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

Chapter 155 If You Don’t Want to Answer, You Don’t Have to Answer
Xiaonian sat on the shaft of the carriage, waiting for the people in the car to get out, but they still didn't get out. He waited for the people in the car to get out, but they still didn't get out.

Seeing that the carriage had been stopped at the gate of the palace for almost a cup of tea, and the gate guards were staring at it in surprise, he finally couldn't help coughing and reminded the people in the carriage: Your Highness, we're here. If you have anything more to say to Miss Fang, can you please enter the palace first?

Xiaonian had just coughed when he saw the car curtain lifted and Feng Twelve helped Fang Tong out of the car.

Xiaonian couldn't stop coughing and choking.

Feng Twelve glanced at him, jumped off the carriage, and reached out to Fang Tong.

As soon as Fang Tong put her hand on him, he pulled her hard and she fell into his arms.

Feng Twelve picked the man up and carried him horizontally, then walked into the mansion.

Xiaonian opened his mouth wide and sat in the car in amazement.

Fang Tong went from being stunned to being silent and then to being numb. He looked at the sky above his head and then at Feng Twelve's face.

"This way we can walk faster." Feng Twelve's face was calm.

Fang Tong nestled in his arms, folded her hands in front of her chest, feeling a little unsure where to put them.

Feng Twelve hugged her right away, which frightened her more than making her shy. It was true that her legs were numb, but there was no need to... make such a big fuss.

Seeing that all the servants and maids along the way were staring at them intently, Fang Tong didn't know whether to struggle or not. After thinking for a long time, he simply pretended to be dead in his arms.

Just hug her. When she was a cat, he hugged her many times.

Having said that, Fang Tong's ears were still slowly getting hot under the sun.

Her eyes drifted back and forth, finally moving to the twelfth cover.

From her direction, she could see that his face was as sharp as a knife, with a sharp curve at his chin.

Fang Tong looked at his long eyelashes, trying to see something from his eyes, but saw that he looked extremely serious.

Fang Tong thought silently: Is this mutual help among friends?
Haha, you’re kidding.

Even though she had never eaten pork, she had seen pigs run. She didn't know why Feng Twelve hugged her. She couldn't even pretend to be stupid.

She lowered her eyes and asked in a low voice: "Feng Twelve, do you like me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his footsteps slow down for a moment.

Fang Tong stared straight ahead at the flowers and plants in the garden, pursed his lips, and said, "If it is, just squeak."

"...Yeah." Feng Twelve said.

Fang Tong was silent for a moment: "I thought you would 'squeak'."

Feng Twelve glanced at her.

The two of them happened to be passing by a water corridor. The pond was full of lotus flowers, pink and white swaying in the wind.

Feng Twelve put her on the bench in the corridor.

"Yes, I like you." The light from the corridor swayed in his eyes, and his pupils were deep and bright.

Fang Tong glanced outside the corridor and hesitated: "I... don't know how to answer."

"If you don't want to answer, you don't have to answer." Feng Twelve said.

He looked at her ears which were red from the sun and knew that he had been presumptuous. He should not have hugged her from the moment she got off the car.

But he couldn't help it.

When she squatted in front of him in the carriage, he wanted to hug her, not only because he liked her, but also because of an impulse that he couldn't explain.

He was a man who seldom reminisced about the past, and when he had told her about it before, he had been surprised to find that he remembered some things so clearly, as if he was still stuck in that memory.

Only when he saw her did he come back to reality.

She obviously does not belong to Dazhao, but to him she is the most real existence.

He did not regret his impulsiveness just now, but her question still made him a little overwhelmed.

It turned out that his thoughts were so easy to see through.

Since she has been seen through, there is no need to hide it anymore. But he did not want her to bear any burden because of this. He just felt that it was natural for such a good girl to be liked by others, whether he liked her or by others.

Thinking of this, his brows frowned slightly.

He admitted that he would not be happy if Fang Tong was liked by others.

If Fang Tong also likes that person, he will bless him, but he will not be happy either.

He is such a selfish person.

Fang Tong watched his eyes move, not knowing what he was thinking, but she was sure that he was not as calm as he appeared.

It’s not like I haven’t been confessed to before, but this is the first time I’ve been caught off guard so suddenly.

She didn't even think about why she was so rude as to break this window paper.

But when she was held in his arms, she couldn't help but ask. After asking, she felt a little regretful. It wasn't that she regretted asking the question, but that she regretted that it was the wrong timing.

What if he gets scared and falls?

Fang Tong thought aimlessly.

But he would never let her fall, his arms were steady, she had known that a long time ago when she was still a cat.

The two of them fell silent at the same time, one sitting and the other half squatting in front of her.

There was wind in the corridor and there were flowers outside the corridor. A dragonfly landed on the petals, flapped its wings twice, and flew away.

Fang Tong raised her hand and touched her nose. The one who disturbed the pool of spring water for no reason was talking about her.

"It's not that I don't want to answer," she said slowly, "it's just that I haven't thought about it yet."

It was just an impulse, but not entirely.

She had already vaguely sensed that Feng Twelve liked her, but she was not sure whether he loved her because of the cat or whether he really had a special liking for her.

Likewise, she wasn't quite sure of herself.

At certain moments, she was indeed moved for a moment, like the waves on the lake, which still had a lingering effect under the floating light.

She repeatedly warned herself not to become dependent on someone because of loneliness, and not to mistake being touched for being moved.

But to this day, she can no longer clearly explain what kind of feelings she has towards Feng Twelve.

She felt very comfortable when she was with him, just like a cat that could roll around in its nest at will. She didn't have to pretend to be Fang Tong from Da Zhao in front of Feng Twelve. She was just herself, trusted and tolerated by him.

She had never met such a person in the past, and as for the future——

There is such a person now, so why bother about what will happen in the future?

Fang Tong looked at Feng Twelve and said, "Can you give me a few more days?"

She understood Feng Twelve. He must want a promise that could be fulfilled, not just empty words spoken on impulse.

She needs to think about it again.

Before he finished speaking, Feng Twelve smiled, and his smile was brighter than the summer sun.

"Yeah." He responded steadily.

Fang Tong unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, lowered his head, and gently pounded his legs.

"Are your legs still numb?" Feng Twelve asked.

Fang Tong's ears felt hot: "Much better."

She stood up with the help of a pillar and stamped her feet on the spot: "You go ahead."

Although Feng Twelve was puzzled, he still did as he was told.

Fang Tong followed behind him, looked at his tall back, his eyes curved, and he smiled silently.

The two of them returned to the guest house one after the other. Feng Twelve looked back at her, but before he could say anything, he heard footsteps and Wei Baichuan appeared outside the gate.

"Your Highness, Prince Jing sent an invitation."