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

Chapter 191 After the disaster
Feng Yuyang laughed out loud.

"You are, but you won't be soon."

He shuffled forward.

The eunuchs blocking the middle saw the emperor vomiting blood and the leading old eunuch Chao En also died. There was no one to take charge of the situation. Everyone was at a loss and unconsciously moved aside.

Feng Yuyang successfully came before the emperor, and looked down at his powerless figure, with both mockery and joy in his eyes.

He picked up the dagger dropped by the emperor and wiped the blood off the knife with his sleeve.

"Do you think I want to give you a quick death or let you live a few more days?" He chuckled. "This poison will not kill you immediately, but it will make you unable to hear, unable to move your tongue, and paralyzed. You will die in endless despair, and your prince will be killed by me for treason. Aren't you worried that the court officials will not accept me? With this reason, I think they should not refuse."

The emperor stared at him, blood no longer flowing from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were a little dazed.

Feng Yuyang looked at the knife tip which had regained its sharpness.

"But I can't help wanting to dig your heart open to see what makes it different from others."

He raised his knife and waved it before the emperor's eyes.

With a "bang", the palace door was pushed open and a group of soldiers rushed in.

"Accept the order from the Crown Prince, protect His Majesty and arrest the rebels!"

Qin Shiyue held a long sword and shouted sternly.

Feng Yuyang was stunned for a moment and turned around.

"why you?"

He looked at the soldiers in front of him, whose uniforms were different from those of the Royal Guards, and surprise flashed in his eyes.

His arm suddenly tightened and was grabbed by the emperor.

Feng Yuyang struggled hard but failed to break free.

He was so angry that he grabbed the emperor and pulled him down from the throne.

"Everyone, get out of here!" he shouted angrily, "Otherwise——"

His words stopped abruptly.

His body paused, like a piece of wood being driven into by a wedge.

He opened his mouth, and slowly and dully, his lips softened bit by bit.

He fell on top of the Emperor and they both fell to the ground.

A brave eunuch came closer and found a knife stuck in Feng Yuyang's neck.

The knife pierced through his neck, leaving a broken blade at the end.

On the other side of the hall, Feng Twelve threw out the broken knife, and the door in front of him opened wide.

The sword light was like snow, and the long sword of Wuyue Mountain Man was already in front of him.

Feng Twelve raised his left arm, even if it meant taking a hit, to protect his vital parts on his chest.

A white shadow flashed by.

With a scream of "Ah", the people of Wuyue Mountain retreated suddenly.

He brandished his sword, turned around twice, and reached out to scratch his face.

A snow-white kitten jumped over his head, leaving his face covered in blood.

The Wuyueshanren's intact eye was blood red, and it was hard to tell whether it was the blood from the white of the eye or the blood oozing from the bottom of the eye.

He slashed wildly on the spot, his sword swung fiercely and without any rules.

Qin Shiyue saw this and immediately shouted at everyone to come forward: "Surround him!"

A group of soldiers holding spears rushed forward.

Wu Yue Shanren looked like a madman, swinging his sword at the halberd. All you could hear was the sound of metal clashing and banging. However, the encirclement was getting smaller and smaller, trapping him tightly inside.

The kitten landed on the ground without stopping and ran to Feng Twelve.

When Feng Twelve saw it, he subconsciously covered the wound on his body.

But how can we cover up so many wounds?

He paused and pulled Feng Yunxi over.

Before Feng Yunxi could come to her senses, she saw Feng Twelve hiding behind her.

He turned to look at his brother, not understanding what was going on.

A cat's meow caught his attention.

He looked down and saw the kitten at his feet, and quickly picked it up.

"Twelve." He turned around and saw the kitten baring its teeth and claws, making a hoarse sound at Feng Twelve, as if it was extremely angry.

Feng Yunxi was stunned.

Feng Twelve glanced at the kitten and asked, "Do you have any medicine for the wound?"

Feng Yunxi was stunned again, then realized that this was a question to him, and quickly said, "Yes."

When he saw Feng Twelve covered in wounds, he felt guilty.

"It's all my fault that I don't know martial arts and am a burden to you."

In order to protect him, Feng Twelve was injured in several places by Wu Yue Shanren. Combined with the injuries he had received before, there was not a single intact part of his body.

Seeing that Qin Shiyue had led his troops to control the situation in the hall, Feng Yunxi hurriedly pulled Feng Twelve to sit in a corner and took out medicine to stop his bleeding.

"Leave the rest to me."

Feng Twelve nodded and looked at the kitten squatting beside him.

He raised his hand to touch the kitten's head, but it avoided him.

"Sorry for making you worry."

"I should be the one saying sorry." Feng Yunxi responded without even raising her head.

He said that and felt something was wrong.

Feng Twelve's tone didn't seem like he was talking to him?
He looked at him, only to see that he was staring at the cat beside him, his eyes full of tenderness.

Thinking of the strangeness of this cat, Feng Yunxi couldn't help but ask: "This cat——"

"I do not know either."

Feng Twelve seemed to have guessed what he wanted to ask and replied briefly.

Feng Yunxi was speechless.

While applying medicine to Feng Twelve, he observed the kitten out of the corner of his eye.

I saw the kitten squatting beside it, with an extremely serious expression.

It stared intently at Feng Yunxi applying medicine to Feng Twelve, and the whiskers around its mouth trembled from time to time, as if it was the one feeling the pain.

It was originally squatting at a distance of two arms, but slowly, it moved closer and placed its front paws on the back of Feng Twelve's hand.

There was a look of concern in its eyes, which made Feng Yunxi feel even more strange.

Feng Twelve turned his palm over, held the kitten's front paw, and squeezed it gently.

"I'm fine," he said. "I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

Feng Yunxi now confirmed that he was talking to the cat.

Looking at Feng Twelve's pale cheek, he suddenly became alert.

"Twelve, don't go to sleep yet!"

However, Feng Twelve had closed his eyes, as if he had been sleepy for a long time, and his head slowly drooped.

"twelve!"

With Feng Yunxi's scream, the last rebel in the hall fell down under the siege of the palace soldiers.

There were dead and injured people on the ground, and their blood soaked the bright red carpet, turning the ground into a filthy mess.

Someone moved Feng Yuyang's body and rescued the emperor from under him.

The emperor lay on his back, his eyeballs rolled, and the candlelight in the hall was reflected in his pupils, like a scarlet river rushing through.

The fight ended here.

The people in the capital knew nothing about this.

Far away from the palace, the night markets are still as bright as day with colorful lanterns and the sound of flutes and drums.

For ordinary people, this is just a Wanshou Festival like in previous years. The biggest difference from usual days is that the colorful tents on the street are higher, the lanterns are brighter, more tourists gather, and there is more fun.

Only from the residences of a few important officials could be heard the urgent calls for preparing horses and carriages, but these became less important in this huge capital city.

The night will eventually pass and the day will come as usual.

It was half a month later when everything was settled.

Fang Tong sat on a low stool, half leaning on the side of Feng Twelve's bed, supporting his cheek, and lazily flipping through a court newspaper.

She read a few pages and looked up at the person on the bed.

Feng Twelve was sleeping quietly as usual, his long eyelashes trembling occasionally, like ripples caused by the wind.