Hearing his words, Pan Yang took a deep breath, looked into his eyes, and said seriously, "Zhou Yang, whether what I said is true or not depends on whether you believe me or not. I have no reason to lie to you. Killing you would be an easy thing for me. Or is it that you..."
“I believe you.” Pei Zhouyang interrupted Huan Yang: “In that case, you can live in the next courtyard. As for the other things you mentioned, such as treason, it’s best not to mention them. I have many spies around me.”
"Oh." Pan Yang nodded. Pei Zhouyang believed he was perfect, but then asked, "Why can't I live in your courtyard?"
“There are no vacant rooms in my courtyard,” Pei Zhouyang said immediately.
“There’s an empty room on the left side of the yard, and the storage room on the right is quite large enough to be tidied up. If there really isn’t a room available,” Pan Yang blinked and looked at him expressionlessly, “I can share a room with you. I don’t mind.”
Pei Zhouyang chuckled dryly. Was this a question of whether he disliked it or not? What other question was this? He opened his mouth, but then felt that whatever he said would make him feel too guilty.
“Then we’ll have one room,” Pan Yang said to himself.
"Aren't you afraid I might do something?" Pei Zhouyang took a deep breath, a smile playing on his lips, the meaning of which was ambiguous.
"Oh." Pan Yang looked at him indifferently.
"Fine, whatever," Pei Zhouyang looked Pan Yang up and down. "Anyway, I'm not at a loss, am I? Besides, last night..." Thinking of this, a strange expression flashed across Pei Zhouyang's eyes.
Then, Pan Yang became Pei Zhouyang's personal bodyguard, staying by his side almost every step of the way. In recent days, many assassins have come to assassinate Pei Zhouyang, but Pan Yang has dealt with them all. Sometimes, Pan Yang doesn't even need to take action; he can handle it secretly.
Almost everyone in the capital knew that Pei Zhouyang had a new person by his side. Although no one knew where he came from, he didn't look like someone to be trifled with. Moreover, Pei Zhouyang was originally the regent. Now, some ministers began to discuss who this person was and why Pei Zhouyang would keep him by his side.
On this day, at the banquet in the palace, which was a first birthday celebration for a young prince, the officials presented gifts. Pei Zhouyang directly presented a fine jade pendant and a pot of exotic coral.
The Emperor exchanged a few perfunctory pleasantries, then looked at Pei Zhouyang with a concerned expression: "I've heard these past few days that assassins have been frequently appearing at the Regent's residence. Those people are quite audacious, daring to plot against Your Highness. Does the Regent have any ideas?"
Pei Zhouyang looked up when he heard his words, seemingly unconcerned: "There are many people who want to kill me, and I don't know who they are for the time being. But Your Majesty need not worry. Once I find out, I will tear that person to pieces."
The Emperor's smile froze for a moment, then he waved his hand and said, "Just be careful, Regent. But about your leg, how about we have the imperial physician take another look and see if it can be cured?"
“It can’t be cured.” Pei Zhouyang seemed somewhat disappointed, lowering his eyes: “I have consulted many people, and they all say the same thing. Your Majesty need not trouble yourself.”
"Oh dear, how can that be? Imperial Physician Wang is also at the banquet. Why not let him take a look? It won't take much time anyway," the Emperor continued, as if he genuinely cared about him.
"Well, since that's the case, I won't refuse."
Then, a middle-aged man in a corner of the banquet stood up, walked to Pei Zhouyang's side, said "excuse me," and began to take Pei Zhouyang's pulse. He then lifted Pei Zhouyang's leg.
Standing beside him, Pan Yang watched the imperial physician's actions. He was considering what excuse he should use after killing the old man if he really said that Zhou Yang's leg was good.
Pei Zhouyang raised his hand and patted Pan Yang. Pan Yang looked at him, and Pei Zhouyang shook his head to indicate that he was alright.
Then, the imperial physician seemed to be in a dilemma. He took a deep breath and finally bowed to the emperor with a regretful expression: "Your Majesty, even the regent's leg can't help it. I'm afraid the regent will have to sit in a wheelchair."
Upon hearing this, the Emperor sighed, waved his hand, and a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes, which was quickly concealed: "Alright, alright, you may sit back down."
Upon hearing this, Physician Wang immediately sat back down.
"Your Highness need not worry too much. There are so many famous doctors in the world, they will surely find a way." The Emperor's gaze fell on Pan Yang, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "Your Highness has many capable people around you. It is I who have been worrying too much."
Pei Zhouyang simply shook his head and didn't reply.
The banquet continued, and Pan Yang simply pulled up a chair and sat down. He glanced at the people at the banquet and finally nudged Pei Zhouyang.
"Are you really not planning to rebel? I can handle this group of people. Or how about I kill the emperor instead of rebelling? No one will find out."
Pei Zhouyang looked at him and saw that Pan Yang looked serious, as if he would take action as soon as he was given a definite answer. However, he had no intention of becoming emperor. Even the position of regent was given to him by the late emperor, who told him to assist the emperor.
However, as time went by, the emperor became more and more powerful and also more and more wary of him. To be honest, he originally planned to resign and leave the capital in a few years, but now he felt that if he really resigned from the position of regent, his survival would be a problem.
"No need." Pei Zhouyang shook his head. Pan Yang felt a little regretful when he heard this, as he thought he could show off his skills again.
Pei Zhouyang naturally saw the expression in his eyes, and put the peeled orange to Fan Yang's lips: "Try it, it's sweet."
Pan Yang took a bite, and the sour juice exploded in his mouth instantly. "Well done, Pei Zhouyang," he nodded expressionlessly. "It is indeed sweet."
Then, Pan Yang took the remaining orange from his hand and held it to his lips, the meaning of which was quite clear.
Pei Zhouyang raised an eyebrow: "I don't like oranges, so you can eat them. Eating more will give you energy tonight, won't it?"
Pan Yang rolled her eyes at his spiel, then said in the most indifferent tone the most infuriating thing: "You're no good."
"..." Pei Zhouyang was silent for a moment, then took the orange from Pan Yang's hand. His expression froze for a few seconds. Why was the orange so sour? Then he saw out of the corner of his eye that the Emperor quickly glanced at the ministers around him.
To be honest, this banquet, which appeared to be a prince's birthday celebration, was actually a trap. I bet half of the people there were watching him, trying to figure out what he was up to.
Although he really didn't have much interest in being the regent, Pei Zhouyang then reached out, pinched Fan Yang's chin, and kissed him. The sour juice of the orange was transferred into Fan Yang's mouth. Pei Zhouyang released him after only a few seconds and then revealed a frivolous smile.
Someone coughed, and Pei Zhouyang immediately felt that fewer eyes were on him. Sure enough, they were all trying to find out about Huan Yang's identity. His action was simply to change Huan Yang's identity from a mysterious person whose origins were unknown to his lover.
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