Kong Zhouyang's gaze was deep, and the love in his eyes was undisguised. He said, word by word, "I probably like you because it's you."
Pan Yang clicked his tongue, leaning back on the soft couch. What kind of twisted logic was this? He casually asked, "Do you like Song Pan Yang?"
“No, I like you as you are now,” he replied immediately, strangely enough, since he hadn’t planned to attend the young masters’ poetry recital today.
But he just felt that there was someone there, the person he had been looking for had appeared. It was so magical that he saw the boy in the wheelchair at first glance.
Pan Yang didn't press the matter further; there was no way to stop him from being so charming that even he himself couldn't help but like himself.
The sedan chair stopped quickly, and Kong Zhouyang naturally picked up Pan Yang and stepped out of the sedan chair, then carefully placed him in the wheelchair.
Pushing Pan Yang into the Imperial Preceptor's residence.
The Imperial Preceptor's residence was very large. It took about ten minutes to walk to the study, but that might also be because Kong Zhouyang walked very slowly.
"Your Highness, I have a few bodyguards here that I would like to give to you as servants, so that they can take care of your daily needs," Kong Zhouyang said, waving his hand.
Two people emerged from the shadows and knelt before Fan Yang, saying respectfully, "Master, Your Highness the Crown Prince."
Pan Yang raised an eyebrow. Was this someone spying on him? I didn't realize that, Zhou Yang, you're amazing!
Therefore, I must strike first! Taking down Zhou Yang will naturally eliminate many troubles, that's right!
Anyway, the system hasn't released any hidden tasks yet.
001: "Host has detected a hidden mission. Kong Zhouyang, protect his life and don't let him turn evil!"
I f*** you!
Pan Yang remained silent, staring blankly at Kong Zhouyang, and snorted coldly, "Do you think he needs my protection?"
001! "I think he needs it! Host, cheer up!"
Seeing his expression, Kong Zhouyang assumed he was unhappy, so he squatted down to be at eye level with Pan Yang and asked, "You don't like them?"
Pan Yang took a deep breath: "I love it, I love it so much."
“Then they’ll follow you from now on,” Kong Zhouyang quickly said, afraid that he would change his mind.
Upon hearing this, the two guards on the ground bowed to Pan Yang again.
"Your subordinate reads the instructions."
"Your subordinate, Si Yang."
"Greetings, Master," the two said in unison.
It's easy to imagine what their former master was thinking.
Pan Yang didn't ask the two people's names, and nodded to indicate that they were ready.
Seeing this, Nianpan hid in the shadows, while Siyang walked up and stood behind Panyang.
"How about we take a stroll in the garden? Although it's not as nice as the palace's back garden, the flowers there are all of the highest quality," Kong Zhouyang suggested.
"I don't want to see it." Pan Yang refused outright. I'm here to conquer the world! How could I possibly stop in the back garden?
001: "Host, if you don't want to watch, then don't want to watch. Why all this drama!"
Upon hearing this, Kong Zhouyang's smile froze slightly, but he continued in a gentle tone, "Is Your Highness tired?"
Pan Yang shook his head: "Kong Zhouyang, if you really like me, then control yourself."
"What do you mean by that, Your Highness?" Kong Zhouyang's smile faded slightly, and his eyes suppressed a strange emotion.
Pan Yang did not speak again, but quietly looked at Kong Zhouyang.
He was all too familiar with the aura emanating from Kong Zhouyang; it was the result of years of repression, the madness hidden beneath an extremely calm exterior, and he didn't need that kind of affection.
After a long while, Fan Yang turned the wheels of his wheelchair himself: "I'm going back to the East Palace. Come find me again when you've thought things through."
Kong Zhouyang did not stop him, but watched him leave quietly until he could no longer see Pan Yang, then he looked away.
Upon returning to the palace, he was unsurprisingly stopped by Song Linan.
The man, with an air of superiority, said with a slightly mocking tone, "You really think you've become a dragon just because you've latched onto the Imperial Advisor? Song Panyang, let me tell you, the position of Crown Prince will only belong to me from now on."
"Congratulations then," Pan Yang said nonchalantly.
"What?" Song Linan looked at Pan Yang in disbelief.
The man sat lazily in his wheelchair, his gaze calm and devoid of any anger, as if he were the clown, showing off everywhere.
"Let's go." Si Yang heard Pan Yang's words and continued pushing the wheelchair towards the East Palace.
Song Linan sneered and continued speaking to Pan Yang, "Song Pan Yang! You'll be begging me sooner or later."
For the next few days, people came to cause trouble for Pan Yang. It was obvious that Song Linan had instructed them to do so. Pan Yang retorted to them all and had Si Yang teach them a lesson.
After this incident, rumors began to circulate throughout the capital that the Crown Prince had suddenly changed his personality and seemed to be possessed by some kind of monster, and that the Crown Prince would not live for more than a few months.
What Pan Yang did was to have Si Yang push him around the entire capital and join in the discussions.
Now everyone was even more certain that the current crown prince was possessed by an evil spirit, and that it was very serious!
Meanwhile, the possessed prince was fishing by the lake, completely unconcerned.
Seeing that its host seemed to be giving up, 001 was now more worried than the emperor was.
001: "Host, where did your previous momentum go! We're going to stage a comeback! The throne! We're going to consolidate power!"
"So, can I just kill the emperor and Song Linan?"
"Can't!"
"Look! This is what prevented me from making a comeback!" Pan Yang said in a tone that implied that this was Pan Yang's fault.
001 felt utterly exhausted: "Host, please follow the established path to turn the tables. Taking shortcuts is not an option!" Why can't my host just calm down and act normally?
"Why can't I take shortcuts because I have the ability?!"
“But host, you’re in a wheelchair now, so there’s no way you can secretly kill them,” 001 replied.
That's easy!
Pan Yang waved his hand and said in a serious tone, "Nian Pan, Si Yang is entrusting you two with an important and arduous task."
001 realized what was happening and immediately shouted, "Host, you can't do this! Please, have some decency!"
"Buy me some pastries, only those made by that old man surnamed Zhang in the South Market. Also, some fishing bait from the North Market. I suspect the reason I can't catch any fish is because of the bait." Pan Yang looked strong and serious, as if this was a matter of utmost importance.
Upon hearing this, Nianpan and Siyang looked around and, finding it safe, gave a brief instruction before going to buy the items.
001 breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, its host hadn't caused any trouble. It had really had enough.
As soon as the two guards left, it was as if a switch had been flipped for bad luck for Pan Yang, as several noble young men walked towards him in a slovenly manner.
The leader was named Li De, Song Linan's number one lackey. Li De placed his hand on Pan Yang's wheelchair.
"Hey, isn't this the Crown Prince? What a coincidence, the Crown Prince is also enjoying fishing here?"
“Brother Li, you’re joking. Someone like the Crown Prince isn’t just someone who can only fish to pass the time,” another person said.
"Hey, how can you talk like that? This is the Crown Prince." Li De patted Pan Yang on the shoulder as he spoke. "The Crown Prince hasn't caught the fish yet. How about I help His Highness?"
As Li De spoke, a cunning glint flashed in his eyes.
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