Besides lying down, I also know a little about power struggles

Chapter 11 Entering the House
In the main room, Feng Twelve put down the medicine bowl.

"What's the noise?"

The baby-faced guard Xiaonian went out to take a look and reported back, "The vase by the window in the east wing fell."

"How could it fall when there is no wind and no one around?" Feng Twelve asked.

Xiaonian smiled and said, "It's the cat you brought back."

Feng Twelve hesitated for a moment and said, "There are many ornaments over there. Bring it over here and let it live in the small room outside."

Xiaonian was stunned for a moment: "But outside is your study, can you put it there?"

"It's okay," Feng Twelve said, "It can also keep away rats."

"Our yard has always been clean, where did the rats come from?" Xiaonian said, and when he saw Feng Twelve's eyes, he subconsciously covered his mouth and said, "Hey, I'll go right away."

Fang Tong thought she would be scolded for breaking the vase, but Xiaonian came just to ask her to move.

She heard Xiaonian say to the guards with a smile, "His Highness asked me to take it over to catch mice."

Fang Tong widened his eyes, unable to believe his ears.

What? Catch mice?

Don’t they see how old she is?
Is she catching the mouse, or is the mouse catching her?

Fang Tong squatted in the nest with a serious expression.

Don't even think about asking her to catch a mouse. It's so dirty and ugly. You can't bite it with your mouth, or even touch it with your claws!

When she arrived at the main room, she heard Xiaonian say to the people in the inner room through the door curtain: "Your Highness, I put it here."

"Ah."

The person in the room responded.

Xiaonian placed Fang Tong and the cat's bed next to the bookshelf and said with a smile, "Little fairy, you will live here from now on, so please don't break His Highness's things."

Fang Tong shook her ears. Little fairy? Are you referring to her?
After Xiaonian left, Fang Tong listened to the noises in the inner room, only to hear Feng Twelve coughing softly a few times in the room.

She listened to the voices next door and suddenly felt a little more at ease.

This place is much better than the dark east wing. There are voices, the rustle of clothes, and a fresh atmosphere.

In the middle of the room stood a large desk, on which papers, ink, pens and inkstones were neatly placed. Along the wall was a row of bookshelves, which were filled to the brim with books but not appearing messy.

There is a pot of asparagus fern planted in the corner near the window, its lush green branches and leaves are as dense as clouds. There is a lantern hanging under the eaves outside the window, and a little light shines on the bamboo, casting a mottled shadow.

Fang Tong took a closer look at the surrounding furnishings and suspected that Xiaonian's talk of catching mice was just a joke. The place was clean and tidy, and there was no sign of a rat infestation.

At this moment, a little fire light like a star appeared in her eyes.

Feng Twelve held a candlestick, lifted the curtain and stood inside the door.

He was wearing a silver sable grey-green cloak, with the collar half-open, revealing a glimpse of his white inner garment.

He looked towards where Fang Tong was, and saw the kitten lying quietly in its nest, looking at him with its round eyes. His expression softened and he walked towards the kitten.

He came to Fang Tong, put down the candlestick, knelt on one knee, bent down, and reached out to stroke her head.

His fingers rubbed her ears. Fang Tong felt a little itchy. She shook her ears and tilted her head to avoid his touch.

A strong smell of ointment came from his sleeves, which was a bit pungent, and Fang Tong sneezed violently.

She raised her paw and rubbed her face, thinking, this smell is much stronger than during the day, did he change to a new medicine?

Seeing that the kitten didn't seem to like the smell on him, Feng Twelve withdrew his hand and picked up the candlestick again. He stood up and left, the corner of his gray-green clothes disappeared behind the curtain, and the candlelight also disappeared.

Fang Tong looked at the direction he left and felt that he was more like a cat than himself. He came and went lightly. He would rub against her when he was in a good mood and leave when he had enough. If this isn't a cat, then what is he?
She heard a slight sound coming from the bed frame in the inner room, thinking that Feng Twelve had gone to bed, and suddenly realized that they had become roommates.

Although there is a wall separating them, but in modern times, isn't it just like sharing a house with strangers?

Fang Tong scratched her head, feeling a little emotional. In order to make it easier to raise a cat, she had not lived with anyone since she graduated from college. Now, after several years, she didn't expect to live with others again.

But with him here, even if there are mice, it won't be her turn to attack them, right? With the skills of this twelfth prince, killing a whole nest of mice is no problem, let alone one.

Fang Tong felt relieved, curled up in his nest, yawned, and fell asleep peacefully.

Half asleep and half awake, she seemed to see her old cat.

That was the cat she had raised since it was a baby. She picked it up when she was still in the orphanage. The old cat was not yet full-term at that time, and its fur was wet and sticky to its body. It meowed dryly with its eyes half open.

The dean said that the cat might not be able to survive, but Fang Tong was not giving up. He cut a hole in the eye drops bottle, used it as a milk bottle, filled it with hot milk, stuffed the bottle mouth into the kitten's mouth, and squeezed the milk in little by little.

The kitten lay weakly on her legs and drank a few sips of milk. It seemed as if it suddenly had strength. It opened its paws, held the bottle, and began to suck hard.

From then on, Fang Tong had one more playmate than other children. Seeing that the kitten had three colors on its body: black, white and orange, she named it Fang Xiaohua.

Fang Xiaohua stayed with her until half a year ago, when she passed away at the age of 20 in the cat world.

This was the first time Fang Tong had dreamed of it.

Fang Xiaohua still looked the same as she did before she died, lying on the bay window with a big belly exposed, one of her hind legs sticking out of the edge of the windowsill, her head half tilted and looking at her with the sidelong eyes.

The sunlight outside the window shines on it, and its fluffy hair seems to be glowing.

Fang Tong's eyes were hurt by the dazzling light. She walked forward subconsciously, and then she heard a voice -

"Your Highness, are you awake?"

Fang Tong shuddered and suddenly woke up.

The morning light poured in from the window, causing her to squint her eyes. She was stunned for a few seconds before she remembered where she was.

She has traveled through time and luckily and unfortunately turned into a cat.

Fang Tong curled up in her nest. Because of the dream, she was too lazy to move. However, humans have three urgent needs, and so do cats.

She had to get up and slip out of the main door.

Outside the gate, Wei Baichuan greeted her with a smile: "Hey, the little fairy is up?"

Little Fairy again? Fang Tong remembered that the guard Xiaonian also called her that last night. Did they give her a nickname?
She wagged her tail in response, looked around, found a patch of lush grass at the edge of the yard, and rushed over.

When she came out of the bushes after solving her physiological problem, she saw Feng Twelve, neatly dressed, standing at the door and talking to Wei Baichuan.

Wei Baichuan said: "Yesterday afternoon, the guard commander of Prince Ping's palace, Lin Tiande, was whipped in the enclosure."

"Who gave the order?" Feng Twelve asked.

"Prince Ping," Wei Baichuan said, "Prince Ping said that Lin Tiande failed to protect his master, causing him to encounter assassins, so he was whipped thirty times to serve as a warning to others."

Feng Twelve's eyebrows twitched when he heard this: "King Ping was unharmed the day before yesterday, all thanks to the protection of his men. It is unreasonable for him to punish him instead of rewarding him."

"Your Highness, Prince Ping is very different from you," Wei Baichuan said, "He rewards and punishes people based on his mood, not on whether they are right or wrong. He must have been furious because he didn't drag the Crown Prince into this situation the other day, so he took it out on his men."

"No," Feng Twelve said, "The guarding of the enclosure is the responsibility of the palace guards, and has nothing to do with the guards of Prince Ping's palace. Prince Ping blames his subordinates for failing to protect their master, which is equivalent to reprimanding the palace guards. His actions will only embarrass His Majesty. With the lesson of the night before, he should not be so impatient."

"But apart from the Crown Princess being frightened, nothing else happened in the enclosure yesterday." Wei Baichuan touched his chin and suddenly hissed softly, "Could it be that he had someone do the mad dog thing, but it didn't work, so he got angry out of shame?"

(End of this chapter)