Hearings from the Night Owl Hall: Diary of the Royal Cat Rescuer

I, the chief royal cat of Taiming Palace, Nuomi Sesame Tuan, a slender Sanhua, am taking a nap on the beam with my hands on my hands. That ignorant secret guard once again occupied my best viewing position. I was so annoyed! I narrowed my eyes, preparing to give him a slap in the face. Suddenly, an almost invisible metallic reflection on the beam stung my peephole. What? I am the secret guard, working on the main beam of the Golden Palace. That damn fat cat was staring at me again, making my nostrils itch. Suddenly, its pupils shrank suddenly, the cat's back arched, its fur burst into balls, and it stared fixedly at the top of the dragon chair. I followed its gaze and felt a chill go down my spine. A piece of transparent silkworm silk hangs straight down from the crack of the bricks on the roof ridge, extending to the back of the dragon chair. What's this? A secret agency? Let's put it this way - the emperor is in danger! "Meow!"