Chapter 47 The Evil Cat Princess Who Bewitched the Kingdom 8

If it is a good cat, and it borrows human fortune to transform into human form, it will naturally repay the kindness.

But Xie Rong is a bad cat; all he knows is revenge.

Since he can transform into human form, he is not a kitten that is only six months old, but a runaway spirit cat.

In this world, Xie Rong has lived in seclusion in the deep mountains with the spirit cats of his clan since birth.

Even without a plot or main quest, Xie Rong would not be content to spend his entire life drinking the spiritual spring dew in the deep mountains, dreaming of being reincarnated as a human after being enlightened by Taoist priests and Buddhist monks.

He once found a secret manual in the forbidden area of ​​the Spirit Cat Clan. It said that as long as he absorbed the life force of a person, he could transform into human form. Why wait for the so-called next life?

There are many kinds of vitality. The lowest kind is the vitality of ordinary people, the middle kind is the noble vitality of the powerful and wealthy, and the highest kind is, of course, the true dragon fortune of the emperor.

Since Xie Rong wanted it, he wanted the best. So he planned to replace Xiang Rui in the palace early on. However, he went into a qi deviation while practicing martial arts on his way out of the deep mountains and almost damaged his brain. He was repeatedly humiliated by the emperor!

That slap just now was to vent my anger.

Lu Wenjing's forehead tassels swayed and rattled from the slap.

Who, apart from traitors like the Gu family, would dare to offend the emperor's majesty if he were to be designated as crown prince from birth?

Lu Wenjing's jaw tightened, a fierce look rising in his eyes. His rough fingertips gripped Xie Rong's waist, instinctively trying to catch this mischievous cat, but beneath his palm was a soft, smooth skin.

Lu Wenjing didn't believe in ghosts and gods, otherwise he wouldn't have publicly humiliated his ancestral tablets. But at this moment, the warmth in his palm was so real, and the burning pain on his face was a stark reminder of this—

Now sitting on his lap is a spirit that has taken human form.

She was a naked spirit, sitting on the man's lap without any shame. Could it be that she mistook him, the dignified Emperor of Dafeng, for a homosexual and wanted to have a secret affair between a human and a demon?

Lu Wenjing's Adam's apple bobbed, his face expressionless as he stared straight ahead, even avoiding glancing at the snow-white body on his lap.

He would never let that little cat demon get what she wanted.

"Your Majesty! The imperial physician has arrived!" Eunuch Liu pulled the imperial physician in.

Lu Wenjing picked up the spirit from his lap, placed it on the couch, and drew the bed curtains.

"Your Majesty, is there something wrong with you—" Eunuch Liu's sharp eyes caught sight of a glimpse of white peeking out from behind the bed curtains, and his words came to an abrupt halt.

That ankle was delicate and slender; even a strong and healthy emperor could grasp it with one hand. The owner of that ankle, lying on the couch like this, could only let the man do as he pleased.

To have made it this far in the palace, one must either be lucky or shrewd. Eunuch Liu gave the imperial physician a look and silently stepped aside without saying another word.

The imperial physician understood immediately, took Lu Wenjing's pulse, and said without changing his expression, "Your Majesty is just too tired. Rest early today, and you will be fine tomorrow."

“I understand,” Lu Wenjing paused, a sharp pain shooting through his wrist, and said, “My cat has been particularly prone to getting a fever lately, so prescribe a remedy to reduce its heat.”

The imperial physician responded, knelt down and bowed, saying, "Your humble servant takes his leave."

Eunuch Liu also wisely withdrew, closing the door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation behind him.

Lu Wenjing sat on the edge of the couch and turned his head to look into the bed curtains.

The boy, covered with a bright yellow quilt, licked the blood from his lips with satisfaction. "The emperor's blood is delicious."

It was filled with the scent of imperial fortune, so sweet that Xie Rong couldn't help but blush.

During this period, thanks to his occasional biting of Lu Wenjing, he was able to cultivate into a human so quickly.

After being fed by the luck, Xie Rong patted his belly, curled up in the quilt like a kitten, and closed his eyes to sleep.

Lu Wenjing also got onto the bed.

He propped his head up, staring down at the cat ears, his gaze unfathomable, lost in thought.

One night passed.

Eunuch Liu had ordered hot water to be prepared and waited outside early on. He paced back and forth in front of the hall, prompting the palace servants nearby to ask him questions.

"Eunuch Liu, His Majesty does not seem to have the habit of bathing in the morning."

Eunuch Liu said mysteriously, "You don't understand."

After saying that, he moved closer to the door, about to speak, when he heard an angry meow from a cat.

"Meow!!!"

Why did Mimi turn back to normal again?!

Xie Rong looked down, staring in disbelief at his own furry paws, feeling an urge to kill Lu Wenjing.

He slept close to Lu Wenjing all night, so why did he turn back?!

Now that he's a cat, he can't do any bad things!

"Meow!" Useless, despicable man!

Xie Rong meowed at Lu Wenjing.

Lu Wenjing grabbed him, tucked him into his arms, got up from the bed, and casually called out, "Liu Hai."

The doors of the Hall of Mental Cultivation opened, and Eunuch Liu knelt on the ground, but out of the corner of his eye, he could only see Lu Wenjing's figure.

"Your servant is here."

"Prepare the carriage for Xuanqing Palace," Lu Wenjing said.

Xuanqing Palace is where the Imperial Preceptor secluded himself for cultivation. Unless there are unusual celestial phenomena, he would not step out of the palace gates.

Suppressing his doubts, Eunuch Liu stood up and followed Lu Wenjing into the hall, ordering someone to remove the hot water.

When the late Empress gave birth to Lu Wenjing, she was stabbed to death on the bed by a maid. Now, Lu Wenjing is most wary of servants getting close to him, and he does things like changing his clothes himself.

He sat in front of the bronze mirror, straightening his clothes, and noticed the little stray cat jumping in front of the mirror, grooming its fur in front of it. He couldn't help but sneer, "Such a small cat, who would dare to peek at your fur?"

But Lu Wenjing couldn't help but recall the fleeting white color of last night, and his smile faded as he fell into deep thought.

Xie Rong raised her paw and tapped the wooden comb next to the bronze mirror, glancing sideways at the man, "Meow."

Here's your chance, brush the cat's fur.

Once the emperor's cat's beautiful black and white fur was combed smoothly, the imperial carriage was ready.

Half an hour later, in front of Xuanqing Palace.

Before even entering, Xie Rong could feel the immense pressure inside, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He jumped down from Lu Wenjing's arms and disappeared in no time before anyone could react.

When Lu Wenjing came out of Xuanqing Palace with a gloomy face, he did not see him return.

Three more days passed, and the little cat didn't return even once, not even once, in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Lu Wenjing sat at his desk and irritably threw down his imperial brush.

He only wanted to find the Imperial Advisor to inquire about the methods of spirits transforming into human form; did he really scare the cat away?

The man was clearly in a terrible mood these past few days. If anyone in his presence made a mistake, he would dismiss them with a casual remark, showing no mercy whatsoever. Such was the ruthlessness of an emperor.

Liu Gonggong stood to the side with his head down. After hesitating for a long time, he finally spoke up: "Your Majesty, the Imperial Guards on patrol last night discovered the body of a guard behind the artificial hill."

"This guard's expression was one of madness before he died; he didn't even feel the pain when his heart was ripped out. He's probably no ordinary person. Rumors are circulating in the palace that a demon is at work. Should Your Majesty invite the Imperial Advisor out of Xuanqing Palace?"

"Monsters?" Lu Wenjing sneered. "In my palace, no matter what kind of demons or monsters they are, if they dare to enter, they won't be able to crawl out alive."

"I will investigate this matter personally." The Emperor's inexplicable frustration over the past few days suddenly found an outlet. Eunuch Liu thought to himself that this matter would probably not end well, and the mastermind behind it was destined to become the Emperor's tool for venting his anger.