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

Chapter 47 Quietly Watching You Edit
Feng Twelve couldn't explain why he was disappointed. Perhaps it was because he had never doubted her, but she was clearly wary of him.

The woman in front of him was no longer the coquettish and silly kitten. The previous closeness seemed to have never existed. After the initial panic, she became very calm, as if she had made up her mind.

Feng Twelve listened quietly as she continued to compose——

"I am the mountain god of Cangmang Mountain. I turned into a cat that day and nearly got eaten by a snake. Fortunately, you saved me."

Fang Tong didn't pretend to be a mountain god on impulse. She had already thought about how to explain her origins if someone discovered her transformation.

It can't be too mysterious, nor can it be too mysterious.

These days she looked through the Dazhao Geography and found that there has been a custom of worshiping mountain gods here since ancient times. Even the imperial court would allocate special funds to build mountain temples on famous mountains. The same is true for Cangmang Mountain where the enclosure is located.

Compared with the monsters in folk legends, the identity of the mountain god is naturally more intimidating.

She clasped her hands lightly, crossed her fingers and folded them in front of her abdomen, straightened her back and put on a proper look: "You saved my life, I owe you a karma, so I will go down the mountain with you to seek repayment."

"You have saved my life," Feng Twelve said calmly, "You led people up the mountain to save me that night."

Fang Tong smiled slightly, she expected him to say that.

"You are the prince. Even if I don't bring people up the mountain, someone will go up the mountain to look for you. I have only repaid half of my life to you." She showed an extremely sincere expression. "Every sip and every bite is destined. Before I repay your kindness, I can only stay in the human world."

Feng Twelve raised his eyebrows. He didn't want to expose her, but he couldn't help but want to embarrass her: "Since you are a mountain god, why can't you even beat a snake?"

"This is God's will," Fang Tong said without panic, his tone even more profound and unfathomable, "To be honest, mountain gods are also divided into different levels. Cangmang Mountain was originally an ordinary mountain range, but because it was used as a royal enclosure, I was able to enjoy the incense of the world, and then I developed intelligence. I was born with intelligence not long ago, and my divine power was insufficient. On weekdays, I could only appear in the form of a cat, and it was extremely difficult to maintain a human form. That night was a new moon, and it was also the time when my divine power was the weakest. I was destined to have this disaster, and you are the one who saved me from it."

She imagined herself as the various gods and Buddhas in film and television dramas, speaking calmly and eloquently, feeling that her acting skills were on point and her appearance was dignified.

As she spoke, she paid attention to Feng Twelve's reaction.

The man who can turn disasters into fortune, this was a compliment she gave him specially. Ordinary people would inevitably feel proud when hearing this. No matter how mature and steady Feng Twelve was, he would be moved by her to some extent.

Feng Twelve's expression really changed.

"How do you want to repay that?"

This question was too practical and beyond Fang Tong's expectations.

She looked at him. Did he believe it or not? No matter what, the story had come to this point and she had to continue.

She looked serious and said slowly, "The secret cannot be revealed."

As a mountain god, how can he tell every detail to mortals? The more he says, the easier it is to be exposed. It is better to let him guess for himself, mixing true and false, real and fake.

Feng Twelve glanced her up and down, his eyes full of inquiry.

Fang Tong pursed her lips and added: "Repaying is repaying, but you and I are different from gods and humans, and we cannot be together."

After she finished speaking, a series of melodramatic plots about immortals and mortals falling in love, and gods and demons fighting to destroy the world popped up in her mind, and she almost laughed at herself.

She hadn't meant to say that.

If it were another man, she would still have to worry about the other party having some bad intentions, just like what is written in popular novels, where a poor scholar saves a fairy, and the fairy must throw herself into his arms to repay the favor.

Such stories are widely circulated, which shows that most men have such fantasies.

But Feng Twelve was different. She had long seen that this man had no interest in women. As a prince, he didn't even have a concubine in his backyard.

The guards said in casual conversation that Feng Twelve had never accepted any woman forced upon him by others. As time went by, there was even a rumor in the capital that the reason why the Twelfth Prince was not interested in women was because of his physical defects.

She couldn't tell if Feng Twelve had any flaws, but she could see that he was sizing her up. Feng Twelve wasn't someone who would blindly believe whatever others said, and she didn't want to be treated as a dog-skin plaster, so she gave him a heads-up in advance to let him know that she had no desire for him at all.

Her frankness probably touched him. He looked at her quietly for a while and said, "Hmm."

Hmm? Fang Tong's eyes flickered. What do you mean by hmm?
Feng Twelve seemed to see her confusion and continued, "I understand."

Fang Tong: “…Oh.”

She could tell that this person might have doubts about her background, but at least he didn't intend to delve into it for the time being.

This is enough.

She dared to lie to him about her identity because she relied on the fact that they had been together for such a long time and she bet that he would not embarrass her for the sake of the kitten.

As long as you don't arrest her as a monster, everything can be negotiated.

She fiddled with her skirt for a few times, and suddenly became curious: "You didn't see my transformation with your own eyes, so you didn't suspect that I was lying to you?"

"The carriage has been here the whole time," Feng Twelve said, "and my people are all around here. No one can hide in the carriage without being discovered."

Fang Tong nodded, and showed a sincere attitude: "If you still have any doubts, I can tell you the details of our previous relationship."

When she turned into a cat, she spent more time with Feng Twelve than anyone else. Her identity could be faked, but the details could not be deceived.

"Tell me about it." Feng Twelve did not refuse.

He leaned back, the light from the window shining in from the side of his face, half of his face was in light and half in dark.

Fang Tong rolled his eyes.

"You said that you need to disguise yourself for this trip, so let me go with you."

"Well," Feng Twelve responded, "Anything else?"

"In order to coax me into agreeing, you peeled a plate of shrimps for me." Fang Tong said.

Feng Twelve's eyebrows moved. Eating shrimps came first and making a decision came later. What did he mean by coaxing her to agree? Moreover, he peeled shrimps for her, but he was worried that she would prick her mouth again.

"That afternoon, you ate my dried fish," Fang Tong said with a righteous tone, "and you chased me off the table."

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Feng Twelve frowned at her choice of words.

Who was lying on the map making trouble? Who left obediently after hearing there were shrimps to eat?
It turns out that after the kitten turns into a human, it will turn the tables.

"Go on." He said calmly.

Fang Tong thought about it and found that there was too much to say.

"You were so excited the night you came back from the Prince's Mansion that you didn't even change your clothes when you entered the house. You went out and practiced with your spear for half an hour. Oh, and you smiled at me." She teased him intentionally or unintentionally, "You were really happy that day."

He looked much more vivid that night than he does now.

She supported herself with her hands on both sides of her body, swung her toes under the stool and kicked the hem of her skirt, watching the ripples on the green fabric, and smiled: "I guess you must want to leave Beijing."

It is said that if the princes of Dazhao do not have fiefs, they will have to die in the capital. If someone like Feng Twelve is not favored, he will most likely not get the opportunity to travel far away unless he has a good relationship with the prince.

(End of this chapter)