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

Chapter 192 Epilogue

Fang Tong stretched out his index finger as usual and put it on Feng Twelve's nose to test it.

The shallow breath hit her fingertips, bringing a little warmth.

Just be alive.

Fang Tong yawned, threw the book aside, rested his face on his arms, tilted his head and closed his eyes.

Summer afternoons are both quiet and noisy.

The noisy chirping of cicadas could be heard in the yard, and occasionally a guard would pass by with the sound of steady footsteps.

Fang Tong listened quietly to the noises around him. When there was no sound, the small house became like a wilderness.

She fell asleep in the wilderness.

This time, she dreamed of her cat again.

She couldn't tell whether this was reality or a dream, because Fang Xiaohua did not appear in her past world. It came here, the Prince Rui's Mansion, Feng Twelve's room.

It came in from outside the door, as if it was at home, wagging its fluffy tail and jumping onto the edge of the bed with a swagger.

Fang Tong stared at it blankly, as if he was seeing a cat for the first time.

Fang Xiaohua raised the corner of his mouth, and half of his beard also flew up.

"Stupid?" it said.

Fang Tong blinked and slapped it on the forehead.

The chubby cat fell into her hands and flowed into her arms like a handful of warm liquid.

She rubbed it vigorously.

The fat cat struggled, kicking and escaping from her arms as he had done in the past.

It jumped back onto the bed, shook off its fur, and complained, "I just licked it to a good shape."

Fang Tong: "Are you Fang Xiaohua?"

Fat Cat ignored her.

"Can you talk?"

Fat Cat glanced at her and said, "No."

Fang Tong sat there and laughed.

As she laughed, her face became wet.

"Hey, why are you crying?" Fang Xiaohua's drooping eyelids seemed to droop even more. "Your man is not dead."

Fang Tong sniffed.

"I want you to manage."

Fang Xiaohua's thick tail slapped the bed impatiently: "I don't care, you would have died a long time ago."

Fang Tong wiped his eyes and said, "Did you do that to bring me here?"

Fang Xiaohua raised her paw and licked it: "It's about the same."

"I can turn into a cat. Is that also you who did it?"

"Oh, that's the effect of residual soul power. It's less each time I use it. Maybe it will be gone in a few days."

"Why?" Fang Tong asked.

"Why?" Fang Xiaohua licked her left paw and then her right paw. "There are countless you in countless worlds. It just so happens that the you in this world died, so I stuffed the you from that world here. You in that world was dead too anyway."

"So… this is science?"

"What science?" Fang Xiaohua turned sideways and raised her hind paw to scratch her ear. "You are a human, don't ask a cat such complicated questions."

Fang Tong laughed.

"You've been here the whole time, haven't you?"

Fang Xiaohua scratched herself hard, her fat body trembling like ripples on a lake.

"It will be gone soon," it said. "You have your world, and it's time for me to go to mine."

Fang Tong stared at it.

Fang Xiaohua seemed annoyed by being stared at by her, so she turned over and got up.

"Don't miss me too much, and don't get another cat like me."

Fang Tong reached out, hugged its head, lowered his head and touched its forehead.

"I won't keep it." She murmured.

"Too."

Fang Xiaohua kicked her in the face with her paw. The soft and warm paw pad was like freshly baked marshmallows. "You still have to support a man. Men are much harder to support than cats."

Fang Tong touched its head: "Will he wake up?" Feng Twelve has been sleeping for half a month. Rounds of imperial doctors have come to the palace, and even all the famous doctors in the capital have been consulted. Their calibers are surprisingly consistent -

He is in a coma due to excessive blood loss. He should be able to wake up, maybe today, maybe tomorrow.

Fang Tong accompanied him for many days, from being anxious at the beginning to gradually calming down.

She has already started to settle accounts with Minghe. The pet clothes sold by the cloth shop before were very good. Minghe signed a long-term cooperation order with her, and she had more money in her hands.

The only pity was that her newly bought house was empty again. Lu Tao would go there every day to water her flowers and take care of the vegetable garden. All the flowers in the yard had bloomed. Now, the flowers in the vase in the bedroom were the fresh flowers she asked Lu Tao to cut.

In a few days she will be able to eat the vegetables grown in her own home. I wonder if Feng Twelve will have that blessing.

Fang Tong looked at the sleeping man.

She had nothing to do recently, so she counted his eyelashes one by one, a total of 171.

Fang Xiaohua followed her and looked over.

"You like him, don't you?" The cat snorted in an ambiguous way.

Fang Tong smiled: "Yes."

"Heh." The fat cat with a big belly stood up and jumped onto Feng Twelve with a lightness that was completely different from its body shape.

Fang Tong opened his mouth.

Forget it, this is just a dream, it shouldn’t kill me.

Fang Xiaohua circled around Feng Twelve's chest and sat down on his face.

Fang Tong: “…”

"I'm leaving." Fang Xiaohua said, "You have to be happy."

Its figure disappeared into the air, as if it had never been there.

Fang Tong pounced over.

Her hand hit the bed rail and the pain woke her up from her dream.

She was still lying on the edge of the bed, half of her body numb from being pressed down by herself.

Fang Tong sat up, rubbing his sore arm, and couldn't stop looking at Feng Twelve's face.

There was no Fang Xiaohua there, but there seemed to be a tuft of tiny fluff.

She leaned over, her fingertips only touching Feng Twelve's face.

A spot of sunlight fell on her hand, like the shadow of down.

She felt lost and stroked his face lightly with her finger.

His eyelashes trembled and slowly opened.

The clouds clear and the sun appears, the sky becomes clear as the sun rises.

Fang Tong looked at the pair of black jade eyes, and these eight words inexplicably flashed through his mind.

She saw the eyes slowly focus, her figure reflected in the pupils.

"……you're awake?"

She asked the three most meaningless words.

He looked at her for a long while, raised his hand to touch the corners of her wet eyes, and said a word even simpler than hers: "Yeah."

The tears that Fang Tong had not shed in her dream flowed down.

……

When the new emperor heard the news that Feng Twelve had woken up, he came to the palace wearing court robes after court session.

As soon as Feng Yunxi entered the courtyard, he saw Feng Twelve lying on the small couch in the corridor. The situation was almost exactly the same as when he came back last time.

But this time there is one less cat and one more girl.

The girl scooped a spoonful of cherry curd with a silver spoon and thoughtfully brought it to Feng Twelve's mouth.

Feng Yunxi paused.

He looked at his heavy court robes, then looked at Twelve, who was lying lightly on the couch, and suddenly felt that he should not have come.

What are you here for?
Do you want to see others enjoying a peaceful life?

No matter what he thought, Feng Yunxi still walked over.

"You just woke up, why are you outside to get some fresh air?" He sat down on the edge of the couch and motioned Feng Twelve to move inside.

Since becoming emperor, in Qin Shiyue's words, his temper seems to be not as good as before, but also seems to have become better.

Feng Yunxi picked up another bowl of cherry yogurt and looked at it: "Isn't this bowl for the cat?"

Eh, there's one more chapter than expected, huff huff ~