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

Chapter 6 No Clothes
Feng Wuqiong was stunned: "You just said that the prince is close to him. Why did he choose to come at this time instead of earlier or later? If this is not to help him, then what is it?"

The emperor smiled kindly: "You are very good at listening to what I say."

"Father..." Feng Wuqiong was about to say something else but was interrupted by the emperor's wave of his hand.

"Chao En, what time is it now?" The emperor turned and asked the old eunuch who was serving him.

"It is midnight," the old eunuch Chao En bowed and said, "Your Majesty, are you tired? I will have someone help Your Majesty wash up."

"No hurry," the emperor said, "We had dinner early today, and I'm a little hungry now. Go and tell the kitchen to build a few bonfires outside the tent and prepare a roasted deer feast."

Chao En smiled and said, "Since it's a roasted deer banquet, it would be a bit lonely without enough people. Your Majesty, would you like to find more people to accompany you?"

The emperor raised his hand and pointed at the people in the tent: "I have two sons and a crown princess here. Go to the other tents and call all my children here. I am old and I like to be lively."

"Yes." Chao En took the order and left.

Feng Wuqiong was anxious: "Father, the assassin's matter has not been resolved yet, how can I have the mood to eat?"

The emperor glanced at him and said, "You have always been impatient. You are exactly like your uncle Sui Yongdao."

Feng Wuqiong was stunned for a moment, and then he heard the emperor say again: "If you want to solve the assassin issue, then solve the Twelve one at the same time."

Feng Wuqiong opened his mouth and said, "His side has nothing to do with me. I definitely didn't send anyone to kill him!"

The emperor laughed and said, "The prince also said that he did not send anyone to kill you. If I believe you, should I also believe him?"

Feng Wuqiong choked in his throat, mumbled twice, and became speechless.

Fang Tong lay in Qin Shiyue's arms, looking at the scene in front of him, and shook his ears slightly.

She knew that the emperor would not rashly believe Feng Wuqiong's accusations. Similarly, the emperor had no plans to deal with Feng Twelve's distress immediately tonight.

This emperor was more patient than anyone else present. In his eyes, a matter involving human life might not be as important as a dinner.

Crown Prince Feng Yunxi had been standing quietly by the side until he finally spoke up: "Father, if we hold a banquet tonight, it will inevitably be chaotic due to the large number of people. How about letting the imperial guards thoroughly check the camp first, and then hold the banquet in the daytime?"

The emperor smiled and said, "You are just too timid. Although I am old, I can still wield a knife and a sword. I am not afraid of someone causing trouble, but I am afraid that he dare not show his head."

Seeing that the emperor had made up his mind, Feng Yunxi stopped trying to persuade him and just had someone clean up the space outside the tent in preparation for the dinner.

A blazing bonfire soon burned up, and the princes and princesses who came to participate in the spring hunt arrived one after another. After paying their respects to the emperor, they took their seats.

The grilled meat on the iron rack oozed golden fat under the firelight, accompanied by sizzling sounds, and the aroma of cumin and chili filled the air above the camp.

Everyone raised their glasses to toast the emperor. The scene was harmonious and full of laughter.

Fang Tong lay in the Crown Princess's tent, listening to the noise coming from afar and yawned out of boredom.

She was sent back by Qin Shiyue long before the banquet started. A maid named Lanxi took off a sable scarf and sewed a small nest for her.

Fang Tong drank half a bowl of hot goat's milk, smelled the meaty aroma in the air, and swallowed quietly.

As a cat, there are many things that he cannot eat, especially things that are oily, sweet, salty, or spicy. Thinking of this, Fang Tong felt that he was full from drinking milk, and lay listlessly in his nest, staring at the ceiling of the tent in a daze.

Was she going to live her whole life as a cat? Living forever in this strange place?
The maids in the tent had all gone to the front to serve, and there was no one around. The noisy voices in the distance were like waves, hitting her ears and then quickly receding, leaving a bit of wet silence.

Fang Tong felt a little melancholy.

She rested her chin on her front paws and licked the tips unconsciously.

--Pooh!

A hairy mouth.

Fang Tong stuck out his tongue and shook off the fluff stuck to the tip of his tongue.

She stretched out in her den, stretched out her limbs, and climbed up.

Now that things have come to this, there is no point in worrying. She should just make the best of it. She will first go around and get familiar with this world, and then make plans for the future later.

Fang Tong jumped out of the den and went out through the curtain door. Soldiers patrolling along the way could be seen at any time, all of them wearing armor and holding halberds, with serious expressions. Fang Tong knew that the emperor was holding a banquet, but he still had to be on guard.

She crawled into the bushes and crept along, finally coming to the tent where the voices were coming from.

The Emperor is holding a roast deer banquet tonight. All the royal family members who can go have gone. The only one who cannot go is the seriously injured Twelfth Prince.

It was his tent that Fang Tong came to.

She didn't know anyone here, and Crown Princess Qin Shiyue was still at the roast deer banquet, so she could only come to Feng Twelve's place to hang out and check on his injuries.

She heard that Feng Twelve collapsed just after coming out from the emperor, and the guards sent him back to the tent, and she didn't know what his condition was at the moment.

After all, this man saved her life. She always felt safer where he was.

Fang Tong came outside the tent and heard Feng Twelve's voice from inside -

"Is everyone alive?"

"They are all alive." Another person said, "They killed the tiger. Cui Sheng and Lu Ying injured their heads and internal organs respectively. The doctor said they need to stay in bed to recuperate. The other three suffered some external injuries, but fortunately they are not disabled."

Feng Twelve was silent for a moment and said, "Send them back tomorrow morning and let them have a good rest in the mansion."

"Don't worry, Your Highness," the man replied, "In my humble opinion, it's best for you to follow me back to the city, otherwise how are you going to recover in this desolate wilderness?"

"I cannot act without your Majesty's order."

"But you are so injured."

"That's fine." Feng Twelve said, "I'll stay here to contain Prince Ping. Go back and tell Wei Baichuan to check the movements of Prince Ping's palace."

"Where is the White Bird Pavilion?" the man asked, "Do you want to investigate it together?"

"No need," Feng Twelve said, "Your Majesty will definitely conduct a thorough investigation of the White Bird Pavilion. It would be inappropriate if they run into our people."

"Yes," the man replied, "I will go and prepare to return to the city tomorrow. Your Highness, the doctor said you have lost too much blood. Lie down and rest."

After a while, someone came out of the room. He was a young guard with a baby face. He gave a few instructions to the guards on duty outside the tent and then left.

After Fang Tong and others left, he used his claws to create a gap at the bottom of the tent and quietly crawled in.

There was a dim light in the tent, and a low couch was set up in the corner. The dim light reflected the figure of a person lying flat on his back.

Fang Tong ran to the couch, jumped lightly and jumped onto the edge of the couch.

The person on the bed seemed to be startled by her. He opened his tightly closed eyes and swept over with a sharp look.

Fang Tong took a step back, then remembered that she was a cat now, and since she was a cat, there was nothing to be afraid of.

She meowed softly at Feng Twelve and wagged her tail.

Feng Twelve stared at her for a long time, as if he finally recognized her, and the vigilance in his eyes eased a little.

He raised his hand and stroked the top of her head gently, then closed his eyes again.

Fang Tong heard his breathing gradually becoming longer and longer, and remembered that the baby-faced guard said that he had lost too much blood, and he was probably exhausted and fell asleep at this moment.

She stared at his face carefully for a while, and confirmed that he was just unconscious and his injuries had not worsened, then she jumped back to the ground with peace of mind.

As soon as she landed, she shivered violently.

The tent door was closed tightly and there was clearly no wind, so where did this coldness come from?

Fang Tong was wondering when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

She lowered her head and looked down, her pupils shrank sharply!

Smooth skin, slender legs——

How did she become a human again!
It’s bad enough that she has turned into a human, but she’s not even wearing any clothes!
(End of this chapter)