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

Chapter 42 She Regrets
At noon, the Xiaoyao Tower was full.

The business here has been particularly hot recently. Some people heard that the twelfth prince had a conflict with someone in the restaurant, and the cause seemed to be over a plate of deep-fried mandarin fish. So they all wanted to try how delicious this dish was, and even the reclusive twelfth prince visited twice in a row.

However, although there were many diners today, there was less laughter in the building.

Because there was a distinguished guest upstairs, it was another prince, Prince Ping, named Wuqiong.

Feng Wuqiong tasted a mouthful of fish meat, spat it out, and threw down the silver chopsticks: "How dare you bring this kind of thing up? Do you want to poison me to death?"

The restaurant owner and the waiter knelt down in a rush: "We dare not!"

The shopkeeper said boldly: "If Your Majesty doesn't like it, I will ask the chef to make something else."

Feng Wuqiong snorted coldly: "The cooks here are not even worthy enough to raise dogs in my palace."

"Yes, yes." The shopkeeper agreed repeatedly, "Your Highness is a noble man, so he is not used to such coarse food. Today, our store just received a batch of fresh sea cucumbers and large yellow croakers, all caught from the deep sea. I will have them delivered to Your Highness's mansion. If Your Highness wants to change his taste one day, you can ask the chef to cook them for a taste, just for the fun of eating wild food."

Feng Wuqiong looked at him with squinting eyes: "Who do you think I am? Are you here to take advantage of me?"

"No, no, I don't mean that."

The shopkeeper secretly groaned in his heart. That day, Guo Yin had a conflict with the twelfth prince in the restaurant, and he knew that his own shop would be implicated. He didn't expect that the twelfth prince didn't care, but Prince Ping came to make trouble instead.

Seeing that the situation was at a stalemate, the shopkeeper was thinking about whether to bring up the boss behind the scenes to try to establish some connections, when he saw a man walking quickly into the room.

The visitor was an aide to Prince Ping's palace. He leaned over and whispered in Feng Wuqiong's ear, "Prince, there is a message from Luozhou."

Feng Wuqiong narrowed his eyes.

"Get out of here, everyone."

The shopkeeper and his waiters left in an instant as if they had been granted amnesty.

The staff signaled the accompanying guards to stand guard outside the door, and then said to Feng Wuqiong: "General Sui said that everything is ready, only the east wind is missing."

"East wind?" Feng Wuqiong tilted his neck and looked at him coldly, "Your Majesty has given the Cavalry Guard to Bai Dahong, so why are you waiting for the east wind?"

The staff member whispered, "That's why General Sui advised you not to act rashly. He said that he has people ready for you. It won't be too late to act next time when the time is right."

Feng Wuqiong sneered, "My uncle has gotten old and confused. There will be no next time. Now is the best time."

The aide hesitated: "Your Highness means..."

"Isn't the Crown Prince going on a southern tour on behalf of His Majesty?" Feng Wuqiong looked out the window coldly, "Your Majesty is protecting him in the capital. Once he leaves the capital, I wonder who will protect him."

The staff swallowed lightly and said, "Your Highness is right, but the Crown Prince will bring a large number of guards with him on his southern tour, and with Feng Twelve as his inspector, it may not be easy for us to take action."

Feng Wuqiong remained silent. He stared coldly at his aide for a long while, which made the other person feel uneasy.

"This matter is not that easy," he said gloomily, "precisely because it is not easy, we have to seize the opportunity when he is outside Beijing and kill him."

The aide was silent for a moment. Although he was Feng Wuqiong's confidant, Feng Wuqiong had always had the final say on all matters, so he just agreed out of habit: "If Your Majesty has made up his mind, I will pass the message to General Sui right away."

"Remember to remind him that besides Feng Yunxi, don't let Feng Twelve go."

The mountains and fields are quiet, with only the chirping of birds.

A wisp of white cloud hangs lonely in the sky.

Fang Tong squatted on a big rock by the stream, listening to the gurgling sound of the water in a daze.

She regretted going out with Feng Twelve.

The journey was just as she expected, dull, tedious and without any fun.

In order to hurry, Feng Twelve took shortcuts along the way. They spent most of their time traveling in the wilderness. They had not entered a single town in the ten days since they came out. The most common people they saw on the road were farmers chopping wood and hunters hunting. Fang Tong's imagination of tasting local delicacies and seeing local customs and practices did not come true.

She went from being full of enthusiasm when she just left Beijing to being as depressed as a dead water now, sitting drowsy in the carriage every day.

It was noon at this time, and they found this water source in the mountains and stopped to rest and eat.

Feng Twelve traveled light on this trip, with only a driver besides him. The cart was filled with dry food made by Aunt Zhang, and at least those large baskets were not wasted.

But eating too much dry food would make one feel sick of it. Fang Tong ate a piece of cured fish without interest, then squatted by the water, admiring himself.

I have been eating a lot of pickled food recently and have consumed too much salt. Will this cause me to lose hair?
"Little Cotton." Feng Twelve called her from behind.

Fang Tong looked back lazily, what for?
A bunch of bright red, orange and yellow fruits appeared in her eyes.

Fang Tong's attention was instantly attracted to it.

This fruit looks like the most traditional cherry. It is not big, has a thin skin, and has a bright and radiant color in the sun.

Fang Tong held back the saliva flowing from his mouth and walked up to Feng Twelve with a reserved pace.

Feng Twelve picked one and handed it to her: "Remember to spit out the core."

Fang Tong wagged his tail and chattered.

She put the fruit into her mouth, closed her upper and lower teeth, and the sweet juice burst in her mouth, giving her a shock.

good to eat!

She shook her fur with joy and swallowed the fruit in one gulp.

Feng Twelve stared at her mouth.

"What about the nucleus?"

Fang Tong realized it belatedly and looked at him, blinking his eyes. Yes, where is the core?
She meowed guiltily and scratched her face with her claws. It was all because cats' mouths were different from humans', and she accidentally swallowed the food whole.

Feng Twelve had an expression that was hard to describe.

He patted her head and said, "Don't do that next time."

Got it, Fang Tong rubbed his wrist, with a very obedient attitude.

However, her trick didn't work on Feng Twelve. Her owner pushed her away and placed the fruit in front of her: "Eat slowly."

Fang Tong shrugged in her heart. She had always found it strange that Feng Twelve liked cats so much, so why didn't he like to pet her? He usually just touched her head and patted her back, and even the way he held her was proper.

If he has to take care of his image in front of others, he does the same behind their backs.

Fang Tong sometimes teased him deliberately, and then Feng Twelve would show a rare look of helplessness and push her away lightly.

Fang Tong was both amused and relieved. Fortunately, Feng Twelve was not a cat-loving person, otherwise what would happen if he hugged her to sleep every day? No matter how good her relationship with her roommate was, she didn't want to sleep in the same bed with him.

After eating the fruit, she walked on the gravel beside the stream to the shallow water, dipped her sticky beak hair in the water, and combed it carefully with her claws.

The sunlight shines on the water, creating ripples, like a knife stabbing into the eyes.

No, Fang Tong's pupils shrank, that was a knife!

She looked up suddenly and saw the cold light reflected by the blade in the grass on the opposite bank.

(End of this chapter)