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

Chapter 84 She is unhappy
"What a good phrase, 'just keep them,'" Feng Yuyang said with a smile, "In my opinion, you have already left the palace and opened your own residence. If you like these little things, you don't have to hide them. Just like the Crown Prince's residence, it won't be a problem to keep a whole yard of them."

"The cats and dogs in the Prince's Mansion have been sent to the other courtyard," Feng Twelve said, "It was your Majesty's wish."

Feng Yuyang was stunned: "Why is your Majesty like this?"

"The Crown Princess was pregnant and was nearly injured by a vicious dog in the paddock." Feng Twelve said briefly.

Feng Yuyang understood: "Your Majesty loves the prince, this is to prevent trouble before it happens."

He patted his legs, half sighing and half lamenting: "The Crown Prince and the Crown Princess have been married for many years, and now they finally have a successor. It is a cause for celebration, but more trouble will follow."

"The prince is in the capital and has His Majesty's protection. He is not afraid of any tricks used by others." Feng Twelve said.

"But why did he suddenly ask the Crown Prince to go on a southern tour?" Feng Yuyang looked at him, "Isn't he afraid that the Crown Prince will run into trouble outside?"

"That's the prince," Feng Twelve said without even looking up, "He can't always hide under the emperor's wings."

Feng Yuyang was silent for a moment: "What you said does make sense. No wonder His Majesty is willing to let the prince out. He wants the prince to establish prestige and prepare for the future..."

Feng Twelve hummed, still lowered his head, and let the kitten hold his fingers and play with them.

Seeing that he ignored her, Feng Yuyang shook his head helplessly: "Well, the prince is destined to ascend the throne, we just need to take care of ourselves."

He picked up the scroll placed aside: "Let me see the painting Qingluan gave you...Huh?"

He unfolded the scroll and hissed softly, "Is this a painting of a city?"

Feng Twelve glanced at the painting, his eyes slightly moved: "Weicheng."

"Weicheng? Isn't that the battle six years ago?" Feng Yuyang looked carefully at the plaque painted on the city wall. "It is indeed Weicheng."

Feng Twelve's eyes fell on the painting, and he said nothing as he thought of something.

Feng Yuyang smiled and said, "Qingluan really knows how to please others. You became famous in Weicheng, so she eagerly drew this picture for you. But how did she know what Weicheng looks like?"

"She said she was from Weicheng," Feng Twelve said, "She was also in the city back then."

Feng Yuyang raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You two are so destined to be together."

"I don't know her," Feng Twelve said, glancing at the kitten in the basket, "but the fact that she was able to draw this picture proves that she is indeed from Weicheng."

"How about I ask about her background for you?" Feng Yuyang said, "If you sympathize with her, I can redeem her."

"No need." Feng Twelve said.

"So ruthless?" Feng Yuyang pointed at him and laughed, "She mentioned you more than once in front of me."

"Why do you mention me?" Feng Twelve asked.

"Of course I want to know when you will go to Furong Courtyard again," Feng Yuyang said, "Last time you passed by Huajie, everyone thought you would go to find me, but I didn't expect you to leave as soon as you said you would. I can see that Qingluan has been disappointed for a while."

Feng Twelve remained silent, obviously not interested in this topic.

Feng Yuyang stayed in the car for a while, but seeing that he was not talkative and feeling bored, he simply stopped the carriage and returned to his own car.

As soon as he left, Fang Tong let go of Feng Twelve's finger, turned sideways in the basket, stepped on the cushion with all four paws, and stood up unsteadily.

She rested in the inn for a few days and her injuries gradually improved. She could feel that a cat's body consumed less energy than a human's and had a stronger ability to endure pain, so she was not in a hurry to restore her human form and continued to recuperate in the form of a cat.

She couldn't stand normally yesterday, but today she can walk a few steps, which makes her feel relieved.

She raised her right front paw towards Feng Twelve, and Feng Twelve opened his palm and reached out to hold her paw with his palm.

Fang Tong meowed: Not this.

She removed her paw and pointed to his side.

Feng Twelve looked in the direction she pointed: "Book?"

On a small table nearby were placed books and writing instruments, including the Book of Rites that Fang Tong had read.

Fang Tong shook his head, took a step forward, and pointed at the other end with his claws. Feng Twelve guessed: "Pen and ink?"

Fang Tong raised his paw and scratched the air a few times: "Meow meow."

She doesn't want a pen, she just wants ink.

Feng Twelve watched her movements and seemed to understand what she meant: "You want to write with ink?"

Fang Tong nodded, her claws were the best pen.

Feng Twelve took out the inkstone, poured clean water into it, and began to grind the ink: "Where do you write?"

Fang Tong turned his head and glanced at the scroll placed aside.

Such a big roll of paper is enough for her to write.

Feng Twelve smiled softly: "Really?"

Fang Tong raised his eyes to look at him: "Meow?" Is he reluctant to let go?

"Why write on the painting?" Feng Twelve asked.

Fang Tong tilted his head because he was unhappy.

All her injuries were caused by Qingluan. Knowing that the other party was an enemy, how could she be nice to him? What's more, Qingluan gave the painting to Feng Twelve, and who knew if there was anything fishy about the painting? Since the other party had carefully prepared this, she had to put sixty, seven, eighty or ninety footprints on the painting to turn it into a piece of waste paper.

Feng Twelve couldn't see any obvious expression on the kitten's face, but he could feel that she was angry.

Since she is angry, she should be allowed to calm down, otherwise how can her injuries heal?

He opened the scroll, spread it on the floor, and took the kitten out of the basket.

"The ground is cold, don't stay there too long." He reminded softly.

Fang Tong put one paw on the painting, took a few steps, raised his right paw, tapped the ground, and signaled Feng Twelve to put the inkstone over there.

Feng Twelve lifted up his robe, squatted down, and placed the inkstone next to Fang Tong.

Fang Tong looked at the pink tips of his claws and pressed them into the inkstone without hesitation. When he lifted them up again, the snow-white tips had been stained black.

She raised her claws and wrote two words on the paper: Qingluan.

Feng Twelve had been watching her movements. When he saw her write Qingluan's name, he asked, "Did she hurt you?"

His tone was flat, and no fluctuations could be heard. Fang Tong ignored it and continued writing -

Qingluan, deputy envoy of Bainiao Pavilion, Hongxiao, right protector, crossbow user, ranked fifth.

Feng Twelve looked at these names and their identities, his eyes gradually darkened: "Were you injured by them that night?"

Fang Tong nodded and wrote: Hong Xiao and Qing Luan caught me in the teahouse...

Having written this, she paused, suddenly not knowing how to continue.

Feng Twelve would definitely ask why they arrested her, and how should she answer?
She touched the ground with her claws and scratched the paper a few times unconsciously.

"Why did they arrest you?" Feng Twelve asked.

Fang Tong looked at him, raised his right paw, paused in the air for two seconds, and then put it down again.

She wanted to say "it's because of you". As long as she put the blame on Feng Twelve, she could continue to hide her origins. But when she looked at his concerned eyes, she felt heavy in her heart.

"Is it because of me?" Feng Twelve suddenly said, "They saw you were with me, and they wanted to find out my background, so they arrested you."

This coincided with the excuse Fang Tong had thought of. Although it was far-fetched, considering her injuries, Feng Twelve was not likely to ask any further questions.

Now that Feng Twelve had taken the responsibility himself, Fang Tong didn't even have to lie. But she looked into his eyes and couldn't nod.

(End of this chapter)