Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

In the following days, Pan Yang simply accompanied Zhou Yang to read books, stroll through the Imperial Garden, or play chess.

In the pavilion in the Imperial Garden, Pan Yang tapped the chess pieces, waiting for Zhou Yang to make his move. Zhou Yang held a white piece, thought for a moment, and then placed it.

Pan Yang glanced at the chessboard casually and put it down. Zhou Yang looked at his nonchalant attitude and a smile appeared on his lips: "Are you bored?"

"It's alright, nothing's boring when I'm with you." Pan Yang said calmly, raising his head: "It's your turn."

Zhou Yang sighed helplessly and placed a white piece on the board: "You certainly know how to talk. Your illness has almost healed. I'm going to send you out of the palace this afternoon, what do you say?"

"Okay." Pan Yang nodded and casually put down the black piece.

"Alright then." Zhou Yang looked at the chessboard and took a deep breath. He was a little reluctant to part with it, but he lowered his eyes and hesitated to put the chess piece down.

"What's wrong? Don't you want me to leave?"

“Yes.” Zhou Yang looked up at Huan Yang. He wanted Huan Yang to stay, but he couldn’t. His own life was probably over, and he couldn’t ruin this person’s life. So he shook his head: “You clearly had several chances to win this game. You could have won in the first five moves.”

"I know." Pan Yang shrugged indifferently, "But I just want you to win. I don't care. As long as you don't want me to leave, Zhou Yang, I can stay in the palace with you."

Zhou Yang's heart skipped a beat. He stared blankly at Fan Yang and forced a smile: "You don't belong here. The outcome was decided long ago. Let's go have our meal first."

“Zhou Yang, you don’t need to worry about anything,” Pan Yang said earnestly.

"But I am just a figurehead emperor. Let's have lunch first. After lunch, I will send you out of the palace. Be careful on the way. If possible, don't come to the capital."

"..." Pan Yang was silent for a moment, picked up his white pieces and casually placed them down, then stood up and patted the corner of his clothes. Although his tone was calm, Zhou Yang felt that he was angry: "We don't need to eat lunch. Let's go now."

"That's fine too, we can eat on the road." Zhou Yang opened his mouth and forced a bitter smile. If only he weren't a powerless emperor, but unfortunately, there are no ifs.

Huan Yang was quickly arranged to leave the palace. With the waist token given by Zhou Yang, not many people stopped him. Since Huan Yang was just a commoner, there was even less need to stop him.

Pan Yang quickly left the palace, stroking his chin. He remembered that the imperial examination was still half a month away, and he needed to find a place to stay first. Zhou Yang had given him quite a bit of money, but buying a house would be difficult.

He first went to the pawnshop and pawned all the odds and ends in his room. Finally, with a wad of cash, he bought a medium-sized mansion, hired a few servants to clean and cook, and everything was perfect as he waited for the imperial examination.

For the past two weeks, Pan Yang hasn't been idle either. He's casually picked up some books to read and occasionally inquired about what Wang Ji is doing.

On the second floor of the teahouse that day, Pan Yang held a book in one hand and propped his head up with the other. These books were so boring that he didn't want to read them at all, but people who take the imperial examinations have to care about them a little bit, right?

Well, he didn't want to read it at all. Pan Yang casually tossed the book onto the table, picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea, and looked out the window.

Seeing this, 001 quietly spoke up: "Well, host, you don't actually need to read these books. As a system, I can just search and edit them..."

Pan Yang blinked, and asked in his mind: So you can help with the exams in those previous worlds?

"Yes, that's right." 001 said somewhat awkwardly. Back then, the host always seemed so confident, clearly indicating that she didn't need to take any action.

All I can say is, well done! 001, you're amazing! Why didn't you bring this out sooner?

"If you ask me, this emperor is finished." A voice suddenly came from beside him.

Pan Yang turned his head and saw two or three people sitting together at a table not far away, talking.

The man in blue shook his head, seemingly somewhat helpless: "That's right, everyone knows that Lord Wang is the most powerful now, even an eight-year-old child understands that."

The man in blue shook his head as he listened: "But given the current situation, if Lord Wang continues like this, I'm afraid our country..."

The white-robed man who spoke first clicked his tongue, picked up his teacup and took a sip: "Even if the emperor regains power, who can guarantee how well he will govern? If you ask me, I'm afraid the dynasty will change soon."

"That's not necessarily true." A man suddenly walked up, carrying a cloth bag and a few copper coins, with a copper coin sword on his back. He walked up to the three of them and slammed his hand on the table.

“A few days ago, I observed the celestial phenomena at night. The Ziwei star was originally dim and without light, but suddenly a bright star appeared next to the Ziwei star, and it actually made the Ziwei star light up together.”

"Who are you?" The man in white felt completely bewildered by this person.

The Taoist priest, quite familiar with the situation, picked up a clean teacup, poured himself a cup, and drank it: "My name is Fang Ruyi. I know some simple divination. Would you gentlemen like me to have your fortunes told? It costs ten coins per divination. If it's inaccurate, you don't have to pay."

"A lousy fortune teller?" The man in blue looked disgusted and waved his hand. "Go away, go away, another money-grabbing scam. What Purple Star or some other celebrity? That's utter nonsense. Get out of here."

Fang Ruyi wasn't angry at all. She left briskly, and when she saw Pan Yang, her eyes lit up. She jogged over and sat down next to Pan Yang: "Young man, would you like to have your fortune told?"

Pan Yang looked Fang Ruyi up and down, then nodded: "What are you?"

"I can calculate a lot of things, including career, relationships, and fame," Fang Ruyi said with a smile. "Or you can just tell me your birth date and time, and I can calculate it for you directly. I'll tell you whatever comes to mind, but it will cost 30 coins. You can pay after the calculation is done."

"Alright, it's the 15th of November, 12 years ago. I don't know the exact time." Pan Yang said calmly. This was the original owner's birthday.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Fang Ruyi had his eyes closed, his hands seemingly calculating something, and he was muttering to himself. After about half a minute, he opened his eyes and looked at Pan Yang in shock. The divination he had just performed was very strange; this person should have died a few days ago!

Fang Ruyi looked Pan Yang up and down carefully, and asked somewhat uncertainly, "Where have you been coming from and where are you planning to go these past few days? Would you mind telling me?"

"The Imperial Palace." Pan Yang didn't seem to care about his scrutiny. Instead, he casually picked up a cup of tea and took a sip. "I came from the palace to take the imperial examination and become an official."