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

Chapter 185 Adding fuel to the flames
"It's okay." Feng Twelve said, "It's much better than before."

His tone was a little weak, Fang Tong squeezed his fingers hard: "How can I get you out?"

Feng Twelve did not answer. He looked at her face which was so close to him. Her bright eyes could be vaguely seen in the darkness.

He raised his hand and stroked her cheek, his thumb rubbing across the corner of her eye.

"How did you know I was here?"

"All the princes were absent from the birthday banquet tonight. I went to the palace to look for you and saw that the crown prince had been locked up by the emperor."

"Where is he being held?" Feng Twelve asked.

"In the side hall on the west side of Jiying Palace." Fang Tong said, "I also heard the prince contradict the emperor."

She told Feng Twelve what she heard on the roof of the temple.

Feng Twelve said nothing.

He was quiet for a long time, as if in deep thought.

Fang Tong shook his hand: "You can't wait to die here."

The emperor abandoned Feng Twelve in this remote courtyard and sent people to guard outside the door, obviously wanting him to fend for himself.

Not to mention that Feng Twelve was injured, just not giving him food and water would cause him to die of thirst or starvation.

Fang Tong had read in a book about the methods used in the palace to punish people. This method was called killing without shedding blood. It was said to be the softest, but also the most torturous.

Imagine a person being locked up in a square yard, with no one to turn to, watching his body deteriorate day after day and eventually die. Such despair is enough to drive a person crazy.

She shook off the horrible image in her mind and emphasized, "Just because the emperor doesn't kill you tonight doesn't mean he won't kill you in the future. You must leave."

Feng Twelve was silent and touched her head.

"It's not that scary," he said slowly, "As long as the prince is still here, I'll be fine."

Fang Tong frowned: "The prince can't even protect himself now."

Feng Twelve patted her head gently and said soothingly, "Don't underestimate the prince. He thinks differently from everyone else."

Fang Tong pondered the meaning of this sentence carefully: "You mean, the prince can escape safely?"

The emperor did not seem to want to put Feng Yunxi to death, whether it was because he was reluctant to give up all his years of hard work or for the sake of stabilizing the court. From the emperor's perspective, it would be more beneficial for him to keep the prince for the time being than to depose him.

"But the prince and the emperor have already torn their relationship apart," Fang Tong said, "Even if the emperor is willing to keep him, he will take back his rights."

"Some powers, once handed over, can never be taken back." A dumb laugh escaped from Feng Twelve's throat, "It was inevitable that the situation between the Crown Prince and His Majesty would end up like this."

Fang Tong looked at him suspiciously. Although he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, he could still hear the unspoken meaning in his words.

She touched his forehead and measured his temperature with the back of her hand to confirm that his temperature was not too high, which made her feel a little relieved.

"Did you know something long ago?" she asked patiently, "What happened to you outside the city today?"

She could guess some palace secrets from the conversation between Feng Yunxi and the emperor, but Feng Yunxi suddenly challenged the emperor, which was really unlike him.

"Prince Jing blew up His Majesty's house while he was resting in the imperial farm." Feng Twelve said.

Fang Tong was startled.

"But the emperor is safe and sound." She thought for a moment and quickly understood, "The emperor had been prepared?"

Feng Twelve nodded: "Lin Yue found out about Prince Jing's private mine in Qin County and has brought all the evidence back to the capital."

"The emperor knew about this, but still dared to let Prince Jing accompany him?" Fang Tong had to admire the emperor's scheming. "If something goes wrong, he is not afraid of losing his life." "This is his brilliance." Feng Twelve Statue was discussing a person who had nothing to do with him. "After the explosion, Prince Jing thought that Your Majesty would die, so he asked the princes to sign and nominate him as the crown prince. Now the document is in Your Majesty's hands."

"This way, the emperor will know who truly supports him and who doesn't." The more Fang Tong thought about it, the more he realized how cunning the emperor was. "He is using Prince Jing to test the prince's loyalty."

She could guess without asking that Feng Yuyang would use a two-pronged approach, using threats and inducements to coerce and bribe the princes into signing the documents.

Since he dared to kill even the emperor, what did killing a few brothers matter?

Since ancient times, there have been few people who are willing to die heroically, but many who live in disgrace. Those princes have always been pampered and it is inevitable that they will be at a loss when faced with sudden changes. As long as one person bows his head, the others will follow suit.

No matter whether Feng Yuyang can ensure their safety for the rest of their lives, it is good as long as he does not kill them today.

"What about you? Why did the emperor want to kill you?" Fang Tong asked.

The figure in front of her moved, and Feng Twelve seemed to chuckle, "I've heard too many secrets."

As for what the secret was, he didn't tell her and Fang Tong didn't ask.

What secrets could an emperor have? The most serious one was that he came to power illegitimately. The next most serious secrets were things like fabricating charges, eliminating dissidents, persecuting loyal people, and killing people at will. These were not a big deal for emperors since ancient times.

However, Emperor Dazhao was extremely concerned about his reputation, so even if he did it, he would definitely hide his actions. If outsiders knew about it, they would probably kill people to silence them.

Even if Feng Twelve is his son.

Fang Tong sighed softly in his heart.

"Don't act like it doesn't matter. Let me ask you, what are you and the prince planning? What can I do to help you?"

It was impossible for her to take Feng Twelve out of the palace by herself, but she believed that Feng Twelve would not sit still and wait for death.

If he is really that stubborn and willing to wait for death here, it is better not to have this boyfriend.

Feng Twelve said: "Leave the palace first and wait for me in the mansion."

Fang Tong raised his eyebrows slightly and spoke word by word: "Feng Twelve, I hate that you are hiding things from me."

Don't think that she wouldn't think of it if I didn't tell her. The prince and the emperor had a falling out. Even if the emperor didn't depose the prince, wouldn't there be some barrier in his heart?
In the long run, one of these two people must gain absolute victory.

From her point of view, she certainly hopes that the winner is the prince, but does the prince really have the courage?
Feng Twelve seemed to see her displeasure and grabbed her hand.

"I've said before that I'm not a good person. The Crown Prince and His Majesty are in this situation because of me." He said slowly, "So in this final round, I have to wait for the Crown Prince to make the decision himself."

One sentence reveals too much information.

Fang Tong looked at him and found his eyes in the darkness.

She was silent for a long time.

"You want freedom, but you don't have a sword in your hand, so you use the prince as a blade to cut off the shackles of the emperor." She said in a firm tone, "This is what you have been planning all along."

Feng Twelve: “…Yes.”

"If the prince has made a decision, how will the rebellion be started?" Fang Tong asked directly without any nonsense.

It's not that she didn't trust the abilities of these two people, but one of them was locked up in a side hall, and the other was thrown into this broken courtyard. They really didn't look like they could accomplish anything big.

"He will ask me for a token and have someone send it to the Prince's Palace."

"What?"

"Weapon talisman."