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

Chapter 187 God’s Will
Fang Tong shrank into the grass and saw the black shadow turn around.

With the help of moonlight, Fang Tong could see the face clearly.

The Five Mountains.

Fang Tong was startled and subconsciously held his breath.

She heard from Feng Twelve that the assassins who appeared in the imperial farm today were all the gangsters recruited by Feng Yuyang, and there was no one from the Five Mountains among them.

I didn't expect this person to sneak into the palace.

Was he here to save Feng Yuyang or to kill the emperor? A series of thoughts flashed through Fang Tong's mind.

I saw that the man from Wuyue Mountain was carrying a person on his shoulders. Judging from his clothes, he looked like a eunuch from the palace. I didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Wu Yue Shanren threw the eunuch to the ground, stripped off his outer coat, and put it on himself, apparently intending to walk around the palace in disguise.

Wu Yue Shanren left immediately after he was dressed up. Fang Tong saw him moving freely on the high palace walls and knew that he was a martial arts master.

Although she was a cat, she had a jade pendant and half a military talisman on her body. She was afraid of being discovered by him, so she squatted quietly in the grass for a while. When she heard no more unusual sounds, she followed him from where he left.

There was no one to be seen on the long palace road. I wonder where the Five Mountains Hermit had gone.

Fang Tong thought about it and decisively turned around to find the prince.

There was no one else in the side hall where Feng Yunxi was. Fang Tong looked around for a while and then crawled in through the gap between the tiles on the roof of the hall.

Feng Yunxi was still kneeling there, and the candlelight cast his shadow on the opposite wall.

Feng Yunxi looked at the figure on the wall, her eyes as calm as an ancient well.

Such peace was suddenly broken.

A huge shadow fell beside him.

Feng Yunxi was stunned for a moment, then turned around to look.

A little white cat squatted beside him, wagging its tail.

She didn’t know if it was an illusion, but Feng Yunxi could see a serious expression on that fluffy little face, especially those eyes, which showed an almost human wisdom.

The kitten lowered its head and scratched something from its neck, which fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Feng Yunxi looked at it carefully, and his eyes suddenly focused.

His wife's jade pendant, and... half a military talisman!
Feng Yunxi grabbed the two things in her hands at once, stood up, staggered a bit, and ran to the candlelight.

He looked carefully at it in the candlelight, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became.

The jade pendant and the military talisman are both real, but how could they appear on a kitten?

After verifying the authenticity, he turned to look at the cat.

This little white cat looks very similar to the one he and Qin Shiyue gave to Feng Twelve.

But when Snowball was picked up, he was only about two months old. After such a long time, why hasn’t he grown any taller?

This doubt did not last long, because the kitten in front of him did something that made him even more incredible.

It came to his feet, stretched out one of its front paws, and began to write and draw on the floor.

At first, Feng Yunxi didn't recognize that it was writing, but after looking at it for a long time, she could actually see some patterns in the strokes.

His eyes followed the movement of its claws and made out what it wrote -

【I was entrusted by someone. 】

These four short words shocked Feng Yunxi greatly.

"Are you Snowball?" he blurted out.

The kitten meowed, shook its head up and down, and nodded.

Feng Yunxi was even more surprised and suspicious.

Like Feng Twelve, he never believed in ghosts and gods, but what he saw before him overturned his perception. He squatted down, stared at the kitten, and asked again: "Who entrusted you with this?"

The kitten lowered its head and began to write on the ground with its paws again.

This time it wrote five words: [Twelve, Crown Princess.]

Every stroke seemed to be engraved into Feng Yunxi's heart. He closed his eyes and rubbed his face with his hands.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the kitten sitting in front of him, looking at him with concern.

Feng Yunxi smiled bitterly: "Tell me, am I dreaming?"

He was quite sure that he was not crazy, let alone blind, but it was unheard of that a cat could write.

If there is anything in the world related to the supernatural, he only remembers that every emperor of Da Zhao would go to the ancestral temple to worship after ascending the throne to thank the ancestors for their protection.

This is just a ritual and does not mean that there are really gods in the world.

When Feng Yunxi was young, he once asked his father, there were many dynasties before Da Zhao, and they also had various worships, so why there were no gods to protect them when their countries were destroyed.

The emperor looked at him deeply and did not answer.

Later, Feng Yunxi read many books, but no one could answer whether there were gods in the world. Feng Yunxi also figured it out. No matter whether there were gods or not, human affairs were managed by human beings, and one could only get what he wanted by himself.

The emperor liked him not only because he was his chosen son, but also because he was gifted and intelligent since childhood, and he knew when to act and when to retreat, so it was hard not to please him.

Because of this talent, he can see clearly into people's hearts.

He knew what kind of person the emperor was and why Feng Twelve was willing to help him without hesitation. He knew the strengths and weaknesses of everyone he had come into contact with, and he understood what he wanted even better.

In a sense, he was extremely similar to the emperor.

But he didn't want to be like the emperor.

Therefore, he often chooses to remain calm, even if it seems too lenient or cowardly to others.

He doesn't care what others think. He has his own scale in his heart to weigh the gains and losses of the current situation.

If Prince Ping and Prince Jing had not taken action one after another, he could have remained dormant longer, and the fatherly and filial relationship between him and the emperor could have continued.

But sometimes he particularly hated this disguise and wished he could tear it apart in one go.

Today's breakup came so unexpectedly that even he was surprised.

He could have done better and been more tactful, but he suddenly couldn't bear it anymore.

The emperor never trusted anyone. He clearly had a better way to deal with Prince Jing, but he chose a more extreme method.

In order to confirm the loyalty of the princes, the emperor could watch his sons die, just as in order to deal with Sui Yongdao, the emperor used him, the prince, as bait. In the eyes of the emperor, everyone is his tool, without exception.

Feng Yunxi knew that when the two most ambitious Prince Ping and Prince Jing disappeared, the emperor's control over him would become even stricter.

This has nothing to do with emotion, it's just the emperor's mentality.

He was the son taught by the emperor himself and understood the emperor better than anyone else.

Why did the emperor want him to watch Feng Twelve die? Because he wanted to tame him.

His joys and sorrows must be in accordance with the emperor's wishes. Once he has his own will, it would be a betrayal of the emperor.

But as a human being, how could he not have his own will?

The emperor had already seen this, so he wanted to use today's incident to correct the prince.

Feng Yunxi didn't want to endure it any longer. This was not the best time, but somehow he felt that this was the most appropriate time.

He was kneeling here, thinking about how to achieve his goal at the lowest cost, but he saw a cat coming in front of him.

The cat brought his wife's jade pendant and the military talisman he gave to his brother.

It could even communicate with him.

If there is a will of God, is it God's will?