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

Chapter 39 Southern Tour
Feng Twelve asked directly. Feng Yunxi looked at his half-brother and was silent for a moment.

"When Your Majesty asked me this, I also thought about this question," he said with a self-deprecating smile, "The Cavalry Guard is very important to me. With this team of people, my position will be further protected."

Feng Twelve nodded: "You are right."

"...and then?" Feng Yunxi waited for a long time but nothing came of it. She looked a little frustrated. "Is that all you're going to do?"

"You haven't finished yet." Feng Twelve said.

Feng Yunxi's mouth twitched.

"What else do you want me to say?" He glanced at him. "If I want the Riders, will you take it?"

"I don't want to." Feng Twelve answered quickly.

Feng Yunxi was slightly startled: "Why?"

"Your Majesty knows that you need this army, but I am not the only one in your camp who can lead the troops," Feng Twelve said frankly, "This position is very important, and he will not give it to me."

Feng Yunxi pursed her lips: "In your opinion, does he dislike you so much?"

"What do you think?" Feng Twelve asked back, "He regretted letting me join the Black Armor Army once, and he won't let himself regret it a second time."

Feng Yunxi had a handsome face and said, "I regret it too."

"What do you regret?"

"I regret that I shouldn't have mentioned this to you." The gentle prince slowly exhaled a long breath, "Don't worry, I know you won't agree, and I have already rejected it for you."

"Thank you." Feng Twelve said.

Feng Yunxi was stunned for a moment, and seemed to want to slam the table. He looked at his right arm hanging in front of his chest, and silently covered it with his left hand.

"You take me for a fool," he said with a straight face, "The troops around the capital are all under the control of His Majesty. If I want to seek protection, I can just please him. There is no need to seize the military power in my own hands and invite jealousy."

Feng Twelve hummed: "It can also avoid His Majesty's suspicion of you."

Feng Yunxi choked and said unhappily: "You are right, okay?"

He used a spoon to stir the porridge in the bowl and lowered his eyes. "In fact, your majesty has long been interested in Bai Dahong from Qinzhou to lead the troops. Bai Dahong was originally a military officer, and later became a civil servant. The day before yesterday, he came to the capital to report on his work, and was retained by your majesty."

"Yeah." Feng Twelve was obviously not interested in this topic and picked up the bowl and chopsticks again.

Feng Yunxi looked at him in confusion: "Is this tofu so delicious? Pick up a piece for me to try."

Feng Twelve picked up a piece for him.

Feng Yunxi took a bite and said, "Nothing special."

"Nothing special."

As Feng Twelve was speaking, he thought of the kitten in the mansion. Recently, the emperor asked the royal family to be vegetarians. Every time the kitten saw the vegetarian dishes on his table, it would show an expression of disgust.

At first, she would curiously ask him for a piece of tofu to try, but after trying it twice, she would never eat it again. Her big round eyes were full of disgust, as if saying: Tofu is just tofu, no matter how hard you try.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised.

Feng Yunxi caught a glimpse of his smile and asked in confusion: "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing." Feng Twelve returned to the main topic. "The Bai family has been loyal to the emperor for generations. This person is the most suitable candidate."

"No one can find fault with Bai Dahong's selection. The only ones who are unhappy are Sui Yongdao and Prince Ping." Feng Yunxi rubbed his brows, "Your Majesty has been so lenient with the White Bird Pavilion case. Prince Ping must hate me to death."

"Did you hire someone to kill someone?" Feng Twelve asked.

"of course not."

"Then why do you care what he thinks?" Feng Twelve's eyes were calm, "If you don't hire someone to kill you, he won't target you?" Feng Yunxi: "..."

"There is only one throne," Feng Twelve said calmly, as if he was reviewing the side dishes on the table, "and there is only one crown prince."

Feng Yunxi looked at him expressionlessly.

After a while, he suddenly smiled, as if relieved, with a sly look in his eyes: "You always see things more thoroughly than I do, but you will never guess what I asked His Majesty for."

Feng Twelve raised his eyebrows.

Feng Yunxi said, "His Majesty was originally scheduled to tour the south in March, but after he fell ill at the beginning of the year, the doctor told him to take good care of himself and not to travel far, so he ordered me to tour the south on his behalf this time."

When he said this, he paused deliberately, with a meaningful smile.

"Although there are officials in the south to receive you, we have to let our own people explore the way first. I remember someone said that his greatest wish in this life is to leave the capital," Feng Yunxi smiled at his brother, "As your brother, although I can't fulfill your wish for the time being, I can still let you go out for a walk."

Most of the princes of the current dynasty did not have fiefdoms, so even if they moved out of the palace they could only stay in the capital.

No one knows what others think, but Feng Yunxi knows that to Feng Twelve, no matter how good the capital city is, it is just a cage.

Feng Twelve frowned: "Inspecting on behalf of the emperor? This may not be a good thing."

Feng Yunxi’s smile froze.

"Is this my main point?" He looked like he wanted to knock Feng Twelve on the head with chopsticks. "I just want to ask you one question, do you want to get out?"

"I do." Feng Twelve said.

Feng Yunxi then revealed a satisfied smile. He was about to give a few more instructions when Feng Twelve added, "I want the route to the south and a map of the cities along the way."

Feng Yunxi has a headache.

He covered his face with his hands and waved them away: "Your Majesty just told me today, you go back and wait. Even if you want to prepare, you have to wait until my arm is healed."

After the three of them had dinner, Feng Twelve sat for a while and then said goodbye and left.

Feng Yunxi stood in front of the hall, looking in the direction he left for a long time, then turned around and smiled, "I bet he'll have to pack his luggage as soon as he gets back."

"Don't talk about him. I have to start preparing for you tonight." Qin Shiyue stepped forward and said, "Twelve is right. Although it is a supreme honor to represent the emperor on his southern tour, it is inevitable that people will envy you. You must be careful when you go out this time."

"Don't worry, we have guards with us. Are you afraid of anything happening?" Feng Yunxi comforted his wife. "But I will be gone for at least three months and at most half a year. When I come back, your belly should be quite big."

"It will grow bigger whether you are here or not," Qin Shiyue smiled, "It's good that you are not here, so you don't have to nag me about what to eat every day."

"Isn't this your first child? I noticed you were vomiting a lot..."

"You won't worry if it's your first child?"

"how come……"

On the other side, Feng Twelve returned to the Prince's Mansion and walked into the backyard with a normal expression.

Fang Tong lay under the lamp with a book open beside his paws as usual.

These days, whenever it’s night, no matter whether Feng Twelve is in the room or not, he would have people light the lights according to the time.

This was a good thing for Fang Tong. In the past, when no one was in the room, she could only sit idle in the dark. Now that there was light, she could continue reading to pass the time.

Hearing the sound of someone coming in outside, she looked back.

At just one glance, she felt that Feng Twelve was very different from usual.

(End of this chapter)