Not long after, Gao Shen was executed along with his entire family. As for the relationship between Zhou Yang and Pan Yang, they were practically inseparable.
At first, the ministers thought of sending a few women to Emperor Yang, so that he could at least have an heir. But later they dared not do so, and every time they sent a woman, she would be sent to disaster relief.
Incidentally, they also confiscated his family property, and their reasons were all reasonable and well-founded, making it impossible to refuse.
Ultimately, they chose to compromise, since there was no other way even if they didn't.
However, as time went on, both of them became less interested in holding power, so they simply adopted a child from the common people, planning to hand over the throne to the child as soon as he came of age, and then the two of them would run away.
Of course, the important task of looking after the child was left to Tao Xin.
Tao Xin was truly on the verge of tears, but upon hearing about the salary increase, she suddenly felt that she deserved to endure this hardship!
After the morning court session, Pan Yang lay on the soft couch in the imperial study, while Zhou Yang sat at the table reviewing memorials.
Pan Yang felt drowsy and didn't know how much time had passed when he suddenly felt someone touch him. He opened his eyes and sat up after seeing that it was Zhou Yang.
Her voice was hoarse from just waking up: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Zhou Yang touched his nose awkwardly, sat down next to Pan Yang, and Pan Yang leaned against him.
"Have you finished reading the memorials?"
“I’ve finished reading.” Zhou Yang looked at Pan Yang. This man really didn’t seem like an emperor. There probably wasn’t a single emperor in history who was as leisurely as him.
Hearing this, Pan Yang took a deep breath and simply pulled Zhou Yang to lie down on the soft couch together: "Let's take a nap together." It's true that being an emperor is exhausting; you get up earlier than the chickens and go to bed later than the dogs.
Zhou Yang was somewhat helpless, but ultimately didn't resist: "Okay."
Tao Xin happened to see this scene when she was serving the meal, and to be honest, she was already used to it.
Soon, another Qixi Festival arrived, and Emperor Yang of Sui simply decided to save trouble by not holding a palace banquet, claiming that the ministers would certainly prefer to spend time with their wives.
As for those ministers who don't have wives, why don't you hurry up and go find some!
The Qixi Festival officially begins in the evening. There is no curfew, and men and women come to the streets, making it a lively and festive day.
Of course, Pan Yang directly led Zhou Yang to sneak out of the palace by climbing over the wall. As for why they didn't just openly go through the main gate, Zhou Yang didn't understand either.
Pan Yang chose to remain silent. Could he say that he was so used to climbing over walls that he forgot to use the main entrance? No!
The two walked hand in hand down the street, the sounds of vendors calling out their wares filling the air. Finally, Zhou Yang stopped at a red rope stall.
As soon as the two stopped, the man immediately said, "Gentlemen, why don't you buy two? These red threads were obtained from the Temple of the Old Man Under the Moon. Give one to the girl you love and wear one yourself, and you'll surely grow old together."
Zhou Yang looked at the red rope, picked one up, and examined it for a long time: "Does it have to be a man and a woman?"
The stall owner was taken aback for a moment, then quickly realized: "Of course, it can be between men and women! As long as the two people are in love and tie this red string, they will be blessed by the God of Marriage and will definitely stay together for life."
"Buy two."
"Alright, two copper coins for two sticks."
Zhou Yang gave him the money, picked out two red ropes from a pile, pulled Pan Yang's hand to tie them for him, and then asked Pan Yang to tie them for him.
Looking at the red string on his wrist, Pan Yang said, "You believe in ghosts and gods? Even without this, I would always be with you."
"I don't believe it." Zhou Yang shook his head. He naturally didn't believe in any gods or Buddhas. He looked at Pan Yang: "I just wanted to tie it with His Majesty. It seems everyone else is doing it."
Upon hearing this, Pan Yang looked around at the people and noticed that almost everyone in a couple had a red string on their wrist. "Alright," he thought.
He shrugged and naturally took Zhou Yang's hand: "Let's continue."
The two strolled around for a long time, just like any other ordinary couple, doing almost all the fun things.
The two eventually reached the bridge. It was already very late, and most people had already gone home to sleep.
The two stood there quietly, a few lanterns floating haphazardly in the river, the night breeze brushing against their hair, everything was so peaceful.
Zhou Yang held Pan Yang's hand tightly. For some reason, the more peaceful it was, the more flustered he felt. Pan Yang naturally noticed that something was wrong with him.
"What's wrong?" His voice was flat.
Zhou Yang glanced at Fan Yang, and after a long while, sighed: "Your Majesty, I like you."
“I know.” Pan Yang nodded, looking as if it were a matter of course.
Zhou Yang couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing. It all happened so suddenly. He had originally thought that his fate would be to be overthrown by the ministers, become a sinner, or suffer a lifetime of abuse.
To everyone's surprise, none of this happened, and instead, he naturally became the true Ninth Prince.
Pan Yang suddenly sneezed and sniffed.
"Has Your Majesty caught a cold?"
"Ha! How could that be?!" The big boss couldn't possibly catch a cold!
However, the morning after returning to the palace, Pan Yang was diagnosed with a cold, and the big boss lost all face!
Zhou Yang looked at Pan Yang, who was lying on the bed pretending to be dead, and found it somewhat amusing. However, the man's face remained tense and expressionless. In the end, Zhou Yang had to pull him out and force him to take the medicine.
As the years passed, when their adopted prince came of age, the two of them unhesitatingly became hands-off parents.
Tao Xin initially cried and made a fuss, wanting to follow Huan Yang, but in the end, seeing the new emperor's helpless gaze, she chose to stay. Of course, if she had seen the cunning in the new emperor's eyes, she wouldn't have stayed.
Afterwards, Pan Yang would occasionally send letters, since Tao Xin genuinely cared about him in a certain sense, so Pan Yang didn't mind just sending letters.
After traveling all over the country, the two found a quiet bamboo forest and went into seclusion.
The two eventually left together.
001: "Teleport back to system space!"
Looking at the vast expanse of white space, Pan Yang rubbed his temples. To be honest, he was quite tired after being passed around for so long.
"Does the host want to rest for a while?" 001's slightly concerned voice rang in Pan Yang's ear.
Pan Yang looked at 001, and finally shook his head: "The next world."
“Alright.” 001 was a little worried, but seeing that Pan Yang didn’t hesitate, she continued, “Send us to the next world.”
But as soon as Fan Yang left, the data for 001 flashed. Seeing the familiar code, I panicked a little. Oh my god, is this for real?!
"Hello, Master~"
Jiang Qingyan sneered: "You really have a lot of nerve."
001 remained silent. What could it do? It was a helpless system. It had thought it could cut off contact for a long time, but it had miscalculated.
"001, you probably don't want your main program code to be destroyed, do you?" Jiang Qingyan's voice carried these threats.
Depend on!
"Master, you must understand that my program just malfunctioned before! I was just confused for a moment!"
"Heh." Jiang Qingyan saw a glint of darkness in its eyes: "You need to understand, this is your last chance."
"..." It really had no words to express its suffering now.
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