"Then, shall we sleep together?" Pan Yang blinked and pulled Zhou Yang's wrist.
“This is against the rules.” Zhou Yang looked away. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
Pan Yang shrugged. Fine, if we don't want to sleep together, then we don't have to. We'll have to sleep together eventually anyway, so there's no rush.
The next day, Wang Ji did not attend the morning court session. It seemed that he had been frightened the night before and was in pain all over because he had been beaten by Fang Ruyi, so he simply stayed at home to recuperate.
Then many people started spreading rumors that Wang Ji had been possessed by evil spirits, and many people actually believed it. However, that night, he heard screams coming from the mansion of the people who were on Wang Ji's side, which were very eerie.
Meanwhile, inside Lord Wang's mansion, eerie crying and screams echoed through the night, throwing the entire mansion into chaos.
Then most people were bruised and swollen the next day. Of course, some people said they were seriously ill, while Wang Ji simply said he was sick and lay in his room.
All of this surprised Zhou Yang somewhat, as it seemed a bit too sudden. However, he immediately replaced many officials and appointed many new people to their positions.
When Wang Ji went to court again, he found that half of the officials had been replaced. He was furious and thought that Fan Yang was really something else.
It seems we must get rid of Fan Yang.
Wang Ji stepped forward and addressed Zhou Yang: "Your Majesty, since the Grand Preceptor took office, many ministers in the court have fallen seriously ill, some even claiming the court is haunted. I believe the position of Grand Preceptor is in jeopardy..."
"A clear conscience fears no accusation." Pan Yang immediately spoke up, glancing indifferently at Wang Yuan: "Besides, it was all your people who got into trouble, so why don't you say it was your fault?"
"The Grand Preceptor is quite the smooth talker." Wang Ji snorted coldly, glancing at Fan Yang with a disdainful look: "If the Grand Preceptor weren't incompetent, this wouldn't have happened. Besides, these demons and monsters should be the Grand Preceptor's responsibility."
Pan Yang blinked. If you put it that way, I'll start talking nonsense. He nodded and said seriously, "To tell you the truth, a few days ago I observed the celestial phenomena at night and suddenly discovered that there was a demon in your mansion. After careful calculation, can you guess who that demon is?"
"How would I know?" Wang Ji looked coldly at Fan Yang.
“Indeed, upon closer inspection, I realized that the demon was actually you, sir.” Pan Yang’s tone was flat.
"You! Does the Grand Preceptor mean to execute me?!" Wang Ji sneered, feeling a tightness in his chest. He had truly had enough of the past two weeks, unable to sleep and experiencing all sorts of disturbances.
"That's not what I said." Pan Yang immediately took a few steps back, giving him a look that said, "Don't try to scam me."
"As the Imperial Advisor once said, 'A person with an upright character has nothing to fear.'" Wang Ji finished speaking and then stopped looking at him, which was really infuriating.
"Oh, I'm not afraid. Just pretend I'm leaning and my shadow is straight." Pan Yang shrugged, looking completely indifferent.
Wang Ji was furious. He felt a lump in his throat and took a deep breath. "The Grand Preceptor really knows how to joke," he said.
“Oh, I’m serious.” Pan Yang looked away from Zhou Yang and stepped forward: “I met a young Taoist priest a few days ago. His abilities are no less than mine. Your Majesty has met him before. He can be asked to cleanse the evil spirits from the King.”
Zhou Yang nodded thoughtfully: "In that case, let him in."
Soon, Fang Ruyi walked in with the cloth bag, looking around before sighing.
Wang Ji nearly fainted from anger upon seeing Fang Ruyi, pointing at him and saying, "Your Majesty, he's just a charlatan."
"You! You! You!" Fang Ruyi exclaimed in shock, staring at Wang Ji as if she had witnessed something terrifying: "Your Majesty, this official is surrounded by a heavy aura of yin energy. He has likely been bewitched by evil spirits! He is beyond saving, Your Majesty!"
"What should we do?" Zhou Yang asked, frowning.
"Only by having Your Excellency perform a sacrifice to Heaven can we perhaps stop this strange event in the capital," Fang Ruyi said seizing the opportunity.
"You!" Wang Ji clutched his chest, then looked at his ministers. They were either looking down or looking up, avoiding his gaze. It was obvious they had betrayed him.
"You're all something! I see who can care about your affairs now that I'm not protecting you!" Wang Ji said, then suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Pan Yang took a few steps back, and Fang Ruyi covered her mouth, looking shocked: "This, this, this has nothing to do with me. I haven't even used my magic yet."
Upon hearing this, Wang Ji rolled his eyes and fainted from anger. In the end, the others exchanged glances and sent Wang Ji back to his residence.
After this incident, most people became even more certain that this seemingly harmless emperor was finally about to turn the tide. Naturally, they wanted to save their lives, so they all began to scatter, knowing that when disaster strikes, everyone should flee for their lives.
Wang Ji was ill for two or three months. During this time, Fang Ruyi became increasingly superstitious and went to his mansion gate to perform rituals and shamanistic dances. He wanted to drive her away, but Fang Ruyi directly took out the imperial gold medal in front of the people.
Although everyone understood his intentions, they couldn't bring them out into the open, so they could only swallow their anger.
Inside the palace, Pan Yang sat on the soft couch in the imperial study, watching Zhou Yang review the memorials. These memorials were all about important matters, and the people involved were almost fighting to save their own lives, revealing each other's secrets—it was a dog-eat-dog situation.
Zhou Yang rubbed his temples as he looked at the memorial. It seemed that having power still brought him some headaches. He looked at Pan Yang, who seemed to be enjoying his leisure time.
Pan Yang naturally noticed Zhou Yang's gaze and sat up from the soft couch: "Am I handsome?"
Zhou Yang nodded. Pan Yang was indeed handsome; otherwise, the late emperor wouldn't have brought him into the palace. He took a deep breath and looked away: "Want to play a game of chess?"
"Ah, okay," Pan Yang agreed, although he didn't want to play chess. He would rather lean against Zhou Yang and watch him review memorials than play chess.
The eunuch quickly brought over a chessboard, and Fan Yang made his first move, placing the piece casually in a corner.
Zhou Yang didn't seem to mind his nonchalance, and slowly picked up a white piece and casually placed it down: "You don't need to go easy on me this time."
"I didn't give it to them." Pan Yang denied it outright, propping his head up and grabbing a handful of chess pieces, which was easier that way.
Zhou Yang simply smiled without saying a word. After about an incense stick's time, the outcome of the game was basically decided, and Zhou Yang had won.
"You let me win again." Zhou Yang looked at the chessboard. He had clearly made a few mistakes on purpose. If this person hadn't let him win, he wouldn't have won.
Pan Yang put down the black pieces in his hand and immediately said, "I'll only let you win, not others."
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