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

Chapter 162 Body Test
The Seventh Prince's drunkenness disappeared almost instantly.

He couldn't explain why, but his head was dizzy and blood was rushing to his chest.

He couldn't help but straighten his chest: "Okay, I'll lend it to you!"

He waved his hand and asked two personal maids to come forward: "Take the girl to the side hall, examine her carefully, and report the truth."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere became more subtle.

The guests in the venue were at a loss whether to laugh or cry. They had originally been watching the fun with an attitude of indifference, but who knew that the seventh brother would suddenly leave the stage.

Seeing his heroic appearance, several princes who were on good terms with him wanted to hold his head and shake the water out of it. Does this idiot know what the current situation is? How dare he interfere in such matters?

"When did the Seventh Brother and the Twelveth Brother become together?" someone asked in a low voice.

"Fuck it, I think he's drunk and doesn't know what he's doing."

"Although Old Seven is silly, he is not that stupid. He is helping Old Twelve, which is helping the Crown Prince. That boy is very smart."

The Seventh Prince did not hear the others' comments. He was busy shouting to Liu Yin, "Hey, Liu Sizhi, why are you stopping my maid?"

Liu Yin stopped the two maids with a very unhappy look on his face.

"Seventh Prince, a body examination is no joke. If you want to do it, you have to be someone from the Dali Temple."

"A bunch of you grown men are testing a young girl? If this gets out, how will she get married?" The Seventh Prince said disdainfully, "Don't you think you can trust my people?"

"It's not that I don't trust him," Liu Yin said, "If this man is an assassin, he must be very skilled. What if he suddenly attacks and injures someone?"

The Seventh Prince stroked his chin and looked at Fang Tong and said, "Or... tie him up first?"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Twelve glanced at him with a glare as sharp as a knife.

The Seventh Prince felt inexplicably guilty. Thinking about the man he had called "brother", he glared back angrily.

A female voice sounded at the right time: "Tie him up."

Fang Tong stretched out his hands and raised them in front of Liu Yin: "How can Lord Liu feel at ease if he doesn't tie me up?"

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly and her words were full of sarcasm, but others couldn't help but look at her with admiration.

He is so frank, could it be that he is really wrong?

Liu Yin frowned: "Don't be so pretentious."

Fang Tong smiled and said, "Master Liu is really hard to please. Are you going to test it or not?"

She urged him in return, and Liu Yin frowned even tighter.

"Alright, it will be dark if you delay any longer." Another person stood up from the table. It was the Ninth Princess who was not good at writing poems. "My kung fu is slightly better than that of my seventh brother, and my maids also know martial arts. Let's go in with my seventh brother's people to examine Miss Fang. What do you think, Liu Sizhi?"

If two maids were not enough to reassure Liu Yin, now with the addition of a princess, Liu Yin couldn't refuse even if he wanted to.

"Princess, you are a precious girl, why would you put yourself in danger?" Liu Yin said.

The Ninth Princess smiled lazily: "This Yaotai Banquet is nothing but drinking and writing poems. It's really boring, but it can give me some fun right now."

She brought her maid over, glanced at Fang Tong, held her wrist and turned over her palm.

"Look at these hands, the skin is so soft and tender, there is not even a callus from using a bow or a sword. If she is an assassin, I wonder what kind of martial arts she practiced. I would like to learn it."

After she finished speaking, she stopped talking to Liu Yin and took Fang Tong to the side hall.

"Ninth Princess! Nine..."

"boom!"

Liu Yin chased after him, but before he could have someone tie Fang Tong up, he was turned away.

He stared at the closed door with hatred, his eyes almost burning a hole in the door. "Surround the palace door."

He ordered the bailiffs to guard the gate and personally patrolled the surrounding area to confirm that there was no escape route. Then he walked back and stood outside the door.

The side hall was at a corner of the high platform. Everyone stopped drinking and eating and looked over there. They felt that today's banquet was just as the Ninth Princess had said, and it was only at this moment that they had finally had some fun.

These princes and princesses stay in the capital all day long, and most of them are willing to take a look as long as it is not their own entertainment.

Someone was quick-witted and immediately thought that Jiawu had just surrendered to the Dali Temple this morning. Even if he had drawn a portrait of the fugitive, the Dali Temple should not have found this place so quickly. Could it be that someone deliberately leaked Fang Tong's whereabouts? If there was a person behind this, was the person trying to deal with Feng Twelve or the prince? Or both.

Seeing that there was no conversation, Feng Yuyang winked at the attendant, who immediately ordered the performers to play the music again.

Melodious music sounded, and Feng Yuyang came to Feng Twelve with a wine glass.

"Twelve, you don't have to worry. I believe Miss Fang must have been wrongly accused."

Feng Twelve looked at him and said nothing.

Feng Yuyang sighed: "It's also my fault. I shouldn't have invited Miss Fang here today."

"No." Feng Twelve said, "You invited me very well."

Feng Yuyang was slightly stunned, then smiled bitterly: "I know you are unhappy, so stop making fun of me."

Feng Twelve turned his head and looked towards the side hall. The warm sunlight shone on the vermilion columns, casting a bright red shadow in his eyes.

"If she doesn't come, how can we prove our innocence?" Feng Twelve asked.

Feng Yuyang paused slightly when he heard this.

He looked down at the wine in the glass and laughed slowly: "It seems that you are confident. I was worried for nothing."

At this time, the door of the side hall opened outwards, and the Ninth Princess and her entourage walked out.

Everyone looked forward to it, only to see Fang Tong slowly following behind the Ninth Princess.

Liu Yin strode forward: "Ninth Princess——"

The Ninth Princess glanced at him sideways and said before he could finish, "Baozhu, you go ahead and say it."

The maid beside her bowed slightly and said to Liu Yin, "Liu Sizhi, we have checked Miss Fang's shoulders and back. There is no blue birthmark on her shoulders. There are some old wounds from her back to the back of her shoulders, which should be caused by collision and friction. There is no arrow wound."

"...Impossible," Liu Yin's eyes twitched, "This is absolutely impossible!"

"Do you think I'm going to lie to you again?" The Ninth Princess raised her eyebrows. "If Liu Sizhi doesn't believe me, you can ask everyone here whether my maid is lying or not."

She spoke in a stern tone, and the maids around her all bowed, including the maid of the Seventh Prince, and said in unison: "We can see clearly that the marks on Miss Fang's body are just as Baozhu said, there is no birthmark or arrow wound."

These young voices were crisp and bright, and were clearly heard by everyone.

The Seventh Prince immediately slammed the table and said, "I told you, that girl doesn't look like an assassin at all."

It was not like he had never seen women who were good at martial arts. Some of them looked ferocious, while others looked cold as ice. But that girl was smiling and following Feng Twelve silently. She looked very amiable. If she could be an assassin, then he could be a general.

"impossible!"

Liu Yinru was hit hard and glared at Fang Tong fiercely.

"I want to check myself!"

After saying that, he pushed aside the maid in front of him and rushed to Fang Tong.

"presumptuous."

Before he could touch the corner of Fang Tong's clothes, he was thrown out.