"Tell me the truth about what happened back then." Pan Yang's tone was icy, and the Xiaoyao sword in his hand flashed with a cold light.
Ouyang Luo stumbled and fell to the ground. The pressure emanating from Pan Yang was too terrifying. He swallowed hard and said, "I'll tell you, but you can't kill me."
Ouyang Luo watched as Pan Yang stood up from the ground and quietly moved away. Pan Yang naturally noticed his little move and flicked Xiao Yao, which stuck directly into the railing beside him.
"Since you're not going to talk," Pan Yang said, twirling his sword and looking at Ouyang Luo with a cold expression.
Ouyang Luo gritted his teeth and said, "Back then, I liked your mother, and your mother chose your father. However, I was clearly more skilled in martial arts and more capable than your father. Even my master thought I was more outstanding."
“But your mother didn’t choose me, but chose that good-for-nothing. I went to confront her, and she actually said I was not as good as that good-for-nothing. What does she know! I should have killed you back then, so that you could both go to hell together.”
After saying that, Ouyang Luo chuckled, then looked at Fan Yang with a twisted expression: "Since I'm going to die, I'll take you with me!"
After saying that, he lunged at Pan Yang. Pan Yang reflexively dodged, and just then, a silver needle flew out from Ouyang Luo's sleeve, grazing Pan Yang's sleeve and shooting into the doorway.
Pan Yang frowned, raised his hand and summoned Xiao Yao over. Without hesitation, he swung his sword down, but Ouyang Luo looked at Pan Yang with a strange smile, and blood splattered onto Pan Yang's face in an instant.
Pan Yang raised his hand and wiped the blood, which surprisingly had a strange, pleasant fragrance. Then, he guessed that his vision was blurry, shook his head, and his vision returned to normal.
Meanwhile, Pei Zhouyang was in the courtyard. Most of the assassins had left, with only a few still locked in a stalemate. He had a bad feeling about this.
Then he saw a dark figure on the roof, and immediately sensed that there were fewer people. Pei Zhouyang frowned: "Darkness."
He appeared silently beside him: "What are your orders, Your Highness?"
Pei Zhouyang was about to speak when he saw a figure appear at the door, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Waiting for me?" Pan Yang walked over in a few steps and finally stopped beside him: "Have you had dinner?"
"Not yet, the cook should have finished cooking by now, we can eat together." Pei Zhouyang paused, smelling the blood on Pan Yang: "You're injured?"
"No, maybe we killed too many people, it's hard to disperse them." Pan Yang said expressionlessly, as if it were just a casual chat over a meal.
At night, Pan Yang felt a sharp pain in his chest. He sat up in bed, raised his hand to face the moonlight, and looked at the back of his hand. The veins were faintly black. He had been poisoned. He had searched the entire Dark Night Pavilion but found nothing about the poison.
In the following days, there were basically no assassins. After all, the number one assassin organization had been almost wiped out, and Pan Yang had become the leader of the organization. Pan Yang also refused all missions to assassinate Zhou Yang, so other smaller organizations naturally dared not take on the task.
But there's no rush. He won't die anytime soon, and the mission is already complete. It's just an unnatural death... Well, he should be a little anxious. He can't die an unnatural death.
Pan Yang sighed, sat in the rocking chair, and pondered a solution. Pei Zhouyang came to his side and looked at him. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Pan Yang was thinking about something.
"Is something on your mind?" Pei Zhouyang finally spoke slowly after a long silence.
"No." Pan Yang immediately shook his head in denial.
"Pan Yang, tell me the truth, what did you do at the Dark Night Pavilion that day?" Pei Zhouyang looked at him seriously. "What's wrong with you these past few nights? Did you get injured at the Dark Night Pavilion?"
"I can handle it myself," Pan Yang said calmly, which undoubtedly indicated that something was indeed wrong.
"What exactly happened?" Pei Zhouyang's heart sank upon hearing this.
After a moment of silence, Pan Yang finally pulled out his hand from under his sleeve, revealing dark veins on the back of his hand that extended all the way up to his wrist.
"You were accidentally poisoned, but it's not a big problem, I can handle it." Pan Yang said nonchalantly, comforting him as if he wasn't the one who was poisoned.
Do you know what kind of poison it is?
"I don't know, we're looking for it."
Pei Zhouyang fell silent. Pan Yang blinked and said calmly, "It's alright, you won't die for now."
"What if you can't find the antidote?" Pei Zhouyang asked almost reflexively, avoiding looking at Huan Yang's lowered eyes: "Would you not tell me if I didn't ask?"
Pan Yang blinked. Pei Zhouyang was right after all. The big boss didn't need any help at all! He could handle it himself!
“Ji Panyang.” Pei Zhouyang’s voice turned cold, tinged with displeasure: “You don’t need to hide any of this. It makes it seem like I’m completely useless. I’m the Regent, after all. I trust you, but you don’t trust me. Panyang, is this what you call liking someone?”
"..." Pan Yang looked at him and opened his mouth, but he just felt there was no need to say anything. He could handle his own affairs perfectly well. However, in a sense, he seemed to have been protecting Zhou Yang a bit too much.
"I'll figure something out. You'd better stay put in the Regent's Palace for the next few days." Pei Zhouyang sighed and raised his eyes. "Don't wander off. I'll have someone keep an eye on you."
Pan Yang blinked: "Actually, there's no need for him to..."
“I think it’s necessary,” Pei Zhouyang interrupted him.
Fine, being a freeloader in peace and quiet is just fine too.
Pei Zhouyang took a deep breath. He really felt that Huan Yang's personality was too self-reliant, as if he took on everything himself.
However, the fact that Pan Yang's poison is still not cured means that the Dark Night Pavilion may not have found a solution. He does remember that a few years ago, when the late emperor was in power, the Western Regions presented him with a pill, which seemed to be called the Soul Returning Pill, and it could cure all kinds of poisons. He could go and ask for it.
On a chosen day, in the Imperial Study, Pei Zhouyang sat in his wheelchair, looking at the Emperor with a hint of a smile in his eyes: "Your Majesty, I only want this one thing. If it's really useful, I'll ask for any conditions."
"Then I want you to resign as regent and never return to the capital for the rest of your life?" The emperor narrowed his eyes and sneered.
"Yes, but can I really leave the capital after resigning from my post?" Pei Zhouyang's smile didn't reach his eyes, making one inexplicably uneasy.
"What do you mean? Do you think I would frame you?" The Emperor's face stiffened as he spoke.
"I was just saying it casually." Pei Zhouyang's expression was calm, which made the emperor seem a little guilty. Pei Zhouyang put down the hand that was supporting his head and said in a serious tone, "If I were to rebel and turn the entire palace upside down, I could also get the medicine. But I did not. This is all because of the late emperor. Your Majesty, please don't force me."
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