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

Chapter 154: Not Grown Crooked

"It doesn't matter if there is one," Feng Twelve said, "If you don't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door."

"If Liu Congwen is a ghost, then Prince Jing's Mansion must have done something wrong," Fang Tong analyzed, "otherwise Liu Congwen would not have written that secret poem, let alone been killed."

"You are right," Feng Twelve praised, "Although Feng Yuyang was not in Guzhou at the time, Liu Congwen had been with him for many years and had always been valued by him. When he heard the news of Liu Congwen's death, his reaction was unusually calm, which made him even more suspicious."

Fang Tong groaned: "Either he knows Liu Congwen's identity, or Feng Yuyang is a cold-hearted person. But if he is really cold-hearted, then his various attempts to show kindness in front of you seem to have ulterior motives."

"That's right," Feng Twelve said, "His appearance was particularly abrupt from the beginning, and coupled with his relationship with the Five Mountains Man, we have to be on guard."

"If he knows the identities of Qingluan and the others, and is even the mastermind from the beginning, what is his purpose?" Fang Tong couldn't figure it out, "Does he want to seize the position of Crown Prince?"

Even if a disabled prince wanted to become the crown prince, not only would the emperor look down on him, but the ministers would also strongly oppose it.

"In terms of age, the crown prince is the oldest, and Feng Yuyang is the second oldest." Feng Twelve said, "If he is not disabled, and if anything happens to the crown prince, the position of heir should be his turn."

Fang Tong tilted his head: "Is his leg lame?"

"Since he was born, his left leg has been two inches shorter than his right leg," Feng Twelve said, "This is absolutely true, so Your Majesty agreed to let him go to another place to be a vassal."

Feng Yuyang was in the capital, and seeing that other princes were in good health, he inevitably felt inferior over time. His mother pleaded with the emperor many times before he got him the fief of Guzhou. For the emperor, it was inevitable that he felt upset to see his lame son wandering around in front of him all day, so he agreed to the imperial concubine's request and sent Feng Yuyang far away so that he would not be bothered by him.

"So he is destined not to be the crown prince," Fang Tong held his chin and thought, "Is it possible that he just wants to cause trouble?"

If you can't get it, you will destroy it. From the dispute between King Ping and the Crown Prince, we can see that there has been an invisible hand behind the scenes stirring up trouble, with the purpose of making both King Ping and the Crown Prince suffer losses.

"There is a kind of person who harms others without benefiting himself," Fang Tong said, "If he is not doing well, he cannot bear to see others doing well."

Although this speculation was too dark, she didn't have much good feelings towards the royal family after listening to Feng Twelve's stories about the past. Since the emperor was a selfish person, there was no guarantee that other princes would not follow suit.

Thinking of this, Fang Tong looked at Feng Twelve again.

To be fair, Feng Twelve's temperament is rather cold, but fortunately, he has been in contact with not only the emperor since childhood, but also his mother, his master, and even the prince, all of whom have given him enough warmth.

Seeing her staring at him without saying anything, Feng Twelve's eyes moved slightly, and he met her gaze and asked, "What do you want to say?"

"It's a good thing you didn't grow crooked." Fang Tong said with emotion.

Feng Twelve was stunned.

"Really?" He seemed to be asking a question, or talking to himself.

"Of course," Fang Tong nodded seriously, "Although your personality is not very likable, only after getting to know you more can you know that you are cold on the outside but warm on the inside."

"Not likable?" Feng Twelve asked slowly, then smiled, "Indeed."

Seeing that he only listened to half of what she said, Fang Tong quickly waved her hand: "Don't just listen to the first half. I mean, you are cold on the outside but warm on the inside, which is good."

Feng Twelve raised his eyes: "Really?"

"More real than real gold." Fang Tong blurted out, "If you were really unlikable, how could we become friends?"

Feng Twelve looked at her: "Because you are very good."

She can tolerate everything and adapt herself to whatever situation she goes to. Once she settles down in the capital, she will meet more people and have a happier life.

Fang Tong was suddenly stunned, feeling like he had been given a nice guy card.

"The ancients said that gentlemen are harmonious but different. That's not right," she thought again and corrected herself. "The ancients said that people with different ideals cannot work together. Birds of a feather flock together. The reason I can sit with you today is, of course, because we share the same ideals."

After this impassioned resignation, she was almost moved by herself, but she saw that Feng Twelve's face was still calm, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes, but upon closer inspection, there was nothing in them.

"Yeah." He nodded slightly. Fang Tong looked at him with dissatisfaction: "You don't have to be so polite in front of me."

It was not the first day that she knew him, not to mention that he had revealed all his secrets to her. Faced with such trust, it would be a lie to say that she was not moved. Fang Tong felt extremely terrified and even wondered how she had deserved it.

"Feng Twelve," she said seriously, "You should smile more often."

Feng Twelve looked at her, as if he didn't quite understand: "Why?"

"Because I like to see other people laugh," Fang Tong said, "especially you, you look pretty when you laugh."

When she said this, Feng Twelve's eyes moved and he turned to look at a corner of the carriage.

"Here we are," he said.

Only then did Fang Tong realize that the carriage had already stopped.

"Get off the car." Feng Twelve said.

His tone was steady, but his eyes remained to the side, not looking at her.

Fang Tong suddenly felt mischievous. She rolled her eyes, stood up and squatted in front of him, just blocking his way out of the car.

She held her chin with both hands, letting her skirt drag on the floor, and looked at him with twinkling eyes: "You haven't finished yet, has Lin Yue translated Liu Congwen's secret letter?"

“I don’t know.” Feng Twelve sat where he was and gave a brief answer.

He gave the letter and went to Luozhou. He just came back last night and has not met Lin Yue yet.

"Let's go ask him." Fang Tong said, "If he finds anything, we can deal with it."

It was "us" again. Feng Twelve looked at her steadily and said, "If he finds anything, he will report it to His Majesty."

"Can't I tell you after I report to His Majesty?" Fang Tong raised his head and said patiently, "Knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in every battle. Qingluan is still watching us in the dark. No matter who is behind her, we must not let our guard down."

They now have so many suspects that they feel itchy if they don't figure it out.

Seeing her insistence, Feng Twelve sighed inaudibly, "I have already asked the Dali Temple. Lin Yue also left the capital after I went to Luozhou."

According to the Dali Temple, Lin Yue was on a business trip out of Beijing, but the Dali Temple remained tight-lipped about where he was going and what he was doing.

"Could he have gone to Guzhou?" Fang Tong asked, "If it was because of Liu Congwen's secret letter, the emperor would have sent someone reliable to Guzhou to investigate, so he let Lin Yue leave the capital."

"I went to the palace to see the emperor today. Judging from his majesty's reaction, Lin Yue probably hasn't sent back any news yet," Feng Twelve said. "Even if he went to Guzhou, he would only be investigating the cause of Liu Congwen's death. He may not be able to prove that Qingluan and Feng Yuyang are related."

"That's true." Fang Tong nodded, "So here in the capital, we still have to rely on ourselves."

"Just focus on setting up your new home," Feng Twelve said, "I'll let you know if there's any news."

"Really?" Fang Tong squinted.

Feng Twelve laughed: "Yeah."

"It's a deal." Fang Tong stretched out his hand to high-five him.

Feng Twelve paused, then reached out and patted her palm lightly.

Fang Tong fell back onto the floor with a thud.

The two looked at each other, Fang Tong curled his lips and showed an apologetic expression: "Sorry, I squatted for too long and my legs are numb."