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

Chapter 48 Homeless
Sure enough, there must be someone above.

Fang Tong thought with emotion that this workplace law applies everywhere.

But there was one thing she couldn't understand: why didn't Feng Twelve try to get along well with the emperor? He could just pretend, but he didn't.

The first time she met him, she witnessed how he and the emperor got along. The two of them were exactly the same in their indifference, and in this way, they looked like a real father and son.

When Feng Twelve heard her mention the night she returned from the Prince's Mansion, there was something more elusive in his eyes.

Fang Tong wasn't sure whether he was shy or angry, because he suddenly interrupted the previous topic and asked, "What else can you change into?"

Fang Tong was stunned.

What else can I become? A cat or a human? A human or a cat?
I can also become an assassin, believe it or not.

It felt like a pendulum was swinging back and forth in her mind, making her a little confused.

She suddenly realized that this time her transformation into a human lasted for quite a long time. Did she have to live as a human from now on?
Seeing that she hadn't spoken yet, Feng Twelve raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't know?"

Fang Tong sighed, this time with genuine sadness: "My power is weak, it's hard to say."

If she becomes a human, she can go out into the colorful world, but she still has the identity of an assassin. If it weren't for this identity, she wouldn't have to make up a story about the origins of a mountain god.

The only thing she was thankful for was that the government did not have her portrait, so she would not be condemned by everyone if she went out on the street with this face.

She touched her face and asked, "Are you willing to continue to take me in?"

If Feng Twelve didn't want to keep her, she would have to find another way out. Before that, she had to shamelessly ask him for help.

"If I don't take you in, where will you go?" Feng Twelve paused and asked deliberately, "Cangmang Mountain?"

Fang Tong shook his head: "It's useless to return to the mountain until the favor is fully repaid."

Feng Twelve smiled slightly. It seemed that she still remembered the origin she had just mentioned.

"Where are you going?" he asked again.

Fang Tong looked at him.

"Can you... help me get a residence permit and household registration?"

That's the point.

A pass is like a pass that must be shown when entering or leaving the city, and household registration is of utmost importance.

If Fang Tong wants to settle down in this strange dynasty, he must find a legitimate identity for himself.

In today's peaceful and prosperous times, any outsiders who move into any place must be examined by the local authorities. She, a single woman, would be even more conspicuous and would be targeted if she was not careful.

Of course, she can also return to Bai Niao Pavilion and continue to be an assassin.

But firstly, she couldn't kill anyone, and secondly, the government was clearing out the White Bird Pavilion. The assassin Bingqi had used a fake identity before, and now he might have been thoroughly investigated. If she rashly returned to Bingqi's residence, she might just walk into a trap.

After much thought, I can only ask Feng Twelve for help.

After listening to her request, Feng Twelve became more certain about his original guess.

She was indeed homeless.

No matter whether she is a cat or a human, if she wants to go somewhere, she will not stay in the prince's mansion all the time.

Right now, it seemed that she didn't even have a legitimate identity in this world.

So where did she come from?

Feng Twelve did not believe her story about being a mountain god. He suspected that she was originally a human being because when she was a cat, she would unconsciously reveal human habits.

She was very clean, liked delicious food, reading, and listening to people chatting. He didn't like her hiding things, but he had to admit that the identity of the mountain god could scare many people.

He remembered that she had often read geographical books for a period of time, especially the "Mountain Book", and she might have got the inspiration from it.

He suddenly didn't want to embarrass her anymore.

It must be very unfair for a girl to suddenly become a cat.

He moved his eyes down a few inches and saw that she was sitting with her back straight, but the hem of her skirt that fell on the ground fluttered from time to time. There was no wind in the car, and it was obvious that someone was in a nervous mood and accidentally kicked the hem of her skirt.

He couldn't help but think of the kitten picking at the paper ball. Her claws were always busy and she loved to fiddle with things around her. She was still like this now that she had grown into a human.

He finally found a familiar feeling in her, and the disappointment in his heart dissipated a little.

"Your identity has yet to be ascertained." He said sternly, "No matter who you are, you have no choice but to stay here until I find out."

Fang Tong blinked.

"Can I make one more request?"

She had expected that Feng Twelve would not easily give her an identity, so she played a little trick.

The ancients said that in a dark room, if others do not agree to open a window, then make a more extreme request, such as chiseling open the roof, so that others will agree to open the window.

As the saying goes, aim for the best and you will get the middle. What she really wanted to ask for was the next one.

"I can't stay with you for nothing. Can you hire me?" she asked. "I am willing to be your maid."

You won’t die immediately without an identity, but you will be unable to move forward without money. Fang Tong plans to achieve the first goal first: make money!

Her bright eyes flickered, and in Feng Twelve's eyes, the familiar feeling returned a little.

He tilted his head, and the light from the window leaked in completely, casting a hazy halo on the floor between the two of them.

"I don't need a maid."

This was a refusal, but it was also the truth. He did not like being served personally, and his daily life in the prince's mansion was mostly taken care of by servants. Even if there were maids, they only did some ordinary chores. The backyard was simple and a bit deserted.

"I can cook, so I can go to the kitchen to help," Fang Tong said, "I can also do the chores that other maids can do."

She thought for a moment and then added, "I also know a little about writing, counting, and accounting."

As she spoke, she felt a little regretful. Why did she choose liberal arts when she was studying? If she had majored in science and engineering, maybe she could have invented something, refined steel, made glass, or produced some alcohol or antibiotics. She didn't believe that Feng Twelve was worth rejecting.

But there is a saying that goes, "Where there is a will, there is a way." It doesn't matter if Feng Twelve doesn't agree, she can persuade him.

"Others can do what you can do," Feng Twelve looked at her, his eyes as calm as always, "Why choose you?"

The tone was exactly the same as that of modern client dads, making Fang Tong feel as if he had returned to the days of being a corporate slave.

"Because I wouldn't be where I am today without you," she said cheekily, "I'm here to repay you. You'll be more valuable if I stay by your side."

"What's the value?" Feng Twelve smiled. "According to what you said, you can't even control your transformation. What can you do for me?"

"I know the origins of the murderer who ambushed you by the stream the day before yesterday."

As soon as Fang Tong finished speaking, he saw Feng Twelve's eyes fixed.

"This is a serious matter, so don't speak rashly."

He could accept that she made up a story to lie to him in order to protect herself, but when it came to serious matters, he didn't want her to use this as a cover.

"I didn't lie to you," Fang Tong swept away his hypocrisy and said more seriously than he did, "The man with the iron chain was not a bandit, but an assassin from the White Bird Pavilion."

(End of this chapter)