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

Chapter 12 Little Fairy

"It's not that simple," Feng Twelve shook his head. "Although His Majesty has temporarily ignored the assassination case, he will investigate it thoroughly after returning to the court. Now that Prince Ping is the victim, he only needs to keep his troops in place and not create unnecessary trouble."

"That's true," Wei Baichuan agreed. "Those assassins from the White Bird Pavilion assassinated Prince Ping in the name of the Crown Prince. It's obvious that someone wanted to provoke a dispute between Prince Ping and the Crown Prince. If you hadn't been attacked that day, I'm afraid Prince Ping would have continued to make trouble."

"Prince Ping and the Crown Prince have always been at odds," said Feng Twelve. "He is impulsive and reckless, and can easily be used as a pawn."

"Your Majesty was ill at the beginning of the year, and some people in the court began to feel restless," Wei Baichuan pondered, "In your opinion, was the murderer who attacked you sent by Prince Ping?"

Feng Twelve did not answer. His eyes moved and looked down the stairs.

Wei Baichuan followed his gaze and saw a snowball bouncing up the stairs.

The kitten has short legs, and the running distance of the stairs is not long. Every time it climbs a step, it has to use all four legs to push off with its two hind legs and pounce with its two front paws, and then flutter up.

Wei Baichuan found it interesting and said with a smile, "Your Highness, I heard from Xiaonian that the little fairy slept in your room last night?"

"Little immortal?" Feng Twelve looked up at him.

Wei Baichuan nodded heavily: "Xiao Nian told us about your experience in the enclosure. It was only thanks to this cat that you were able to get down the mountain safely. Think about it, where did a white cat come from in the wilderness? People say that white foxes are spiritual, and I think a white cat is not bad. It saved your life. What else could it be but a little god?
Fang Tong jumped onto the stairs and shook her ears. Really? She had received such a high evaluation?
But she deserves this title.

Fang Tong held his head high and chest puffed out, walking past the two of them without looking around.

Since she is a little fairy, she has to behave herself.

She had only taken two steps when her feet felt empty and someone grabbed her by the belly and lifted her up.

"You should have people keep a close eye on Prince Ping's Mansion and Luozhou." Feng Twelve said to Wei Baichuan while holding the soft kitten.

"Luozhou?" Wei Baichuan seemed to be thinking about something. "Are you referring to Prince Ping's uncle, Sui Yongdao?"

"Well," Feng Twelve said, "the two men who attacked me the day before yesterday were quite skilled. The guards of Prince Heping's Palace are not of the same type. They are more like soldiers."

"From the army?" Wei Baichuan frowned. "Sui Yongdao led troops to garrison the four states of Beihe. Apart from anything else, he is a master at training soldiers. Your Highness, do you suspect that the murderer is related to him?"

"Lin Tiande was originally a confidant of Sui Yongdao, and King Ping has always trusted him. This whipping is definitely not just to vent his anger, there must be other reasons." Feng Twelve said calmly, "I just suspect it, and I need evidence to prove it."

"Yes, I understand," Wei Baichuan rubbed his hands, "Don't worry, leave Prince Ping's Mansion to me, I will investigate them thoroughly."

"Let me tell the prince about yesterday's news first," Feng Twelve stroked Kitty's neck, "Where's Aunt Zhang?"

Wei Baichuan was stunned: "Your Highness is hungry?"

"Send someone to the kitchen to check. If breakfast is ready, bring it over." Feng Twelve glanced at the kitten in his arms and said, "Including this one."

After a while, Fang Tong squatted beside the nest, sniffing the aroma of food wafting from the table, looking at the black eel paste in front of him, and mustered up the courage to take a lick.

Ugh, it tastes fishy without any seasoning.

She looked up at the table with resentment. Feng Twelve's breakfast was much richer than hers.

In front of him was a bowl of chicken soup with a few oily spots on it. Red dates, angelica and astragalus were added to the soup, which had been simmered for half the night. This was what Aunt Zhang said herself, that the prince was injured and needed blood supplements.

There was also a bowl of glutinous rice porridge and four dishes of snacks to go with the porridge, including salty pickled water chestnuts and roasted chicken breast, sweet steamed fruit fillings and water chestnut cakes, and two fried shepherd's purse pancakes that were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Fang Tong thought that a patient might not be able to eat so much, but Feng Twelve ate it all.

When she saw someone coming in to clear the cups and plates, she swallowed silently.

She also wanted to eat pancakes, drink chicken soup and try some snacks.

She left behind the eel paste she had only eaten a few bites of, and lay back in her nest listlessly, with her tail hanging outside the nest, occasionally slapping the floor.

A shadow fell in her eyes. Feng Twelve squatted down, picked up her bowl and took a look at it. He said to the servant who was cleaning the table, "Ask the kitchen to make another bowl of goat milk and send it over."

The servant withdrew in response. Fang Tong looked at Feng Twelve eagerly. Goat milk? For her?

Feng Twelve saw the kitten staring at him with its round eyes wide open. He smiled slightly and gently scratched its nose with his finger: "Picky eater."

Fang Tong shook his beard and asked, "Why be picky about food? When she was a human being, she was just like him and would never waste food."

Don't think she doesn't know. Humans choose what they like to eat, so they are not picky eaters. But she is a cat now, and cats can't talk, so she can only use practical actions to show what she likes to eat and what she doesn't like.

Seeing the warm goat milk coming, Fang Tong put aside the complaints in his heart and jumped out of the nest happily.

Even though goat milk has a bit of a smell, it is much more delicious than eel paste.

She squatted obediently beside the nest, staring at the goat milk in Feng Twelve's hand with anticipation.

Upon seeing this, Feng Twelve paused with his hand holding the bowl in the air, and finally chuckled.

"Slippery."

Fang Tong blew his beard in dissatisfaction, what a sly guy, is there anything wrong with begging for food?

She meowed softly, stretched out her claws, hooked the hem of Feng Twelve's clothes, and pulled hard twice.

She just didn't believe that he could withstand Maomao's attack.

But Feng Twelve stretched out his hand, gently grasped her paw, and removed the strand of silk thread hooked on her paw.

Fang Tong shrank back suddenly. Oh no, she got carried away and forgot to retract her claws, and the auspicious clouds embroidered on the hem of Feng Twelve's clothes were scratched by her.

Feng Twelve nodded her head and pushed her back to her original position.

"Drink slowly," he put the goat milk in front of her, "Don't choke."

"Ahem, Your Highness——"

Wei Baichuan stood by the door holding a bowl of medicine, coughing and clearing his throat.

He arrived early, just when Feng Twelve was talking to the kitten.

His Highness has always been diligent, either practicing martial arts, reading books, studying military tactics, or handling official business. He is rarely seen slacking off.

Such days may be peaceful, but what’s the point without eating, drinking and having fun.

If they had known that His Highness liked pets, they should have raised a whole yard of cats and dogs like the Prince's Mansion. Not to mention cats and dogs, as long as His Highness liked, they could find sheep, cows, mules, rabbits, etc. Not to mention a whole yard, even a whole mansion would be no problem.

He stood by the door and watched for a long time. If he hadn't been worried that the medicine was getting cold, he would have been reluctant to interrupt Feng Twelve's interest.

Feng Twelve turned around when he heard the voice: "What?"

Wei Baichuan slowly put his right foot, which was parked outside the door, into the threshold and walked into the door happily.

"Your Highness is in a good mood today. It seems that the little fairy and you really get along well."

Feng Twelve stood up and glanced at him: "Give it to me."

"Oh," Wei Baichuan remembered the medicine in his hand and quickly handed it over. "The prince said that he will return to the enclosure this afternoon. Leave the matters over there to him. Our people don't need to send letters to the capital anymore, so as not to arouse the suspicion of His Majesty."

Feng Twelve nodded and drank the medicine in the bowl in one gulp: "Anything else?"

"He also said that the memorials to the emperor are ready, and he will handle the affairs of the court," Wei Baichuan took the empty bowl and whispered, "There is one more thing that the prince only learned about last night, and he asked me to send a message to you."

"What's the matter?" Feng Twelve asked.

(End of this chapter)