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

Chapter 115 Which Lady?
Fang Tong smiled slightly and met his gaze.

"Be soft on Little Cotton, and be honest with me."

She was not a child, so how could she not see that Feng Twelve was far more complicated than he appeared.

But the world is not black and white. The Feng Twelve she knew was worthy of being called a good man, and a good man who was occasionally awkward.

She sighed faintly: "Your Highness, can we go now? I'm hungry."

She didn't want to stand on the side of the road and discuss human nature with him. It was already dark, and she was still looking forward to eating noodles under the bridge.

"Little Twelve, why are you here?" A voice sounded, causing Fang Tong to turn around and look.

A carriage stopped in front. Feng Yuyang leaned half of his body out of the carriage and waved over here.

Feng Twelve glanced at Fang Tong and said, "Wait for me here."

He came to the car, and before he could speak, Feng Yuyang could not wait to say, "Little Twelve, I went to your house to look for you. Wei Baichuan said you were not there, and I thought you didn't want to see guests, but I didn't expect you were really not there."

"What do you want from me?" Feng Twelve asked.

Feng Yuyang smiled and said, "What else do you want to say? Of course, congratulations on becoming a prince."

"Thank you." Feng Twelve nodded slightly, "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

"Wait," Feng Yuyang stretched out his hand, "give me a hand."

He got off the carriage with his jade cane and moved closer to Feng Twelve: "You are quite capable. You faked your death and returned to the capital. This must have been planned a long time ago. I was sad for you for a few days."

"In an emergency, we must take the necessary measures."

"Don't give me that," Feng Yuyang said dissatisfiedly, "You are still playing tricks on me even at this point. If you are in a hurry, where is the Crown Prince? How did he show up in the capital for no reason? I was afraid that the Crown Princess would be bullied by Prince Ping, so I came to help her out. I didn't expect that I was just being sentimental."

Feng Twelve remained calm and said, "If you are unhappy, you can go and talk to the prince."

Feng Yuyang choked.

He sighed, "I don't even dare to mess with you, so how dare I mess with him? I'm not that idiot like Lao Liu."

He glanced around and lowered his voice, "I've heard about what happened last night. How does His Majesty plan to deal with Old Six?"

"I don't know." Feng Twelve answered simply.

Feng Yuyang stared at him for a long while: "You are kidding me, you are the prince's confidant, even if His Majesty doesn't tell you, he will tell the prince."

"You want to know so much?" Feng Twelve asked.

Feng Yuyang curled his lips and said, "The crime of treason is either execution or imprisonment. Based on my understanding of Your Majesty, Lao Liu will not die."

"Why?"

Feng Yuyang smiled, raised his cane and tapped the ground: "Your Majesty often says that there is affection in the royal family. The Sixth Prince's abdication has already humiliated him. If he executes the Sixth Prince, wouldn't it be like announcing to the world that the past fatherly love and filial piety were all fake? So I guess he will just quietly imprison the Sixth Prince, and when the world has forgotten the existence of this Prince Ping, he can do whatever he wants to him. Do you think I'm right?"

"Instead of wasting time guessing about these things, why not just have some fun?" Feng Twelve said.

"Who said I didn't have fun?" Feng Yuyang said with a smile, "I went out tonight and wanted to go to your house to play, but you were not there, so I had to wander around the capital alone. Who would have thought that I would run into you here."

He turned his gaze and looked towards the alley not far away, smiling even more: "I didn't expect to see you walking with a girl. Whose family is she from?"

"You don't know him." Feng Twelve said.

"Nonsense, if I knew her, would I ask you?" Feng Yuyang glanced at him, "Even if you don't tell me, I can guess that she is the orphan you rescued outside?"

“How come you see?”

Feng Yuyang grinned, "Besides her, which other woman have you had a close relationship with? I heard from my subordinates that you brought a woman with you when you went to Guzhou. It is said that you rescued her on the way. There are not so many girls for you to rescue every day, so I guess they must be the same person."

"So what?" Feng Twelve did not deny it. Feng Yuyang said, "I can't believe you, Little Twelve. You brought her to the capital. Wasn't she missing? Where did you find her?"

"I have my own way." Feng Twelve said, "Since you are so well-informed, do you know that a clerk in your house died?"

Feng Yuyang's smile faded and his expression became slightly solemn.

"You mean Liu Congwen?" He sighed, "If I had known that he would encounter such a disaster, I should have brought him to Linshui County. It was his idea to organize my literary meeting."

Feng Twelve asked: "Has the government found out the cause of death?"

Feng Yuyang nodded: "Liu Congwen was killed by Jianghu people."

"Guzhou's law and order is tight, where did these people from the underworld come from?"

"Not sure," Feng Yuyang said, "Prefect Song personally investigated this case. It is said that a few vagrants came to Guzhou, probably hoping to find some fat sheep in the city, and happened to meet Liu Congwen. He was just a scholar, weak and powerless, so it was easy for him to rob him of his money, but I don't know whether he didn't get the money or refused to give up after taking the money, so he stabbed him, and his life was lost just like that."

"Does he have parents or family?" Feng Twelve asked.

Feng Yuyang sighed and said, "Liu Congwen's parents are both dead, and he has been single all this time. I have already ordered the palace to arrange a good funeral for him, so it is not in vain that he has been with me."

"I have seen the 100-year-old life story he prepared for you," Feng Twelve said, "This man is really capable, but unfortunately he has a bad fate."

Feng Yuyang smiled and shook his head: "Little Twelve, how come you also start to believe in fate?"

"It's just a casual remark, don't take it seriously." Feng Twelve called the driver over, "Help Prince Jing get on the carriage."

"Hey, don't leave in such a hurry." Feng Yuyang tried to hold him back, but he avoided him. "Little Twelve, where do you want to go? I'll give you a ride."

"Need not."

After Feng Twelve finished speaking, he returned to the alley entrance.

Fang Tong saw him coming over and smiled softly: "Are you done?"

"Well," Feng Twelve said, "I kept you waiting."

"Not long." Fang Tong smiled, "I'm just worried that if I go there too late, the boatmen under the bridge will have closed their stalls."

"Don't worry, it's hot in the summer, they will set up the stalls until late at night."

Feng Twelve led her out. Fang Tong turned around and saw, "Prince Jing's carriage is still following us."

"Don't worry about it," Feng Twelve said calmly, "He will give up when we reach the next intersection."

"Why?" Fang Tong was curious.

This question was quickly answered.

A long stone staircase extends downward, winding and twisting, disappearing deep into the alley.

Fang Tong lifted her skirt and followed Feng Twelve downstairs.

"You did it on purpose." She laughed as she walked. "Prince Jing's carriage can't reach here, and his legs are not in good condition. You deliberately chose such a difficult path."

"It's not intentional," Feng Twelve said, "This is a shortcut. Going down and heading north is the Chui Liu Bridge."

After walking for a while, they could hear the sound of gurgling water. The stone steps under their feet looked a little darker, as if they had been stained with moisture for many years, and thin moss had grown on both sides.

This road is probably not often walked on. It becomes narrower as you go down. The narrow stone slabs have not been repaired for many years and are full of cracks.

Fang Tong held her skirt in both hands and followed behind Feng Twelve, walking with some difficulty.

The surroundings were very quiet. Although we were in a busy city, this place felt like a wilderness. Apart from the sound of water, the only sound was the rustling of stones under our feet.

Seeing that he was only a few steps away from the end, Fang Tong lost his concentration, slipped, and fell backwards.