's eyes widened, and he quickly shook his head. Is it really okay to openly discuss treason? And you're going around asking people if they want to be emperor. Don't be too arrogant!

Pan Yang glanced at the ministers who were standing aside watching the show: "Does any of you want to be the emperor?"

The ministers all took several steps back upon hearing this. What a joke! This was utterly treasonous and absurd.

After a moment's thought, Fan Yang said, "I'm not going to rebel anymore. You can continue to be the emperor. Your Majesty, is there anything else? If not, I'll be leaving now."

"You!" Shi Yan was furious at Fan Yang's series of actions. What did he take the throne for?! He could rebel whenever he wanted and put whoever he wanted to be emperor!

"Anything else?" Pan Yang looked at him expressionlessly, then, as if remembering something, turned to the Wu envoy: "Oh right, you're welcome to fight anytime, but you'll definitely fail. If you want a marriage alliance, I don't mind castrating you." With that, he openly pulled Shi Zhouyang away.

It took Cheng Yue a long time to fully process what had just happened. Huan Yang had almost rebelled and had already broken ties with Shi Yan, who was still the emperor. The whole thing happened so suddenly.

Cheng Yue looked at Shi Yan and opened his mouth.

Shi Yan almost reflexively took a step back, clearly still traumatized by Huan Yang's actions: "What do you need to do!"

Cheng Yue smiled and waved his hand, "Well then, let's continue the banquet."

Then the ministers adjusted their mindset and actually continued as if nothing had happened. The Wu envoy felt a little confused. He felt as if he had experienced something major, but also as if he hadn't.

As Huan Yang dragged Shi Zhouyang away from the banquet, Shi Zhouyang stopped in his tracks, watching the direction Huan Yang was heading—clearly the direction out of the palace. "Where are you taking me?" he asked.

“Go home, go back to the Prime Minister’s residence.” Pan Yang looked at him, seemingly puzzled: “What’s wrong? You want to go back to the Cold Palace first? In that case, I’ll marry you tomorrow, how about that? Shi Yan definitely can’t stop me.”

As he spoke, Pan Yang paused, seemingly remembering something, before continuing, "If you want to marry me."

“This…” Shi Zhouyang looked at him. He had heard what Cheng Yue said before he appeared, so he understood that he had been too concerned before, but now…

"what happened?"

Shi Zhouyang took off the bracelet from her wrist, lowered her eyes and refused to look at him: "I'm sorry I lied to you. I am not a woman. When my mother gave birth to me, she was already out of favor. If I were a prince, it would be worse for an out-of-favor prince to be exposed than for a princess. So she bribed the midwife to hide my gender."

"So what?" Pan Yang didn't understand the meaning of what he was saying. Could it be that the hidden figure didn't want him to marry him? Thinking of this, he said directly, "You can marry me, but you have to live in the Prime Minister's residence. It can be changed to the Princess's residence."

"That's not what I meant." Shi Zhouyang was somewhat surprised, and also found it a little funny. It seemed that Pan Yang didn't care about his repeated marriages.

"You don't like me?" Fan Yang blurted out.

“No.” Shi Zhouyang was helpless. Was this person really indifferent or hadn’t thought of it? Then he took a deep breath: “I like you and I don’t care who marries whom, but I am a man after all, and I cannot bear children for you.”

So, Huanyang, you probably only like me when I'm dressed as a woman, not when I'm a man. Besides, anyone would be angry to be deceived like that.

Pan Yang blinked, feeling somewhat bewildered. Why did Zhou Yang want a child? Had he gone mad? He quickly put the bracelet on Zhou Yang's wrist: "You want a child?"

"I don't want it."

"That's settled then." Pan Yang breathed a sigh of relief. He was terrified that Zhou Yang didn't want to, otherwise he would have to wander around looking for the child again. He then continued, "It doesn't matter whether you're a boy or a girl, so will the wedding be held tomorrow?"

Shi Zhouyang suddenly chuckled softly, as if nothing mattered anymore, then nodded: "Let's proceed."

"Can I ask you something?" Shi Zhouyang asked, his tone becoming somewhat serious as he thought about it.

"I was indeed unharmed when the bandits set fire that day, and my faked death was intentional. I knew you had people following me, partly because I wanted to throw caution to the wind with Shi Yan." After all, he had no interest in playing such childish games.

"On the other hand, I have a very long bet with someone."

Shi Zhouyang was silent for a few seconds, then looked into Pan Yang's eyes and asked seriously, "So, did you win?"

Pan Yang shook his head: "Not yet, but we will definitely win."

The next day, Cheng Yue was stunned, Shi Yan was stunned, and to be precise, everyone in the capital was stunned.

What?! The Prime Minister didn't die and came back? Huh? The Prime Minister's mansion is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, it seems he's getting married. Huh? The whole street was dressed up in bright red overnight. It seems the Prime Minister is marrying a princess.

But! Where is the princess? Why did they see a young groom dressed in wedding attire? Oh, so Princess Shi Zhouyang is actually a boy, a prince! No, a boy!?

In an instant, this astonishing news spread throughout the capital.