The news that Xie Zhongren had sent a generous gift to Yan Sikong naturally soon reached Yan Zilian's ears, but Yan Zilian kept his composure and the first person he found was Feng Ye.

The two hadn't seen each other for several days. When they met, their eyes were filled with longing for each other, but now was not the time to reject each other's feelings. Xie Zhongren's actions made Feng Ye smell something.

"You met him." Feng Ye stroked Yan Sikong's smooth and fair cheek, his tone was affirmative and his voice was gentle. He knew that it was not an easy thing for Yan Sikong to have a close and face-to-face conversation with Xie Zhongren.

Yan Sikong nodded: "I saw it."

"Did he give you any trouble?"

"No, it's just..." Yan Sikong bit his lower lip lightly, stared into the depths of Feng Ye's pupils, and trembled, "I really want to kill him. Every time I spoke to him, I fantasized about how to kill him. He was so old and so weak. I thought I only needed one hand to break his neck..." When he finished speaking, his teeth clattered and his eyes were immediately filled with bloodshot.

"I understand." Feng Ye smoothed Yan Sikong's hair, "Fortunately, you are not an impulsive person."

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and sighed, "Yes, I have endured humiliation for more than ten years for revenge, so how could I not endure this moment?"

Feng Ye soothed him, "He will die in your hands sooner or later, and it won't be a good death."

There was a fierce look in Yan Sikong's eyes.

"Regarding the gift-giving matter, what is the thief's intention?"

Yan Sikong's face turned pale: "He said something weird to me, half a threat, half a warning."

"Want to pull you?"

"No, not only that, he wanted to find out the relationship between the teacher and you through me, and even wanted to use me to alienate such a relationship. After I did not express my opinion, he revealed to me that the emperor had some complaints about the teacher, intending to persuade me and the teacher to sever our relationship with the Feng family."

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes: "What a good plan, but unfortunately he doesn't know that we all want to kill him."

"But there are some things he may not be exaggerating about."

"What did he say?"

"He didn't say it explicitly, but it's clear that the reduction of military equipment is not negotiable. In addition, His Majesty is increasingly dissatisfied with the teacher. The teacher is highly respected, and his students and former officials are all over the court. In the past, His Majesty was very respectful to the teacher, and the opinions of the cabinet were the main ones on matters of all sizes in the court. However, in the matter of establishing a crown prince, His Majesty and the aristocratic faction led by the teacher had a very ugly quarrel. After that, it was obvious that he became much more estranged from the teacher. Until today..." Yan Sikong said worriedly, "I'm worried that the teacher will not be able to get away with it this time."

"Old Yan Ge is in a high position and has great power. He is followed by many officials of the Manchu family. It is not easy to shake his position. Don't be intimidated by Xie Zhongren."

"That's true, but no matter how great a minister he is, he is still a minister." Yan Sikong said solemnly, "I don't believe that the teacher is not vigilant. I think this is why he has been persuading you to give in. He is worried that the situation is beyond his ability to handle."

"Nothing in this world is under your control." Feng Ye said in a deep voice, "Now that he is in his position, he should be aware of this... We all have this awareness, so we will not sit and wait for death."

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye, his tone a little nervous: "Did you bring any good news this time?" What he was referring to was naturally the big thing they were planning.

Feng Ye stood up, turned his back to Yan Sikong, and looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall without saying a word.

Yan Sikong sighed, "Your Highness doesn't want to, does he?"

Feng Ye's voice was cold: "He has never been a hesitant person, but this time, he still harbored regrets for the tyrant."

"If we wait until His Highness wakes up, it will probably be too late."

Feng Ye turned around and asked: "What is Yan Zilian's attitude?"

"As long as His Highness agrees." Yan Sikong's pupils were dark and bottomless. "I told him that we can imitate the Maweiyi mutiny and purge the emperor, but as long as we seize power, everything will be under our control."

"Without my father, we can't convince Zhao Fuyi, let alone mobilize the Feng family army." Feng Ye said bitterly, "That tyrant emperor is going to dismember the Feng family, why should he remain so loyal!"

Yan Sikong stroked Feng Ye's back and said, "Don't be silly. I believe His Highness must be in great pain right now. You and His Highness are a family. He will not completely ignore your words. We still have time."

"Kong'er." Feng Ye turned around and grabbed Yan Sikong's shoulders, his face full of difficulty. "I respect my father and don't want to disobey him, but he is so stubborn and stubborn. I'm afraid we will miss our last chance to save ourselves."

Yan Sikong nodded heavily: "If Your Highness gives in this time, even if it is just a reduction in military equipment, it will not endanger his life, but he will lose the military power he relies on, and he will be at the mercy of others in the future. I don't believe Your Highness has not thought about this. Perhaps what Your Highness is more reluctant to give up than military power is his reputation for loyalty."

Feng Ye smiled bitterly: "You are right, he has fought for Da Sheng all his life, he didn't expect to be labeled as a traitor in the end."

Yan Sikong sighed and said, "Your Highness is not as insightful as the teacher on this point. In the teacher's eyes, the country comes first, then the king. Sometimes loyalty to the country and loyalty to the king may not be achieved at the same time."

Feng Ye whispered, "I want to go find Zhao Fuyi myself. I can't stand watching the Feng family army fall apart. What do you think?"

Yan Sikong lowered his head, frowned, and was very hesitant.

"You think it's wrong?"

"No, you are still young and it is hard for you to win the trust of General Zhao. He will not listen to you on such a big matter. Moreover, even if you can convince him, if His Highness finds out, who knows what will happen. This is really a bad idea."

"A worst-case scenario is still a scenario. Otherwise, do you have a better one?"

Yan Sikong thought for a moment and asked, "Do you have a way to mobilize the two thousand Feng family soldiers outside the city?"

"I can steal my father's military token."

"If we use these two thousand soldiers properly, we may be able to bypass Zhao Fuyi and succeed. All we need to do is control the emperor."

"What are you going to do?"

"If the prince cooperates with us from the inside... after all, he can come and go freely around the emperor."

Feng Ye disagreed: "How can a young boy with gray hair be able to help with such a major event?"

"When I swore revenge, I was younger than him." Yan Sikong said seriously, "This boy has the talent of an emperor. Don't underestimate his courage. Moreover, we don't necessarily have to let him know what we are going to do. It would be unsafe for him to know. But he trusts and relies on me very much, so he will probably listen to me."

Feng Ye's face was solemn. He sighed, took a few steps back, sat down in a chair, and wiped his face tiredly: "This is a rebellion. It's such a turbulent situation, and we have to rely on a mere teenager?"

"Of course we can't rely on him completely." Yan Sikong stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Feng Ye's earlobe. "We still have our teacher and the elite soldiers of the Feng family. The most important thing is... you and I have each other."

Feng Ye raised his head and looked at him without blinking, his knotted brows slightly relaxed.

Yan Sikong sat on his lap, leaning against his broad chest, and smiled bitterly: "Feng Ye, I am very tired in my heart. I wish I could wake up and find that this life is just a dream. I would rather be a cowherd in the countryside than be Yan Sikong."

"If this is really a dream, then our meeting would no longer exist." Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's hand and gently rubbed his palm, "I won't allow it."

"If it is really a dream, it is mostly a nightmare." Yan Sikong stroked his cheek with his fingertips, "Only you are the beautiful dream that I don't want to wake up from."

Feng Ye curled his lips and smiled: "Me too, I miss you when I wake up and I miss you in my dreams. I wish we didn't have to get involved in these intrigues and bloody storms, but just think about each other, think about romance, poetry and wine... Kong'er, can we live like that?"

Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye's eyes that were shining with brilliance, and his heart was suddenly overwhelmed by sadness and helplessness. Who doesn't want to live a carefree life like a couple in heaven? He held Feng Ye's face, kissed him softly, and whispered, "Yes."

"When?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure I can."

"Why?"

"Because..." Yan Sikong's nose was sore and he trembled, "Because everything we have paid for is for that day."

Feng Ye held Yan Sikong in his arms, hugged him tightly, and sniffed the familiar and warm scent on him: "I believe you. You have lied to me many times, but I still believe you on this matter."

Yan Sikong buried his face in Feng Ye's neck and whispered to him: "You are the only one in my heart. You don't have to doubt this for the rest of your life."

Feng Ye showed a satisfied smile: "Okay."

"I will go to the palace on a chosen day. The Crown Prince should be very clear about the arrangements for the winter hunt by now. This matter must be done perfectly. If His Highness changes his mind, please inform me at any time."

"Okay." Feng Ye held the person in his arms with care, and said softly, "Kong'er, if there comes a day when my Feng family holds power, you will have made great contributions. I will definitely make you share this beautiful country with me. As for the little prince... just be obedient."

A strange look flashed in Yan Sikong's eyes.

He had long seen that Feng Ye's ambition and courage were far greater than Feng Jiangping's, and at the same time, he was not bound by traditional ethics and could probably do anything. Such a sharp temper was a double-edged sword, but fortunately, he was able to control it.