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

Chapter 4 The tea is too hot, drink it slowly
Inside the big tent, Feng Wuqiong knelt on the ground with his head held high.

"The assassins confessed that there is a base of Bai Niao Pavilion in Anshui County. They received the commission half a month ago, and Meng Xuanyi happened to pass through Anshui County half a month ago," he looked at the crown prince Feng Yunxi and said coldly, "It is well known that Meng Xuanyi is the crown prince's man. Without the crown prince, he could not enter the Ministry of Personnel. It is natural and reasonable for him to work for the crown prince."

Feng Yunxi stood at one side, facing Feng Wuqiong's cold gaze, and said slowly: "Prince Ping, be careful with your words. Meng Xuanyi has been evaluated by various ministries before he can serve in the Ministry of Personnel. If you want to question our system of selection, you can make suggestions to Your Majesty. As for why Meng Xuanyi passed through Anshui County, he was an official in charge of examinations last month. Anshui was on his route, and everyone knows this."

Feng Wuqiong snorted coldly: "Who knows if you took advantage of his schedule and deliberately let him hire a killer in Anshui County."

Feng Yunxi did not answer. He turned to look at the emperor who was sitting high on the throne, bowed and said, "I have never hired anyone to assassinate Prince Ping, but the assassination of the prince is a serious matter. I ask my father to summon the Dali Temple, the Ministry of Justice and the Censorate to hand over the assassin to the three courts for trial."

The emperor closed his eyes slightly, placed his right hand on his knee, and tapped his fingers lightly. From the moment Feng Wuqiong accused the prince to the moment Feng Yunxi defended himself, he had kept his eyes closed and remained silent.

When the emperor heard Feng Yunxi's request for a joint trial by the three courts, he opened his eyes.

"The Imperial Censor was once your teacher, and you also know people in the Dali Temple and the Ministry of Justice," the emperor looked at Feng Yunxi and smiled, "According to Wuqiong, all three ministries have your people. Is it necessary for this three-division trial?"

Feng Yunxi lowered his eyes and said, "Father, please understand. I have never formed a clique for personal gain."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Wuqiong on the ground snorted coldly: "Father has said so, and you still dare to be stubborn?"

Fang Tong heard the conversation between the few people outside the tent clearly. She shook her tail, wondering, with her experience in the workplace, why did the emperor's words sound more and more strange the more she listened to them?

She had never met the emperor and didn't know his temper, but she was sure that Feng Wuqiong was stupid for responding at this time.

The emperor's whispers were heard from inside the tent.

"Wuqiu, since the three officials are all the prince's men, do you still want to sue?"

"Of course I will sue!" Feng Wuqiong stiffened his neck, "I believe that even if the crown prince is invincible, father can still make the decision for me!"

"Ha ha……"

The emperor smiled slowly. His smile was gentle and kind. In Feng Wuqiong's opinion, the look in his eyes when he looked at him was full of love and affection.

Feng Wuqiong felt warm in his heart and stood up: "Father——"

The emperor raised his hand and interrupted him.

"Since the Ministry of Personnel and the Three Departments are all under the Crown Prince's control, I don't want to be the emperor anymore. I'll just abdicate and become the Supreme Emperor," he said with a light smile. "Don't you think so? Infinite."

Feng Wuqiong looked at the emperor's gentle smile and suddenly shuddered.

"No, no! What I meant is that the prince bribed officials in the court to murder his brothers!" He knelt down again with a plop, "Father, please listen to my explanation first!"

The shout was deafening, and not only Fang Tong, but everyone outside the tent could hear it clearly.

Fang Tong clicked her tongue in her heart and said that the emperor's words could not be understood from a positive perspective.

Feng Wuqiong said that there were problems with the selection of Meng Xuanyi, which was equivalent to saying that the prince controlled the Ministry of Personnel. Later, he echoed the emperor and said that the prince was all-powerful, which was equivalent to tacitly admitting that the emperor's power had fallen into the hands of others. How could the emperor be happy when he heard these words?

Feng Wuqiong's original intention might have been to stir up the emperor's dissatisfaction with the prince, but judging from the emperor's reaction, Feng Wuqiong seemed more like he disliked his incompetence.

But is this emperor really incompetent?

If he was incompetent, why did the prince speak so little since he opened his mouth?

In the big tent, the emperor sighed, shook his head, and motioned to the old eunuch beside him: "Go, pour a cup of tea for Prince Ping, let him moisten his throat, and speak slowly if you have anything to say."

The old eunuch responded with a smile on his face, went to the table to make a cup of hot tea, brought it to Feng Wuqiong with both hands, bent down and said: "Your Highness Prince Ping, it's late at night and the dew is heavy. Have a cup of hot tea to warm your body."

Feng Wuqiong glanced at the old eunuch, then at the emperor on the throne, took the tea bowl, put it to his mouth, paused, and drank it all in one gulp.

The freshly brewed tea was slightly hot. Feng Wuqiong's face flushed. He held it in his mouth for a while, but in the end he couldn't swallow it and spat it all over the floor with a "puff".

"Ouch," the old eunuch took off the handkerchief from his waist and wiped the water stains on Feng Wuqiong's clothes. "I am so damn shameless that I forgot to remind Your Highness that the tea is too hot and you have to drink it slowly." Feng Wuqiong covered his mouth and pushed the old eunuch away.

He placed his hands on the ground and kowtowed twice to the emperor: "If the guards hadn't risked their lives to protect me today, I would never see my father again. The Spring Hunting Grounds are heavily guarded, but an assassin broke in. I'm not afraid of anything else, but I'm afraid that the assassin has other plans and will harm my father. I'm not seeking justice for myself, I'm afraid that my father will be harmed by the traitor!"

After saying this, he burst into tears.

Fang Tong was outside listening to him crying and secretly admired him. It wasn't easy to be a member of the royal family. Tears came easily.

This letter turned the topic to the emperor's safety, and it was unknown how the emperor would react.

Just as he was thinking about it, a smell of blood wafted over. Fang Tong sniffed his nose. The smell was quite familiar.

She turned her head and saw four people carrying a stretcher approaching.

"Twelve?" Princess Qin Shiyue was the first to speak, "Why are you here?"

The man lying on the stretcher sat up slowly. He seemed to have pulled his wound and frowned slightly. Then he pushed himself up with one hand, left the stretcher and stood up.

As soon as he stood still, his back straightened, as if all the pain had left him.

Fang Tong saw that he was still wearing the clothes he had worn when they first met. All his wounds were wrapped in white cloth. The arrowhead on his shoulder had been removed, and the wound was also bandaged with white cloth, with a blurry stain of blood on the cloth.

When the man heard Qin Shiyue's call, he nodded slightly at her and walked towards the guards outside the tent.

"Please inform the emperor," he said to the captain of the imperial guards, "Twelve has an important matter to ask to see Your Majesty."

The captain of the imperial guards had already seen that he was covered in blood and was stunned for a while.

Although everyone knew that King Ping had been assassinated, he was fine when he came, shouting and yelling, without even a scratch on his skin. But when the twelfth prince appeared, he looked like he had just come down from the battlefield, with wounds all over his body and horrible to behold.

Although he was standing straight, his face was pale and his voice was weak when he opened his mouth to speak.

The captain of the guard remembered His Majesty's order and wanted to refuse, but he couldn't open his mouth.

He hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "Your Highness, please wait a moment, I will go in and report."

Qin Shiyue had been following Feng Twelve when he came over.

"Twelve, you're crazy," she whispered, "You're so badly injured, why don't you go back and recuperate?"

Feng Twelve turned his head to look at her, his eyes fell on her hands.

"This cat," he paused, "turns out it's with you."

Qin Shiyue held the kitten in front of Feng Twelve and said, "This is your savior. Who dares to lose it? I thought you have never been interested in these little guys, so I will take it back to the Prince's Mansion to adopt it."

Feng Twelve looked at the kitten and said, "It's good to have it raised by the Crown Prince's Mansion."

Qin Shiyue smiled, hugged the kitten and rubbed it hard: "I have a group of cats and dogs in my house, just right for it to keep company."

Feng Twelve's mouth twitched but he didn't say anything.

Fang Tong drooped her four paws and let people rub her head. Let them rub her, she is a cat, she has the awareness of being a cat, there is no cat in the world that does not get rubbed, since she can't escape, she might as well lie down obediently.

This princess is obviously a cat lover. If she can live in the prince's mansion, she will be able to live a life of luxury in the near future.

However, the prerequisite is that the unsolved case between the Crown Prince and Prince Ping can be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise people will be in panic and she will not be able to live in peace.

(End of this chapter)