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

Chapter 29 The troublesome younger brother
Prince’s Mansion, Small Flower Hall.

Feng Yunxi waved away the attendants and pointed to the small table beside Feng Twelve: "The tea and snacks are all placed there for you, help yourself."

Feng Twelve's face was calm as he picked up the teacup and took a sip.

He drank the tea, picked up the jade leaf roll on the plate, looked at it, and broke off a small piece.

Seeing that he was calm, Feng Yunxi frowned and said, "You can really eat."

Feng Twelve took the snack he had broken off and placed it in front of the kitten on his lap: "Want to eat?"

Fang Tong looked at him, then at the prince, and opened his mouth to take a bite of the snack.

Mm, it tastes minty and is quite refreshing.

Feng Twelve brushed away the residue on the kitten's mouth, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and turned to look at Feng Yunxi: "What?"

Feng Yunxi was furious.

He picked up the tea bowl beside him, thought about it, and put it down again.

"You're just fooling me," Feng Yunxi looked at his brother helplessly, "When did you find out about Baixifang? Why didn't you let me know first?"

"This is a feud between me and Prince Ping," said Feng Twelve, "and it has nothing to do with the Crown Prince."

Feng Yunxi slapped the table with her uninjured hand and said, "What do you mean it has nothing to do with me? Do you think that if you distance yourself from me, others won't know that you are a member of the princeling faction?"

"It doesn't matter what others think," Feng Twelve said, "at least His Majesty will be happy."

"Do you still care whether he will be happy?" Feng Yunxi rolled her eyes without caring about her image. "If you really cared, you wouldn't have let Liang Han make such a shocking statement at the court meeting today."

Feng Twelve looked down at the kitten lying on his lap. Seeing that she had finished the snack in her mouth, he broke off a corner and handed it to her: "Liang Han is from the Censorate. How dare he come forward without the approval of the Censor?"

Feng Yunxi frowned: "I know that the teacher will help me with this matter."

Imperial Censor Gu Qingming served as the prince's tutor for a few years when Feng Yunxi was young. Later, he was transferred from the Eastern Palace by the emperor and took a position in the Imperial Censorate.

Gu Qingming has been in charge of the Censorate for many years, and Liang Han dared to speak up for Feng Twelve, which was inseparable from his tacit approval.

"Teacher asked Liang Han to take the lead, just to catch King Ping off guard and make him focus his attention on you," Feng Yunxi said, "If King Ping loses power, his accusation of me hiring a killer will no longer cause any trouble."

"Everyone is happy, isn't that great?" Feng Twelve put a handkerchief under the kitten and caught the snack crumbs that fell from her mouth.

Fang Tong raised his paw and rubbed his beard. This emerald green snack was delicious, but it was too crispy and easily fell apart.

She raised her head and glanced at the table. She didn't know what the red Ruyi-shaped pastry was made of. It seemed to be red bean paste?

Feng Twelve followed her gaze and reached out to pick up the Ruyi cake.

There was a sound of slapping the table, and Feng Yunxi glared at the two of them: "Twelve, you came here just to eat snacks?"

He looked at the kitten on Feng Twelve's lap and said, "That's made of beans and glutinous rice. It's so small, it will get indigestion if it eats it. Stop feeding it."

Feng Twelve paused, as if hesitating whether to continue feeding him.

Fang Tong grabbed his wrist and took a bite of the Ruyi cake.

Feng Yunxi was right, the kitten couldn’t digest the glutinous rice, but she was not a kitten.

Feng Yunxi watched the Ruyi Cake with a missing corner, rubbed his forehead and said, "Look at you two, you really are like the cat you raise."

"What 'what cat'?" Crown Princess Qin Shiyue led people in from outside the door.

Her eyes swept across Feng Twelve with a smile, and then fell on the kitten, and her eyes suddenly lit up. "Come here, Snowball, let me hug you." She stretched out her hand to the kitten.

Fang Tong jumped to the ground as soon as Qin Shiyue entered the room. She ran towards Qin Shiyue and jumped into her arms.

Qin Shiyue took the kitten in her arms, surprised and happy: "You still remember me?"

She held the little fur ball in her arms and rubbed it for a long time, then turned around and told the maid: "Lanxi, bring us some food."

Lanxi held a plate with ten perfectly placed plates on it. Each plate had a bite of food on it. They were: dried raw fish, roasted grasshoppers, stewed pig intestines, stewed loach...

Fang Tong looked at them one by one with mixed feelings.

These are the cat's favorite foods, but she is not an ordinary cat. The only ones she can barely eat are loaches and pig intestines. The others are either raw or worms. Even loaches and pig intestines are too fishy.

Qin Shiyue was a little disappointed when she saw that the kitten was not very interested in the snacks she brought.

"Snowball, don't you like these?"

That shouldn't be the case, as the cats she used to have all loved eating them.

"She likes to eat...human food." Feng Twelve said.

Seeing that he was out of the predicament, Fang Tong cooperated and called Qin Shiyue softly, indicating that she was not a picky person. No, she was a picky person.

Qin Shiyue smiled, scratched her chin, turned to Feng Twelve and said, "You said you didn't know how to raise a cat, but look how spoiled you are."

She asked Lanxi to take the food tray out, and sat down next to Feng Yunxi holding the kitten. She stroked the furry back and said with a smile, "It has gained some weight."

Fang Tong looked down at herself. Was there anything wrong? She just felt that she was getting more and more energetic recently.

Qin Shiyue joked with Feng Twelve and said to Feng Yunxi, "Just now when I was outside the door, it sounded like you were lecturing me. We are all brothers, so why can't we talk it out calmly?"

"You ask him." Feng Yunxi complained, "I don't mind if he wants to deal with Prince Ping, but he didn't inform me beforehand, and the Censorate didn't tell me either. Do I really need your protection?"

"You are the crown prince," Feng Twelve said calmly, "It is better to be still than to move. You don't need to take action unless it is absolutely necessary."

Feng Yunxi closed her eyes and said, "Twelve, you also know that I am the crown prince. The crown prince of Dazhao cannot be a waste."

"You are not a waste," Feng Twelve looked at him straight in the eye, "The people you are going to deal with are much more difficult than us."

Feng Yunxi was slightly startled, and subconsciously looked at his wife, and they both fell silent.

"You..." Feng Yunxi opened her mouth, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "You dare to say anything with this mouth."

Everyone present knew who the man with the twelve fingers was. Even Fang Tong could guess that the person the prince wanted to deal with was of course the emperor.

This "dealing" does not necessarily mean war, but it means that serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. The prince is both the emperor's successor and the person who poses the greatest threat to the emperor's position. Although the emperor treats the prince well, this is based on the prince's obedience.

That day, Feng Yunxi wanted to send his wife back to the capital personally because she was frightened. The emperor appeared to be friendly on the surface, but then he asked the prince to deal with the cats and dogs that the princess liked.

For Feng Yunxi, his father's attention is like putting him on the edge of a knife.

With the emperor's power above him and his brothers eyeing him covetously below him, even if the prince does not want to make a mistake, someone will force him to do so.

The prince can offend others but cannot offend the emperor. Fang Tong put herself in his shoes and thought about it. If she had to guess the emperor's intentions every day, she would probably go crazy in a few days.

If a worker doesn't want to work anymore, he can resign, but if a prince doesn't want to work anymore, he will turn around.

(End of this chapter)