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

Chapter 45: Unexpected Transformation
“A-choo!” “A-choo!”

In the Prince Jing's Mansion far away in Guzhou in the south, a series of sneezes were heard one after another.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" A dark and thin official in blue took out a handkerchief to cover his nose, and ran quickly along the corridor with his entourage.

Another official wearing the same uniform as him came running from the other side. The two men were unable to dodge and collided head-on, both stumbling.

"Hey, Old Yuan," Liu Congwen picked up the handkerchief that had fallen to the ground and shook off the dust on it, "Why are you running so fast? Is the prince back?"

Yuan Zhian glanced behind him and said, "I was just about to ask you, has the prince returned?"

"No," Liu Congwen sneezed before he finished speaking, "You know that the tung flowers are in full bloom at this time of year, and the city is filled with pollen. The prince can't stand this the most, and he won't come back unless he stays outside until the flowers wither."

Yuan Zhian stamped his feet: "That's troublesome."

"What's the matter?" Liu Congwen pinched the handkerchief between his nose, blew his nose hard, and asked with his red nose, "What happened?"

"Just now the government sent a message that an imperial edict has arrived from the capital, saying that the crown prince will tour the south on behalf of His Majesty, and we should be prepared to welcome him."

"Ah?" Liu Congwen was dumbfounded, holding the handkerchief, "The crown prince is going on a southern tour? When?"

"We have already set out from the capital on the day of the calculation," Yuan Zhian said, "The Crown Prince's southern tour is no small matter, and there must be no mistakes, so Prefect Song is anxious to discuss it with the prince."

The prince the two people were talking about was Prince Jing Feng Yuyang.

Feng Yuyang was the emperor's third son. He was born with a leg disease. Because the climate in the south was warm and suitable for treatment, the emperor allowed him to leave the capital after he came of age and gave him the area around Guzhou as his fief.

"It's useless for Prefect Song to look for the prince," Liu Congwen stuffed the handkerchief into his sleeve pocket, "He knows that our prince is obsessed with calligraphy and painting and has no idea about government affairs. If we want him to make decisions, it's better to let the chief official of the palace come forward. After all, he is the chief steward and knows everything."

"Qiu Changshi has been captured by Prefect Song to help." Yuan Zhian rolled his eyes at him, "It was he who asked me to come to you and told you to contact the prince as soon as possible. Don't stay outside and come back quickly."

"But the prince has already gone to Linshui County," Liu Congwen said, "The Wuyue Mountain Master he admires the most has just come south. I heard that he is stopping in Linshui County. A group of writers and poets are all heading there. Before the prince left, he said that he wanted to hold a grand literary conference for Wuyue Mountain Master. How could he be willing to come back right away?"

"I don't care," Yuan Zhian said, "Anyway, I've got your message. If you don't invite the prince back, the prince will blame you, and our entire mansion will suffer."

"The prince is kindhearted, so he won't easily... A-choo! Punish me," Liu Congwen covered his nose, "Besides, everyone in the world knows that our prince is not like Prince Ping, who is not good at that——"

He pointed to the sky, "Not interested."

It has always been the case that people with disabilities cannot become emperors. Feng Yuyang posed no threat to other princes since he was born, so he was the most carefree among all the princes. Every day he either traveled around, appreciated poetry and met friends, or even lingered in places of fireworks, and no one in the court said anything about it.

"Do you need to be so long-winded?" Yuan Zhian pushed him out by the shoulder. "Whether to fight or not is one thing, whether to respect or not is another. If you have time to talk nonsense with me here, you might as well send someone to deliver a letter to the prince. If it's too late, Qiu Changshi will not forgive you first."

"Okay, okay, I'll go. I'll go."

In the endless woods, the green that covers the sky is like a thick barrier, blocking out the sounds from outside.

Fang Tong lay in the carriage, listening to the sound of metal clashing outside, with only two words in his mind -

I go!

This is the fourth time in three days.

Bandits on the road are like leeks in the field, there will be another crop after you cut it.

Fang Tong was simply skeptical. Was the public security here so bad? Were the local officials just taking their salaries without doing anything? How could ordinary people survive if they encountered bandits every time they went out?

She sighed silently, jumped onto the bench, and looked out through the window frame.

This group of bandits was similar to the ones we met a few days ago. They were dressed similarly and used similar weapons. No one knew where they came from. There was not a single expert among them. Although they were numerous, they were defeated by Feng Twelve and the coachman.

Fang Tong stayed obediently in the carriage and didn't go outside to cause trouble.

She felt a little unwell the night before and almost thought she was going to transform. She was worried about it for two whole days, but the feeling soon disappeared.

This made her more content, and she only hoped to reach Linshui County as soon as possible and find a safe place to deal with the changes in her body. She watched Feng Twelve pull out a long sword from the chest of a bandit outside the window, and she no longer felt the shock she had in the previous times.

It's just killing someone. After watching it for a long time, she even felt that she could do it herself.

She watched the fight outside and recalled the assassin Bingqi's moves in her mind. Bingqi's skills might be the weakest among the assassins, but she remembered the basic teachings of killing very well.

[If you can kill with one move, don’t use a second move]

[The most vulnerable part of a man is...]

[A woman’s most vulnerable part is…]

Before Fang Tong could recall all the formulas, he saw a cold light shooting out from the woods.

A long arrow flew straight into Feng Twelve's vest!

Fang Tong screamed and couldn't help but jump forward, hitting his head against the window frame.

The huge impact on her forehead made her limbs go limp, and her claws loosened and slid down from the window.

She fell onto the bench, rolled over, and fell off the chair, making close contact with the floor of the carriage.

She fell to the ground and felt dizzy for a while, then stumbled to her feet and jumped back onto the window frame.

Don't be in trouble——

She prayed and looked out nervously.

Just one glance and she was stunned.

The battle outside the carriage has been decided.

Feng Twelve stood there, seemingly unharmed, directing a group of men in gray to clean up the mess.

Wait, the man in gray? When did this guy appear?
Fang Tong looked to the other side and saw the group of bandits, all dressed in colorful clothes, lying on the ground.

She glanced at the gray-clothed people walking around and found that they were all familiar faces.

Isn’t this the guard from the Prince’s Palace?

Fang Tong saw a very familiar face, the guard Xiaonian.

Why are they here?

She breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, slowly loosened her claws, and let her body slide onto the bench.

Feng Twelve is such a bastard.

She raised her paws to cover her face, feeling both angry and amused.

He must have made arrangements before leaving the capital and let his guards follow him secretly. No wonder he dared to travel with only one person. It turned out that he had made preparations in advance.

But who shot that arrow?
She stretched, climbed up from the bench, grabbed her long hair in front of her chest and thought hard. She always felt that the person who shot the arrow was not a bandit.

She twisted the soft hair around her fingers a few times and stared at her fingers in a daze.

……and many more!
She looked at her hands, then moved her eyes downwards -

She rolled under the chair and curled up into a ball.

Why has she changed again?
(End of this chapter)