Does a Cat Need to Be Saved Even If It Is Lying Flat?

In the eyes of the world, the blind national master Chan Xi is just like a civet cat, holding an iron rice bowl and wanting to sleep peacefully. However, Xianyu's life was about to end just as it began. A sudden prophetic dream made him see that Dayan would perish in a few years. Not wanting to become a stray cat, Zen Xi the cat wandered to the palace and entangled the future Emperor Wu Zhao, the fourth prince who had just been dethroned as crown prince. "What a cute kitten," the fourth prince, who smiled harmlessly, held him by the back of his neck, his eyes dark and deep as he approached, and his voice was filled with coldness, "I'll take the initiative to deliver dinner to you. If you don't eat it, you won't get it." Chan Xi's hair instantly exploded. Oh my God! Someone wants to eat the cat! Wei Shengjue was named the emperor's grandson when he was born. He was smart since he was a child. He was favored by the late emperor and supported by the courtiers. The young emperor was supposed to bring peace to the world and usher in a prosperous age, but his fate was unexpectedly rewritten. His mother's family was wiped out, those close to him were betrayed, he was poisoned, and his position as prince was deposed. All the attentive people around me disappeared like birds and beasts, and only a stupid cat came forward stupidly. At first, this cat was stupid and petty, so I had to keep it. Later, it became known to the world that Emperor Wu Zhao's harem was empty and he did not like beauty. He only had one black cat that he raised carefully and pampered to no end. Small theater 1: Wei Shengjue once again caught the fat cat that had sneaked back from the Imperial Master's Mansion after eating and drinking. He pinched the chubby cat face and made a nasty smile: "If you dare to go out and fool around again, you will be sent to the beast control workshop to be castrated." The round golden cat eyes were filled with shock. Chan Xi's whole body was stiff and unbelievable, "Meow?" Wei Sheng Jue: "The people at the Animal Control Center say that only castrated kittens are obedient." Chan Xi Liangzhao: Let me go, I want to fight to the death with the people from the Beast Taming Workshop! Small theater 2: The lights in the Imperial Master's Mansion were dancing, flickering on and off. Chan Xi was blindfolded in white silk, with her black hair disheveled. The robe she had hurriedly wrapped herself in was in a mess, the loose hem of her clothes spread out from her waist, and her slender neck was pinched by strong and powerful hands. Wei Shengjue caged him in the shadows, his mask-like smile faded, his handsome and sharp face exuded an intimidating pressure, his eyes darkened, threatening him from top to bottom. "Gu hates disloyal people the most, and cats do the same. I couldn't bear to teach the cat a lesson, so I had to ask the national teacher to be sensible and respect himself." Chan Xi, shrouded in murderous aura, pretended to be calm. It was so itchy that her cat ears couldn't be hidden. Character os: Reborn person: I am the destiny, this time I want to regain everything I lost! Travelers (anti-fans of Emperor Wu Zhao): Princes, generals and ministers would rather have the guts! Chan Xi: I'm so tired. How could two people create such a big trap? Wei Shengjue: The lonely cat went to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion again. Who is there in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion? Intention: to be in your position, to plan your affairs, and to fulfill your responsibilities!