"How about we go hunting together tomorrow, Your Majesty?" The man was dressed in fine clothes and had an extraordinary air about him, but there was a hint of mockery in his voice. "Look at my memory. I forgot that Your Majesty has difficulty walking. Even if you go, it will be rather boring to watch."
Pan Yang looked around at the scene. In a courtyard, a group of people dressed in fine clothes looked like noble young masters having a small gathering. They were all standing and looking in this direction, while he was sitting in a wheelchair.
001: "Teleport to the storyline!"
This is an ancient world. The original owner was the crown prince of Yan, the most powerful country in this world, named Song Panyang. The original owner was made crown prince almost immediately after birth because his mother was the emperor's most favored concubine. She died in childbirth, and the original owner was also weak and sickly from a young age.
Furthermore, she broke both legs in an accident and has been confined to a wheelchair ever since. The one who just mocked the original owner was Song Linan, the only prince besides the original owner. It is rumored that the original owner would not live past the age of twenty-two, and after the original owner's death, the crown prince would naturally be Song Linan. The emperor seemed to have tacitly agreed and almost completely ignored the original owner, only giving her some money every day.
Ultimately, the original owner of this body lost his life due to Song Linan's schemes, and Pan Yang's mission was to become emperor and make Song Linan suffer a fate worse than death. Now, a group of ministers' children are composing poems together, and he's being challenged by them.
Pan Yang blinked, looked at his legs, and tried to stand up but found it was no use; he was truly lame.
Seeing that Pan Yang did not react, Song Linan continued, "If Your Majesty really wants to go, it's not impossible, but you must be careful. Otherwise, it would make me very sad if you were to pass away suddenly." Although he spoke with sadness, he had a smile on his face.
"But I am the Crown Prince."
Pan Yang was not angered at all. Instead, he calmly looked into Song Linan's eyes and said indifferently, "I am the Crown Prince and you are just a prince. If you are lucky, you will become a prince in the future. Why are you so happy?"
“Heh, so what if he’s the Crown Prince? He’s still a short-lived man.” Song Linan retorted, “Your Majesty, you’re taking good care of yourself. You can’t even walk. If I were Your Majesty, I probably wouldn’t survive either. It would be a waste to live like Your Majesty.”
Pan Yang looked at Song Linan quietly. Because of his height, he had to look up to meet Song Linan's gaze, but Pan Yang's demeanor was indifferent and calm, like the deep sea, which made people feel a little scared.
"You're getting impatient, you're getting impatient." Pan Yang said expressionlessly, leaving everyone speechless. They had expected the Crown Prince to say something else, but this was what he said instead.
"Pfft, hahahaha." Song Linan burst out laughing upon hearing this: "Brother, has your brain been damaged too?" I almost thought this cripple had changed his appearance, but it's laughable that the cripple is still the same useless cripple.
“The Crown Prince is really confused. Why don’t you go back and ask the imperial physician to take a good look at him?” someone next to Song Linan echoed.
"Yes, the Crown Prince's health probably needs a few more days of recuperation."
"The Imperial Advisor has arrived!" the eunuch shouted.
For a moment, everyone fell silent and looked towards the entrance, where a sedan chair appeared in their view.
The sedan chair looked very ornate, and each of its four corners had a silver bell that made a clear, ringing sound.
The Grand Preceptor's name was Kong Zhouyang. His position in the Yan Kingdom was almost unshakeable. He could even be said to be the most influential person besides the emperor, and even the emperor had to show him respect.
The man, dressed in a long blue robe, slowly stepped down from the sedan chair. He had a handsome face and long, silver-white hair. He exuded a cold aura, giving the impression that he was an unapproachable snow lotus from a high mountain.
Kong Zhouyang walked straight up to Fan Yang and asked, "What are you doing?"
Upon hearing this, Song Linan immediately spoke up: "Imperial Preceptor, my brother and I were composing poems. May I ask what brings you here, Imperial Preceptor?" He knew that if he were to ascend the throne, the first person he would win over was Kong Zhouyang.
"What are you doing?" Kong Zhouyang seemed not to hear his answer, and instead looked at Fan Yang and spoke again.
Pan Yang blinked, looked up and met Kong Zhouyang's gaze. Kong Zhouyang's eyes were deep, but they seemed to suppress other emotions.
"Just bantering," Pan Yang said casually.
“You don’t need to worry.” Kong Zhouyang said, glancing around. “If you are threatened, they won’t dare to touch you with me here.”
"What are you saying, Imperial Advisor? He is the Crown Prince. How dare we threaten the Crown Prince?" someone said.
Upon hearing this, Song Linan replied, "Imperial Preceptor, how could we possibly harm the Emperor? You must know that the Emperor is already in such a difficult situation, how could we possibly make things difficult for him?"
Kong Zhouyang glanced at Song Linan and said coldly, "I didn't give you permission to speak."
Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent, not even daring to continue their whispered discussions, for fear of angering the Grand Preceptor.
"You speak," Kong Zhouyang said, looking at the eunuch behind Fan Yang.
That person was the one who usually served Pan Yang, but he was a coward when it came to trouble, completely useless, and even despised this crippled crown prince from the bottom of his heart.
Pan Yang blinked. Oh, there was actually someone behind me. If Kong Zhouyang hadn't suddenly called him, Pan Yang would have completely overlooked this servant.
"This servant..." Upon hearing this, the eunuch quickly looked at Song Linan, only to see a threatening look in Song Linan's eyes. He immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "This servant was just distracted and did not know the situation at the time. Logically speaking, His Highness the Crown Prince should have been reciting poems with the Second Prince."
This put him in a dilemma. If he told the truth, Song Linan would not let him live; if he didn't, a servant who didn't help his master deserved to die.
Upon hearing this, Kong Zhouyang narrowed his eyes, and everyone felt the surrounding atmosphere become even colder. Then, the Grand Preceptor waved his hand.
The shadow guard, hidden in the shadows, killed the eunuch with a single blow. The eunuch, his face filled with terror, fell straight to the ground.
"I wonder if Your Highness would like to visit my residence?" Though it was a question, he had already begun pushing Pan Yang's wheelchair toward the sedan chair.
Pan Yang raised an eyebrow, then suddenly chuckled, "Does the Imperial Advisor like me?"
His words shocked everyone around him.
Kong Zhouyang also stopped in his tracks. Everyone felt that the Crown Prince had probably gone mad. With such a powerful figure as the Imperial Advisor helping him out of a predicament, he should be more careful and get along better with the Imperial Advisor.
Wouldn't speaking like that offend the Imperial Advisor and be courting death?
"Your Majesty, I truly admire you." A hint of a smile flickered in Kong Zhouyang's eyes, despite his usual fury.
Then he picked up Pan Yang and took a few steps into the sedan chair.
Everyone felt that he had gone mad, truly mad. The Imperial Preceptor, who was second only to the Emperor, had actually admitted in public that he liked the Crown Prince!
He placed Pan Yang on the soft couch, and the sedan chair was spacious enough that he could lie down directly.
"Did they bully you?" Kong Zhouyang looked at Pan Yang, his tone gentle, afraid that he might scare him if he was too harsh.
"No," Pan Yang replied immediately.
How could that be? I'm a big shot! How could I let someone bully me and still have any dignity?!
As soon as he finished speaking, the sedan chair fell silent.
Kong Zhouyang looked at Huan Yang with a hint of disappointment in his eyes, seemingly lost in thought, but he still gazed at him quietly, as if trying to etch him into his heart.
Unable to bear it any longer, Huan Yang finally asked, "Why do you like me?"
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