When he woke up, it was almost noon. Yan Sikong still felt pain in his back, but it was much better than yesterday. He felt bored staying in the tent, so he stood up and staggered out.

When the eunuchs in the Eastern Palace saw him coming out, they were frightened and rushed over to help him up: "Oh, Lord Yan, how did you get up? Your injury hasn't healed yet."

"It's okay, come out and get some fresh air."

"Please don't scare me. His Highness asked you to rest well. If anything happens to you, I will not be able to bear the consequences." He hurriedly brought over a chair and helped Yan Sikong sit down.

"It's okay, I'll just move for a while, and then I'll go back after lunch." Yan Sikong saw from a distance an eunuch carrying a wooden basin walking out of Feng Jianping's tent. He glanced and wrinkled his nose as he walked, and it was obvious that the things in the basin smelled bad.

The eunuch followed his gaze and said, "Prince Jingyuan drank too much last night."

"It looks like he drank a lot."

"Yes, His Majesty said that he wanted to entertain Prince Jingyuan, and many people toasted him. He must have just woken up from his drunkenness."

"Then...what about the prince?"

"The prince is still young after all, and he got drunk last night, but he still went hunting early this morning."

Yan Sikong nodded: "I hope Your Highness will return with a great success today." He spoke as if he was referring to His Highness the Crown Prince, but in his heart he was thinking of His Highness the Crown Prince. Feng Ye must be very worried about him, and now they can hardly even say a word to each other.

Yan Sikong was basking in the warm spring sun, looking at the endless mountains and forests in the distance. Occasionally, a breeze blew by, and the trees swayed in unison, as if there was a hand controlling them.

This was a very peaceful scene, but when a flock of birds suddenly started flying in the forest, his heart skipped a beat and he felt goosebumps. He couldn't describe the feeling, as if some ferocious beast was hiding in the quiet forest, and Feng Ye and Chen Yi were both hunting in it, but they also seemed to be trapped turtles, prey to others...

He suddenly felt uncomfortable and didn't even want to look at the forest again. He said in a deep voice, "Help me in."

"Master Yan must be hungry. I will prepare lunch for you. You can take the medicine after eating."

Yan Sikong returned to the tent, and the eunuchs soon brought him a sumptuous meal. He ate in silence, but the strong feeling of uneasiness in his heart could not be dispelled. The delicious food tasted like wax in his mouth.

Halfway through his meal, he heard a noise outside the tent, followed by a whistle. His heart sank, and he threw down his chopsticks and rushed out of the tent. Even though his wound was agitated and he turned pale with pain, he did not slow down at all.

I saw several teams guarding the imperial tent in three layers. Zhu Lanting was yelling at the infantry to deploy, and another team quickly reorganized and rode towards the hunting ground.

Yan Sikong grabbed the eunuch and asked, "What happened?"

The young eunuch also looked panicked and confused: "I don't know."

The entire camp was in chaos. Many people ran out of the tent and looked around in confusion.

In the chaos, Yan Sikong heard Zhu Lanting shouting "Protect the driver."

Protect the driver? Protect what driver?

Yan Sikong felt cold all over. He really couldn't figure out what was going on, but he had a feeling that something big had happened, and it was a bad thing, a very bad thing.

Yan Sikong ignored the eunuchs' obstruction and walked towards the emperor's tent, wanting to ask Zhu Lanting in person.

But before he could get close to the emperor's tent, he was blocked by a row of spears from the guards: "No one is allowed to approach the Holy Chariot!"

"I want to see Commander Zhu." Yan Sikong said loudly.

The guard replied coldly: "No one is allowed to approach the Holy Chariot."

"What on earth happened!"

"Lord Yan, Lord Yan." The young eunuch tugged at Yan Sikong's sleeve in fear and pointed behind him.

Yan Sikong turned around and saw a group of people had surrounded Feng Jianping's tent!

It was as if all the blood in Yan Sikong's body was drained away in an instant, and he couldn't stop shaking.

The spears of those guards were not pointed outward like those protecting the imperial tent, but inward!

There was only one thought in his mind - it was too late. No matter what happened, Emperor Zhaowu had already taken action, right at this moment, right now, against Feng Jianping and the Feng family!

He felt as if the world was spinning around him, and he had to hold on tightly to the eunuch's thin arms to steady himself.

"Master Yan, are you okay?"

Yan Sikong's eyes widened: "Go and find out for me what happened."

"Well……"

"Go quickly!" Yan Sikong roared.

The young eunuch was so frightened that he turned around and ran away.

Yan Sikong's mind was in a mess, but he pinched himself hard to force himself to calm down, then endured the severe pain and went to find Yan Zilian.

But he had not walked far when he was stopped by the guards, who said that the emperor had ordered everyone to return to their tents and not move around at will.

Yan Sikong asked anxiously: "What happened?"

"Lord Yan, please go back first..."

Yan Sikong grabbed the guard's breastplate and growled fiercely, "What happened?"

The guard froze in fear: "The Feng family army... is plotting a rebellion, intending to break into the hunting garden and assassinate Your Majesty."

Yan Sikong felt like he was struck by lightning. His legs went limp and he fell to his knees on the ground.

"Someone, take Lord Yan back to the camp."

Feng's army... plotting rebellion...

Feng Jianping and his men are still in the camp, and it is even more impossible for Feng Ye to act rashly behind their backs. How could Feng's army possibly rebel?

How could a mere 2,000 people dare to rebel so brazenly?

The only possibility is that they were framed!

Yan Sikong immediately remembered what the young eunuch said, that the father and son of the Feng family were drunk last night.

He had discussed forcing the emperor to abdicate with Feng Ye before. Feng Ye had said that Feng Jianping always carried his military token with him, hidden in his belt buckle, so it would not be difficult for him to steal it.

If someone stole Feng Jianping's military token and mobilized the two thousand Feng family soldiers to break into the mountain and sea hunting grounds, wouldn't that be a huge crime?

Yan Sikong felt a chill in his heart. He knew that Emperor Zhaowu and Xie Zhongren had taken the initiative. He did not expect that what he was most worried about would happen so quickly. No, he should have been alert earlier. How could Emperor Zhaowu let the tiger go back to the mountain!

Yan Sikong felt his hair stand on end. The bone-chilling chill and boundless fear instantly overwhelmed him. The last time he was so scared was in front of Yuan Mao's execution platform.

What should we do? What should we do to the Feng family? What should we do to Feng Ye? They want to kill Feng Ye!

Yan Sikong clenched his teeth, his eyes almost popping out blood. No matter what happened, even if it cost him his life and everything he had planned for many years, he would not let Feng Ye die. He had already lost everyone he cared about, and he would never let Xie Zhongren take Feng Ye away again!