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

Chapter 77 Reunion

In the alley behind the Furong Courtyard wall, a drunk man was kneeling on the ground, with a mess around him.

He had just vomited and regained some consciousness when he saw a figure walking across the street.

In the dim light, the man was like a ghost in the night, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The drunk rubbed his eyes, thinking he was dazzled. A gust of wind blew by, and the lanterns hanging high in the Hibiscus Courtyard swayed faintly. The red candlelight shone outside the wall, bewitching and at the same time making people inexplicably frightened.

The drunk was startled and quickly walked away, holding on to the wall.

On the other side of the wall, a kitten whose color could not be identified crawled out of the grass, looked up at the tall wall, then looked down at its paws, with a look of determination in its eyes.

It took a few steps back, sprinted to the wall, kicked hard with its hind legs, and pounced on the wall.

Its right paw grabbed the gap between the wall tiles and pressed its entire body against it.

However, one of its claws could not bear the weight of its body. It swayed in the air for a few times before finally sliding down weakly.

Its nails left a few pale scratches on the wall, and it sat down on the ground, leaning to the right.

A short arrow was stuck in its left shoulder and swayed as it moved.

Fang Tong grimaced in pain and tears welled up in his eyes.

She threw herself against the wall too hard just now and almost hit the arrowhead in her left shoulder. Although she tried her best to avoid it, she still pulled the tendons and bones in the injured area.

Her scalp was numb with pain and half of her body was almost numb.

She finally found the wall. She could get out by just climbing over the top of it, but she couldn't do anything at the last moment.

She sat in the grass, shivering with cold. Her strength was draining away faster than before, and even standing up was difficult for her.

She closed her eyes, gathered her last bit of strength, used three legs to prop up her body, and rushed towards the wall again.

She ran staggeringly and almost tripped over the wall.

This time, she was unable to jump up and just fell forward weakly.

As she fell, she tried to tilt to the right and lay on the ground on her side, unable to move.

The high wall was close at hand, yet it seemed like a natural moat. On one side was a cage, and on the other was freedom. She looked at the top of the wall, wishing she could grow a pair of wings and fly out of the sky.

Fang Tong panted weakly for a while, propped up his body with his right paw, and slowly crawled forward, dragging his weak hind legs.

She didn't want to die yet, and she didn't want to die in a place like this.

The sound of wind passed over her head and a dark shadow fell on the wall.

Fang Tong stopped alertly.

The shadow landed a few steps away from her and walked towards the corner.

Fang Tong looked at his back and his eyes suddenly widened.

Seal...twelve?
No surprise, no excitement, she instinctively opened her mouth and let out a meow.

The sound could not make it out of her throat. She was injured so badly that her throat seemed to be stuck together. The scream circled around her mouth and only a faint moan came out.

The chirping of insects and croaking of frogs in a remote corner drowned out her cries like a tide.

She watched the familiar figure disappear into the darkness, like a drowning person seeing a log of drifting wood passing by. Her heart sank, and she propped up half of her body and took a few steps in pursuit.

However, Feng Twelve walked very fast, and before she ran out of the bushes, he had completely disappeared from her sight.

Fang Tong stopped, thought for a moment, and took a deep breath.

“Meow—cough cough cough!”

The cry rushed out of his throat, but halfway through it suddenly choked back.

A pair of long legs appeared in front of her.

The night wind blew the corner of Feng Twelve's robe, like a restless wing, flapping against his boots.

He knelt down in front of her, one knee touching the ground, and reached out to her. His hand stopped in mid-air, as if he didn't know where to start, and after a moment of hesitation, he put his hands around her body, like scooping up a handful of water, and carefully lifted her up.

Fang Tong raised his head and meowed at him.

Feng Twelve had a blank expression on his face.

Countless lanterns were hung in the sky above Furong Courtyard, and the bright lights reflected on his face. His expression was as still as the endless dark night, and his deep black pupils reflected the light from outside his body, like a deep sea surging with a faint blood color.

He held her in his arms and slowly stood up.

Fang Tong stared into his eyes. She had many discoveries she wanted to tell him, but she didn't have the strength.

She shook her tail lightly, placed her right paw gently on his mouth, and closed her eyes with relief.

She relaxed for only a moment before he woke her up.

"Don't sleep." Feng Twelve said.

Fang Tong forced her eyes open and uttered a low cry. She didn't want to sleep, she just wanted to close her eyes and rest for a while.

"Don't sleep." Feng Twelve said again.

He stroked her forehead with his thumb and said in a low voice: "Wait until I take you back, then you can go to sleep."

Fang Tong shivered her ears. She felt cold and sleepy, and rubbed her head against his palm.

Feng Twelve gently clasped his hands together, avoiding the wounds on her back and shoulders. His eyes fell on the arrowhead on her shoulder, and his eyes turned cold for a moment.

Xiaonian and several guards crossed the roof and suddenly heard two chirping birds, which was the signal to retreat.

The street outside Furongyuan is still busy with traffic.

Feng Twelve boarded the carriage, and a voice called out from behind: "Your Highness Twelve!"

A servant came running nearby.

"Your Highness, my prince invites you."

Before he finished speaking, the curtain of the carriage door dropped, hiding Feng Twelve's figure behind the curtain.

Xiaonian stepped forward and stopped the servant with a smile: "Your Highness is busy, please tell the prince to come and bother him again when he is free another day."

After saying this, he and several guards mounted their horses and escorted the carriage away.

"Drive steadily." Feng Twelve's order came from inside the car.

Several people outside the car had followed him for many years and could hear a hint of coldness in his tone. They looked at each other, wondering what had happened to make their prince so abnormal.

Feng Twelve sat in the car, put the kitten on his lap, and pulled out a medicine box from the secret compartment.

"I'll stop your bleeding first," he paused, then said, "The arrow wound on your shoulder is too severe. I'll find someone else to treat it for you."

The blood stains around the arrow shaft had already solidified and stuck to the kitten's fur, as if they had taken root in her body.

Feng Twelve had treated many people's wounds in the past, including his own, and he had done it without hesitation every time. But this time, he felt he had no idea where to start.

He looked at her, a hint of regret in his eyes.

He took her out on the street, saying it was to fulfill his promise, but he actually had other plans.

He wanted to confuse the enemy and make them unable to figure out his true strength, so he went out to attend literary gatherings.

He took Fang Tong with him just out of convenience, and it was not to be said that he had any good intentions, nor did he care about her safety. Just like when he was in the palace, he fed those wild cats but didn't care where they went.

In his heart, Fang Tong is not much different from those wild cats. Since she is willing to stay by his side, he is willing to take care of her, and that's all.

But he never really cared about her life or death until he saw her lying bloody in the grass, and the image brought back long-lost memories.

He thought he would not make the same mistake again, but this time, he was completely wrong.

(End of this chapter)