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

Chapter 9: Riding Together
Seal in twelve tents.

The man and the cat looked at each other quietly.

Fang Tong was the first to withdraw his gaze, yawned, and lay down in the small nest beside the couch.

She was very tired today. She hadn't slept the whole night because she was worried about the transformation again. In the morning, there were decrees and rewards, and people were coming and going, so she couldn't rest. She just fought with a mad dog, and she just wanted to have a good sleep. As for changing the owner, she had no objection.

Not to mention that the emperor forbade keeping pets, even in modern times, there are still so many people who abandon their pets due to family pressure.

Qin Shiyue had done her best. The emperor said "dispose of", but she cleverly changed it to "relocate", leaving a way for the pets to survive.

Fang Tong was not picky about where to live. Just because Feng Twelve saved her in the wilderness, she believed that she would not suffer in the prince's mansion.

She lay in her nest, snoring peacefully. Feng Twelve looked at her silently, then turned to the prince and his wife.

Qin Shiyue poked Feng Yunxi.

Feng Yunxi coughed lightly and said, "I have explained everything I should have said. You should take good care of this kitten. I will treat it as a companion for you."

Feng Twelve leaned on the pillow, his eyes indifferent: "I have never kept a cat."

"Nonsense." Feng Yunxi said, "When you were a child in the palace, I once saw you feeding fruit to a wild cat."

"Really?" Feng Twelve tilted his head, "I forgot."

"Then you can review it once more," Feng Yunxi said with a deliberately stern face, "This cat saved your life, so it wouldn't be too much for you to worship it."

Qin Shiyue pinched her husband from behind and continued, "If you don't know how to raise a cat, I have a set of notes and will send them to you someday."

"No need." Feng Twelve said, "The cat stays here, you guys can go."

"Let me tell you, raising a cat is quite simple, as long as...eh?" Qin Shiyue stopped talking in surprise. She had thought that it would take some persuasion before Feng Twelve would agree, but she didn't expect that the other party would agree right away.

Feng Yunxi laughed and said, "Are you starting to chase people away now?"

"You are the ones who have offended His Majesty, why don't you get on the road quickly?" Feng Twelve said.

"We have to get going," Feng Yunxi said, "You should come with us."

This time it was Feng Twelve who was slightly surprised: "Why?"

"The doctor said you can move today. I asked His Majesty this morning, and he agreed to let you return to the capital with the Prince's Palace's motorcade," Feng Yunxi acted like a brother, "You are so injured, I can't let you continue to lie in the wilderness."

"That's right." Qin Shiyue agreed, "Thanks to you for helping Yunxi out last night, in the eyes of others, we are in the same group, so let's go together."

Feng Twelve was silent: "I didn't come here on purpose to help. Given His Majesty's personality, even if I hadn't come, he wouldn't have believed King Ping's words."

"Then why are you here with your wound?" Feng Yunxi blamed, "The doctor said that if your wound was half an inch deeper, your life would be in danger."

"I know my limits." Feng Twelve said, "The assassination is a criminal case. The sooner we report it, the easier it will be to verify."

Feng Yunxi and Qin Shiyue looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

"With your personality, you should go to the Dali Temple instead of the military camp." Feng Yunxi said as she urged Feng Twelve, "Hurry up and ask your people to pack their luggage and leave as soon as possible."

The guards under Feng Twelve were quick and agile and quickly packed up everything.

Feng Twelve was helped to sit up and watched them take down the robe hanging on the wooden rack and put it on himself.

He thought again of last night's dream.

Last night he vaguely saw a woman hiding in a corner and stealing his clothes.

But when he woke up this morning, he saw his clothes neatly hung on the wooden rack. He called someone in to ask and learned that there was nothing unusual in the tent last night. He thought it was just a dream.

If there really was a thief who had the ability to sneak into the royal camp, it would be unreasonable for him not to steal gold and silver, not to harm lives, but to just take a set of clothes.

Feng Twelve pinched his eyebrows. It seemed that he was seriously injured, which was why he had such messy dreams.

Fang Tong woke up when everyone was cleaning up.

She squatted in the bed, watching the baby-faced guard pick her up with her bed and put her into Feng Twelve's carriage. Feng Twelve was leaning on the couch reading a book, and when he saw this, he looked at the guard.

The guard smiled and said, "The prince ordered that the kitten might be frightened by the bumpy road. Your Highness, this carriage is big enough, so he asked me to bring it to you. Please take care of it yourself."

Feng Twelve was silent for a moment.

The guard put down the cat bed and left with a smile.

Fang Tong scratched his ears and looked at the silent Twelfth Prince.

"Meow." She called softly, actively showing her friendliness.

Feng Twelve's eyes moved slightly, and he picked up the book again and started reading.

Fang Tong was bored staying in the nest alone, so he played with his tail for a while, then jumped out of the nest and looked around in the carriage.

The three walls of the carriage were lined with cushions, and there was a window on each side. The window had two layers, one wooden and the other hollow. At this time, in order to block the wind, the inner wooden board had been lowered, and a glass lamp was burning in the recessed space of the small table next to the couch.

The candlelight in the lamp was bright, illuminating Feng Twelve's calm face.

His long eyelashes drooped, his eyes fixed on the book, moving from time to time.

Seeing that he was reading seriously, Fang Tong stretched out his two claws to climb on the edge of the couch, stood up on tiptoe, and tilted his head to look at the other side of the page.

The characters of the Jokhang Dynasty were no different from the traditional Chinese characters recognized by modern people. After careful identification, Fang Tong guessed that it was a military book.

The content of the book was not vernacular and there were no punctuation marks. She started to have a headache after reading a few lines.

As the carriage was passing through a rugged mountain road, the body of the carriage suddenly shook, Fang Tong's claws loosened, and he fell to the ground.

She rolled over twice, and expecting more shocks to come, she simply lay flat and lay there motionless.

At this moment, she felt a tightness behind her neck and a hand lifted her up.

Fang Tong hung in the air and turned half a circle, then made eye contact with Feng Twelve.

Feng Twelve put her on the pillow and stroked her head gently.

"Don't run around."

His voice was flat, like cold water hitting rock, but there was an indescribable gentleness in his words.

Fang Tong pricked up her ears keenly. If she guessed correctly, this man should be an invisible fluff control. Otherwise, how could she be explained why he wanted to touch her even though strangers were not allowed to approach her.

Same thing last night.

She went to his tent, and he didn't forget to touch her head before falling asleep. If this isn't a fluff complex, then what is it?

Fang Tong felt amused and deliberately hovered around Feng Twelve's hand.

Feng Twelve ignored her at first, but later, when he saw that she was getting bolder and even dared to raise her paw to pry at the book in his hand, he turned his head to look at her.

Fang Tong met his clear and cool gaze, and his disruptive claws stopped in mid-air.

She shook her claws and slowly retracted them.

She licked her paws as if nothing had happened. Pah! She forgot she had fur.

She turned around and jumped back to the ground, squatted with her back to Feng Twelve, and spat out the hair in her mouth.

She raised her paw to tidy up her beard and decided not to disturb others reading. After all, she had tried it and found that this owner had a good temper. As long as she didn't cross the line, they would be able to live in peace in the future.

She curled up in a ball, listening to the rumbling of the wheels and imagining her future life.

It's not good to be a cat forever. If you live to be 80, won't you become a cat spirit that everyone wants to kill? You still have to find a pattern to see how to become a human.

She stared at the floor in a daze, and suddenly felt a breeze brushing past her ears, and a ball of paper fell in front of her.

(End of this chapter)