Yan Sikong was struck by lightning. His blood boiled and he trembled as he asked, "You... doubt me?"

"How do you want to explain it?" Feng Ye stared deeply into his eyes.

"That day I was injured while rescuing the prince, and I have never left the tent. There are guards outside the tent of King Jingyuan. Apart from the servants of the Feng Mansion, who can come in and out at will? They appeared from the southwest foothills. That is the only way to bypass the garrison and enter the hunting grounds. If we can think of it, others can think of it too!" Yan Sikong's chest rose and fell violently, and he gritted his teeth and said, "As for Ali... I don't know why he went to find Xiaoliu. I will find out the truth. If he betrays me, I will kill him with my own hands!"

Feng Ye'e said fiercely: "You always have excuses to defend yourself. You will do anything to get revenge. My Feng family didn't force me to abdicate as you said, but you want to do it yourself."

"Nonsense!" Yan Sikong's eyes almost popped out blood, "If I, Yan Sikong, really did this, it wouldn't have ended like this! How could I be so stupid as to leave your father in the camp? How could I be so stupid as to have no plan at all? How could I be so stupid as to let you be captured!"

"You didn't expect to get hurt, maybe this incident disrupted your plans. You watched the Feng family give in step by step, watched Yan Zilian lose the emperor's favor, and you got scared." Feng Ye's words were almost murderous. "You were afraid that you would lose all your support, that Chen Yi would be abandoned, and that your years of careful planning would come to nothing. After I rejected you, you took the risk."

Yan Sikong was in great pain. He growled, "Feng Ye, no matter how crazy I am, I will never put you in danger. You said you believed me..."

"I believed in you!" Feng Ye said slyly, "I exposed you time and time again, but I also understood you time and time again. You are such a scheming, sinister and cunning person, but I still wanted to believe in you, and you told me time and time again that you are not worthy of trust at all!"

Yan Sikong looked at the face that he had been worried about day and night, and felt that every word pierced his heart. The person he had tried so hard and risked his life to save had misunderstood him like this.

Yan Sikong's eyes were wet, his face was full of anger and sadness: "Feng Ye, use your brain and think carefully, who is the one who wants to harm your Feng family the most, who got your father drunk, who made Zhao Fuyi know the news so quickly, now you and your son are in prison, who is the most proud, who is it!" He shouted, "Is it me, Yan Sikong!"

Feng Ye's eyes flashed with struggle. He felt as if all his organs were squeezed together, and it was so painful that it was difficult to breathe. He said hoarsely: "You, Yan Sikong, count all the things you have done. How can I not doubt you?"

Yan Sikong endured the pain and said, "Feng Ye, you said you understand me and believe me, but in fact, you have never really let it go in your heart. In your eyes, I am always a vicious villain."

Feng Ye looked at him silently.

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and glanced at the half-burned incense. "Well, I didn't come here today to defend myself. My teacher and I have been running around to clear the Feng family's grievances. I want you to tell me everything you saw that day, including what happened after you got drunk the night before. As for what happened between you and me... I won't discuss it."

Feng Ye paused for a moment, and then told Yan Sikong what had happened in a calm voice. The whole incident gradually unfolded in front of Yan Sikong.

On the night of the banquet, Emperor Zhaowu rewarded his ministers with a lot of wine, especially Feng Jianping, on the pretext of spring hunting and defending Feng Jianping's misdeeds. In addition, people toasted him frequently, so even though Feng Ye blocked some of the toasts, both father and son got drunk.

According to Xue Bo, in addition to him and the servants of Feng Mansion who took care of the father and son that night, Emperor Zhaowu also sent several eunuchs to deliver sobering medicine and clean up the spilled substances. As for Xiaoliu, as Feng Ye's coachman, he also went in and out of the big tent. It is still impossible to determine when and by whom the military token was stolen.

The next morning, Feng Ye went hunting. Because the Shanhai Hunting Ground is low-lying and surrounded by rivers, there will be morning fog most of the year, and that day was no exception. When he heard the noise, the garrison and Feng's army had already encountered each other. When he rushed closer, he found that the invading "assassins" were Feng's army. He wanted to stop them, but he was powerless in the melee. Zhao Fuyi personally ordered him to dismount and surrender.

As for Xiaoliu, he was shot by several arrows and died.

The more Yan Sikong listened, the colder he felt. This overall plan was full of loopholes. Anyone with a discerning eye would know that the Feng family was framed. Yet Xie Zhongren still dared to use such a clumsy trick to frame loyal and good people. The reason he was fearless was that Emperor Zhaowu wanted to kill them, so "false accusation" was also a crime, and "treason" that was framed was also treason.

When Feng Ye finished speaking, he was filled with hatred and unwillingness. His blood rushed to his heart, causing his wound to twitch and he coughed up blood.

"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong hurriedly took out the best golden sore medicine and internal medicine pills from his arms and threw them into the cage, "Your body must not collapse, I will definitely save you!"

Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong, his eyes struggling: "How are you going to save me? We have been captured, charged with treason, and the only thing waiting for us is death."

Yan Sikong looked around subconsciously, grabbed the iron bars, and said in a deep voice: "If the teacher is powerless to save the situation, She Zhun and I have planned a prison robbery."

Feng Ye froze: "This is a prison."

"Even if it's purgatory, I will save you." Yan Sikong's lips trembled, "Even if you doubt me... I will never let you die."

Feng Ye was somewhat moved, but Yan Sikong had deceived him more than once or twice. Now he and the entire Feng family were facing the disaster of genocide, all because of the betrayal of the people around him. His heart was full of hatred, and he could no longer trust anyone easily.

Yan Sikong tried to hold back, but he couldn't suppress the desire in his heart. He slowly stretched out his hand and whispered, "I'm leaving, Feng Ye, can I... touch you?"

Feng Ye's body swayed slightly, and the two of them looked at each other across the iron cage and a distance of less than ten feet. It was obvious that they could touch each other if they moved a little closer, but there seemed to be a deep abyss between them, as if even if they risked their lives, they could not embrace each other again.

The incense stick was about to burn out, the tiny flame flickering in its dying struggle. Yan Sikong glanced at the incense, then at Feng Ye, pleading silently.

Finally, Feng Ye moved forward and grabbed Yan Sikong's hand.

Yan Sikong held the hand tightly, looking at the blood-stained body, which was completely different from the brave young man in his mind. He choked up and said, "Feng Ye, you must live. I will definitely save you, I will definitely save you."

Feng Ye's eyes were red and he bit his lips tightly. He refused to show any weakness in front of Yan Sikong. He even wished that they had not met today. Then he would not have to question him, nor would he have to expose his most evil side nakedly in front of him.

The fragrance was completely extinguished. Yan Sikong held back tears and tried to pull her hand back, but Feng Ye held it tightly.

Feng Ye said firmly in a hoarse voice: "I will not die. I, Feng Ye, will overthrow the world and will never die in this small cage. I will make sure that anyone who dares to harm me will neither be able to live nor die!"

Feng Ye let go of his hand. Yan Sikong looked at him deeply and forced himself to turn around and leave.

——

Under the guidance of the jailer, Yan Sikong secretly left the prison and hurried home.

It was already late at night when he returned home. He did not go out through the front door, but quietly sneaked back into the house through a secret door. Then he took a dagger from the study, walked to Ali's room, and knocked gently on the door.

After a while, Ali opened the door and was a little surprised to see Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong walked into the room expressionlessly and closed the door. Ali was about to gesture to ask him why he came to visit him so late at night, but he suddenly attacked and kicked Ali in the abdomen. His tall and strong body flew backwards and fell heavily into the bed.

Yan Sikong's body flashed and he jumped onto the bed. He kneeled Ali in the chest and stabbed him in the eyes with a knife.

Ali's eyes were wide open, filled with panic, confusion, fear and grievance. He subconsciously wanted to block, but his arm froze in mid-air. In that split second, all the emotions in his eyes froze into despair, and he watched helplessly as Yan Sikong's dagger stabbed down.

The tip of the knife, flashing with a cold light, stopped above Ali's eyeball. If it sank a little bit more, his eye would be gone.

Ali stared with his eyes wide open, not daring to breathe.

Yan Sikong asked coldly: "Why are you looking for Xiaoliu?"

Ali gestured and said: Sir, what did I do wrong?

"Why? Go find Xiaoliu." Yan Sikong's dagger moved a little closer. "If you dare to lie, I will kill you!"

Ali's hands were shaking, and he gestured: I hurt him that time, and I felt guilty, so I secretly gave him some tonic.

Yan Sikong was stunned.

Ali was referring to the scene he and Feng Ye had performed in front of his house. Before that, when he was still living in the old house and didn't even have a carriage, Xiao Liu often picked him up and dropped him off at Feng Ye's behest. He had met Ali many times and was perhaps one of Ali's few "friends".

Ali was born with great strength. He probably didn't control his strength well when he threw Xiaoliu off the horse. He was worried about him all the time. He remembered that Ali later asked him about Xiaoliu's injury, but he never took Xiaoliu seriously, so how could he care?

Seeing Ali's aggrieved and frightened look, and his obedience without dodging or avoiding the approaching knife, it really didn't seem like he was pretending. Yan Sikong felt mixed emotions, growled, and slapped Ali hard.

Ali's eyes turned red, and he gestured while trembling: Sir, what did I do wrong?

Yan Sikong stood up and gritted his teeth and said, "The day before yesterday, when Prince Jingyuan was plotting a rebellion, it was Xiaoliu who stole the military token to mobilize troops. He was bribed by Xie Zhongren!"

Ali said in a panic that Xiaoliu had mentioned that he had secretly promised to be with a woman for life, and from her words, he felt that the woman was from Yanliu Street.

Yan Sikong said coldly: "Go check."

Ali nodded.

"From now on, you are not allowed to act without my order."

Ali climbed up, knelt on the ground, and said excitedly, "My life was given by you, and I would rather die than betray you."

Yan Sikong let out a long sigh.

If Xiaoliu had been bribed by Xie Zhongren, shouldn't Xie Zhongren know that he and Feng Ye had been acting? But Xie Zhongren seemed to be completely unaware of the Liu An incident. He couldn't have sacrificed a minister in vain to paralyze himself. From this point of view, there are only two possibilities: one is that Xiaoliu did not reveal the true relationship between him and Feng Ye, and the other is that Xie Zhongren bribed Xiaoliu after Liu An was demoted.

He must make sure whether Xie Zhongren knows the truth. This will affect his future actions, and the woman may be able to give him the answer.