After the Emperor Shared Senses with a Doll - Chapter 2

General Tiger had carried the doll home a few days earlier.

By then, I was used to General Tiger bringing strange things back. Ever since I had fed him a few times, he seemed to regard me as a human he kept free-range.

He often brought me mice and bugs, perhaps to check whether I was still alive.

When he realized I had no interest in those gifts, he switched to other things. Sometimes a flower, sometimes a torn kite. This time, a doll.

No one came looking for it for several days, so I had been about to put it away when the comments appeared.

Was I surprised? A little.

But transmigration was hardly an everyday occurrence, and that had happened to me. Seeing floating comments didn’t seem much stranger.

More importantly, right now I had to…

Holding a dried fish, I called sweetly into the courtyard. “General Tiger? General Tiger, come get your fish.”

He appeared at once, suspecting nothing. He padded docilely to my side and let me pet him.

“There you are, General Tiger.” My tone changed without warning. The hand stroking his fur seized the scruff of his neck and lifted him. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?

“Bad cat! Where did you find this voodoo doll? Put it back! If anyone finds it in my possession, I’m finished!”

No—not just me.

Sorcery inside the imperial palace was bad enough. A cursed effigy of the emperor? If I were caught…

Shen Zhao: Female lead? I don’t care who you are. Exterminate all nine branches of her clan first.

When I transmigrated here, the body’s original owner had already kicked the bucket.

I knew nothing about her life. Everyone assumed a fever had addled my brain, never realizing that an entirely different person now occupied her body.

Apparently, General Tiger sympathized. With this thoughtful little gesture, he was trying to help me locate every last member of my nine-branch clan.

Then teleport all of us straight into our graves.

A cold sweat broke over me. “Put it back where you found it!” I ordered.

The cat tilted his head. He did not understand a word.

[Our female lead switches moods faster than a variable resistor.]

[Ma’am, wasn’t it a sensation-sharing doll? How did it become a voodoo doll?]

[Cat hunts: cat good. Human lifts cat by scruff: human bad.]

I set General Tiger down and placed the doll beside him. Talking, pointing, and gesturing, I tried to make the cat understand through body language.

He seemed to get it. He approached the doll and sniffed.

I brightened. “Yes, yes! Smell where it came from!”

The cat licked the doll, trying to groom its fur.

I nearly died. “That’s not it!”

He hadn’t understood anything!

[Fun fact: cats have barbs on their tongues.]

[Oh my god, that gasp from the male lead was indecently hot. Pant, pant.]

[Again! Do it again!]

I certainly wasn’t letting General Tiger do it again. I shooed him away.

“You’re done here. Go play.”

That, he understood. Tail swishing, he snatched up the dried fish and trotted off.

Was he sure he hadn’t been pretending to be stupid?