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

Chapter 16 Cat or Human

Feng Twelve stood by the door, staring at the woman in the room, his eyes changing slightly.

He had just returned from a meeting in the front yard and had just stepped over the threshold when he heard something fall into the room.

Just as he was about to go in, he suddenly heard a light gasp from inside the room, like a woman's voice.

He stopped immediately and walked through the gap in the door cautiously.

Next to the large desk, a woman held onto a chair and squatted down hastily.

The tall chair back covered most of her figure, leaving her naked body and her long hair draped in front of her, reminding him of the dream he had half a month ago.

The difference was that that time he dreamed of a woman's back, but this time, he could vaguely see her face.

The face was unfamiliar. It flashed by behind the chair, with a panicked look on its face.

Feng Twelve was very sure that he was not dreaming at this moment.

Is the woman in his room a spy or a thief?

In the past, some people wanted to win him over and sent beautiful women to him at banquets, but even so, no one dared to come without clothes.

This woman's behavior was strange. What on earth was she trying to do hiding in his room? The Prince's Mansion was heavily guarded, so how did she get in?
Feng Twelve's eyes were as fast as lightning as he quickly scanned the room.

The drawings he had placed on the table were gone.

Is this person here to steal the battle formation map?

But the battle formation diagram and the military strategy record were just his daily experience. He would write down his insights whenever he had them. They were not important things to outsiders. Who would risk sneaking into the prince's mansion to steal such a diagram, or was it a diagram he drew on a whim?
Feng Twelve was full of doubts and was about to go into the house to check, when he saw a figure under the table flash by and the person disappeared.

A piece of paper fell to the ground, and a snow-white fur ball crawled out from underneath it, running into the den with its tail between its legs.

Feng Twelve subconsciously pushed open the door.

Was I dazzled just now?
He actually saw a living person disappear out of thin air and then turn into a... cat?

He walked slowly into the house, his eyes seemingly casually sweeping towards the cat's nest, his face expressionless.

Fang Tong curled up in his nest, his heart pounding.

She was so nervous just now that she lost her mind and didn't know when she turned back into a cat. When she reacted, a piece of paper fell in front of her and covered her.

She quickly crawled out from under the paper and instinctively hid back in her nest, but she saw the door was wide open and Feng Twelve appeared at the door.

She shuddered with fear.

When did he come? Did he notice her transformation?
She lay on the edge of the nest, secretly showing her two eyes, and quietly looked at his expression.

Feng Twelve saw that the kitten's fur stood up like a hedgehog, and its round eyes rolled around, stealing glances at him from time to time. She looked cautious and uneasy, quite similar to the expression of the woman just now.

His gaze paused briefly on her face, then turned to the desk.

There was a crumpled blueprint lying under the table. It was the battle formation diagram he had drawn today.

He walked over and picked up the drawing. It was covered with creases here and there, as if someone had squeezed it hard. He thought about it and suddenly understood why it became like that.

The woman was not wearing any clothes, perhaps she was trying to cover her body?

He paused and put the drawing down.

Fang Tong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him walk away expressionlessly.

He probably didn't notice his transformation, otherwise he wouldn't be so calm.

She looked at the blueprint and suddenly remembered what she had done. In a hurry, she grabbed a piece of paper from the table to cover her body. That was the formation diagram that Feng Twelve had just drawn. The blueprint was messed up by her and most likely it could not be used. Fang Tong's face became hot and she buried her head deeply in her nest.

She has been living too comfortably these days, and her leisurely life has made her lose her sense of crisis.

She would occasionally think about transformation, but she could never figure it out. When she got tired of thinking about it, she would just put it aside and plan to think about it later.

But this just now made her completely sober.

She couldn't be a cat all her life. As long as she couldn't control the changes in her body, she would not have true peace.

Fang Tong thought a lot at once, and she didn't know which thought hit her. She suddenly remembered that every time she turned into a cat, it was at a particularly stressful moment.

The first time was in the mountains. She had just transformed into an assassin and was being hunted by people from Prince Ping’s palace. In her haste to escape, she accidentally turned into a cat.

The second time was in the Twelve Tents. She had just transformed into a human when Crown Prince Feng Yunxi came in to visit her. She was startled and turned back into a cat.

This time too.

She heard someone changing shifts outside and was afraid of being discovered. She was so nervous that she didn't even dare to breathe. In a blink of an eye, she turned into a cat again.

Is this the truth behind her ability to turn into a cat? Does her mood affect her body?

So how can she turn back into a human?

Fang Tong fell into deep thought and forgot about Feng Twelve in the room.

Feng Twelve heard no movement behind him and turned around to look.

In fact, his mood was far from as calm as he showed on his face, but he had long been accustomed to keeping a low profile over the years. Even in front of the emperor, he could remain calm and composed. He still had many questions in his heart and did not want to disturb the kitten.

The kitten curled up in the nest, burying even its head. Its pair of small ears were exposed outside, and they trembled from time to time.

Feng Twelve was unsure what she was trying to do. Was she originally a cat? Or a human?
He thought again of the dream he had that night.

He once wondered why he dreamed of a disheveled woman.

That night in the paddock, he was exhausted from excessive blood loss, but he was still conscious and did see a woman.

The same panic, the same abnormality, he believed that he was not mistaken, the person he saw that night was the same person he saw today.

This also explains why no one outside the tent noticed anything unusual that night. If the woman could turn into a cat and move freely, then everything would make sense.

Feng Twelve pulled out a chair and sat down, gently smoothing out the drawings on the table.

He thought carefully about his time with the kitten these days. No wonder she came down the mountain to find someone to save him, no wonder she liked to join in the fun in the mansion, and no wonder every time he read the palace newspaper, she would jump on his lap and pretend to take a nap.

He had long discovered that this kitten not only understood human nature, but also had a great interest in writing.

Sometimes when he sat at the table writing and drawing, she would jump up and lie on the corner of the table, staring at the paper where he was writing in a daze.

Every time this happened, her eyes were focused like a cat's.

Her behavior was just like when he was a child and went out of the palace for the first time. Everything he saw was new and new to him and he was curious about it.

Feng Twelve had reason to suspect that she was studying everything around her, especially things related to people.

When the kitten was in a daze, there was often a confused and melancholy look in her eyes, as if she was lost in some kind of thought. He didn't understand why before, but now that he saw her turn into a human, he suddenly understood.

She might be just like him back then. He faced the strange world outside the palace and wanted to integrate into it, but was worried that he would be out of tune with this world.

(End of this chapter)