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

Chapter 19: Raise as a Cat or as a Human
Feng Twelve saw him coming and put down his bowl and chopsticks: "What's the matter?"

Wei Baichuan put away the surprise in his eyes, coughed and walked forward.

"Your Highness, half an hour ago, a batch of local products from Beihe entered the capital. It was said that it was a gift from Sui Yongdao to your Majesty to herald the arrival of spring." Wei Baichuan said, "Spring gifts are given by various places every year, so it's not surprising. But this time, one of the officials escorting the goods was Guo Yin, a close confidant of Sui Yongdao."

Feng Twelve raised his eyes and said, "In previous years, the spring ceremony of Beihe always arrived during the Grain Rain. Now it is still some time before the Grain Rain."

Wei Baichuan nodded: "In my opinion, Sui Yongdao sent Guo Yin to give instructions to Prince Ping in person. Sui Yongdao is the commander of an army and cannot enter the capital without a transfer order, but he must have heard about the assassination of Prince Ping. For them, this is a great opportunity to attack the prince, and they will never let it go easily."

Feng Twelve hesitated for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Has everything been arranged at Baixifang?"

"Everything has been properly arranged and is ready to be dispatched by Your Highness at any time," said Wei Baichuan.

Feng Twelve nodded: "The day after tomorrow, I will hand this matter over to the Censorate. They have their own rules."

"What about Guo Yin?" Wei Baichuan asked, "Should we send someone to keep an eye on him?"

"Prince Ping has been staying in the enclosure, and the two will not come into contact until Your Majesty returns to the capital at the earliest," said Feng Twelve, "and once Your Majesty returns to the capital, someone will keep an eye on Guo Yin."

"I understand." Wei Baichuan responded, "Then I'd better save some energy and have someone guard the Baixifang."

Feng Twelve looked at him and said, "You've been traveling too much recently and neglected to practice martial arts. Let's spar again after this matter is settled."

Wei Baichuan uttered an “ah” and smiled bitterly, “Your Highness, please forgive me. Please let me get out of the way in front of those guys.”

"Who will help you when your life is at stake?" Feng Twelve looked out the window, "Qingming Festival is coming soon."

Wei Baichuan's face darkened.

He was silent for a moment, with a trace of sadness in his eyes: "Yes, I will practice well now, including those boys in the mansion."

While the two were talking, Fang Tong had already finished eating half of the fish.

When she heard Feng Twelve mention Baixifang, she felt that the name sounded familiar.

Baixifang, as the name suggests, is a place where folk artists gather to perform. As for why it sounded familiar, she remembered that in the official report that Feng Twelve had read recently, there was a paragraph that mentioned a fire at Baixifang in the capital.

The fire burned all night long, causing heavy casualties in Baixifang and the streets adjacent to it. Even now, the government office is still busy with post-disaster reconstruction.

Feng Twelve had been discussing matters in the front yard recently. This was the first time Fang Tong heard him mention Baixifang. She intuitively felt that this matter was related to Prince Ping, otherwise Feng Twelve would not have mentioned it at this time, let alone the Censorate.

There were all kinds of performances, songs, dances and acrobatics. Fang Tong was lost in thought and suddenly thought of a possibility.

She sat there in a daze, and then she saw a hand appear in front of her.

"Little fairy?" Wei Baichuan waved his hand in front of her eyes, "Why are you stupid?"

Fang Tong blinked and came back to his senses.

You are stupid.

She glared at Wei Baichuan, turned around and jumped off the dining table.

"Huh?" Wei Baichuan wondered. He seemed to see contempt in the eyes of a cat?
Seeing that Fang Tong ignored him, he untied the cloth bag around his waist and took out a small oil-paper bag from it.

"Your Highness, I almost hurt the little fairy before. This is the dried fish it likes to eat. Can you feed it for me?"

When Fang Tong heard the word "dried fish", he paused slightly.

Feng Twelve looked at the bag of dried fish and said, "Well, put it here."

Fang Tong didn't expect Wei Baichuan to use it as an apology. She stood there for a few seconds, walked to his feet, and gently swept her tail across the surface of his boots.

Forget it. He seems to be a good person, so I won’t bother with him.

Wei Baichuan squatted down and rubbed her head cheerfully: "Little fairy, what else do you want to eat? I'll bring it to you tomorrow. You can eat with His Highness, so you can have some company."

He said this openly to Xiaomao, but he kept glancing at Feng Twelve out of the corner of his eye, obviously teasing him.

Feng Twelve raised his eyebrows. "I will check the results of your training in ten days."

Wei Baichuan's body stiffened: "So fast?"

"Seven days."

As soon as Feng Twelve finished speaking, Wei Baichuan immediately jumped up and said, "Your Highness, just ten days!"

After he finished speaking, he clasped his fists toward Feng Twelve and walked away without touching the ground.

Fang Tong looked at his back with sympathy, and suddenly heard a low laugh in his ear.

She turned her head and saw that Feng Twelve's lips were slightly raised, and his face was a little softer.

She clicked her tongue in her heart. She knew that the Twelfth Prince had a habit of scaring people.

But he looks pretty good when he smiles, so it's not a waste to have such a handsome face.

Fang Tong was still commenting in his mind when he saw the other person's gaze turned to him.

"Why don't you... go out for a walk?" Feng Twelve's tone was a little hesitant.

Fang Tong didn't understand why he was hesitating. When he had sent her out for a walk before, his attitude was quite firm.

Thanks to him, she has now developed the good habit of taking a walk after meals. If she had been so tough with her own cat back then, Fang Xiaohua might have lived to be thirty years old.

Fang Tong ate half a fish tonight and was really full. He was planning to go out without Feng Twelve's reminder.

She called out to him, wagged her tail, and ran out.

Feng Twelve watched her run away, his brows slightly furrowed.

He just thought of something. He was a man and she was a woman. Should he raise her as a cat or as a human being in the future?

She seems to be quite comfortable being a cat. Maybe she should continue to be kept as a cat?
But she lived in the outer room, which was only separated from his bedroom by a wall. She was more or less a girl, and if he let her live there all the time, it would inevitably seem like he was taking advantage of her.

But if he moved her out, if someone saw her transformation, it would definitely cause an uproar. By then, even if he wanted to cover up for her, it would be difficult to resolve the situation.

Feng Twelve looked at the kitten outside the window.

The little snowball strolled around the yard familiarly, looking carefree.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would have been hard for him to imagine that she could become a human being.

Maybe it's better to keep her as a cat first, and when the day comes when she doesn't want to be a cat anymore, we can think about other things.

Fang Tong was completely unaware of Feng Twelve's troubles. She was taking a stroll while thinking about how to transform into a human.

If nervousness can turn her into a cat, then wouldn't she be able to turn into a human if she completely relaxed?
But she has been living quite comfortably lately, and I haven't seen her changing her appearance often.

Fang Tong thought about it and always felt that something was missing.

From that day on, she never slacked off again. As long as there was no one in the room, she would try various methods to transform herself.

Although she failed every time, God seemed to see her efforts. As long as she stayed alone in the room, no one from outside would come in and disturb her.

In a blink of an eye, the day arrived for the emperor to return to Beijing.

All the senior officials who stayed in the capital had to go outside the city to welcome him. Feng Twelve's injury had already healed greatly, so he naturally could not be absent.

Early in the morning of that day, Fang Tong was still lying in his nest when he heard some noise coming from the inner room.

She opened her eyes dazedly, and saw the door curtain opposite move, and a neatly dressed figure walked out.

(End of this chapter)