Yan Sikong dodged the guards all the way and quietly sneaked under the wall of the cell. The light was on in the guard room, and there were a few shouts and the smell of alcohol coming from the room.

Yan Sikong could only see a few overlapping shadows through the window paper and couldn't tell how many people there were. The cell where Feng Jianping was imprisoned was located underground. To reach the cell, one had to pass through this cell, but there were guards inside and outside the cell.

After a while, the patrolling guards walked over with lanterns. Yan Sikong squatted down, hiding himself in the darkness, and then silently retreated along the wall to the southwest until his back touched a bush. He quietly dug up the loose soil with his hands and dug out a cloth bag. Inside was the clothes prepared by the jailer he had bribed.

Next, he looked at the moonlight and waited.

Just after the ugly moment, a cluster of flames suddenly jumped out of the darkness. Soon, thick fog rose into the sky and the fire became more and more intense. It was the fire that Ali set in the woodshed.

After a while, someone shouted "Fire!"

In the dark night, many prison guards ran towards the woodshed, and the people in the classroom also became restless.

"It's on fire, what's going on!"

"The woodshed is on fire, put it out!"

"You three stay here and guard. Come on, follow me—"

The sound of chaotic footsteps gradually faded away. Yan Sikong walked around the eaves and slowly stuck his head out. There was only one guard left at the door, who was standing on tiptoe and looking desperately in the direction of the woodshed.

Yan Sikong took advantage of his unpreparedness and rushed over quickly. The man's eyes flashed with surprise, but before he could make a sound, Yan Sikong covered his mouth and nose with his hands. The love powder in his palm was given to him by She Zhun, which was prepared by a famous pharmacist in the world. If he inhaled it at such a close distance, he would lose consciousness instantly.

The guard fell down limply, and Yan Sikong dragged him into the shadows. He took a deep breath, took out a gunpowder mixed with Ecstasy powder from his arms, poked a hole in the window, and threw it in.

A voice came from inside: "What is that... drugs, cough cough cough, it's drugs!"

"Open the door!"

The door of the classroom was roughly opened, and two prison guards rushed out with swords in their hands. Yan Sikong floated out from the darkness like a ghost, and chopped the leading prison guard on the back of the neck with one hand. The other prison guard raised his sword to stab, but Yan Sikong dodged to the side, grabbed his hand, pulled him forward, and hit his knee hard into his abdomen. The man vomited the food and wine he had just eaten, which smelled sour and terrible. Yan Sikong frowned and elbowed him in the vest, and he fainted completely.

Yan Sikong dragged both of them into the classroom, untied the rope around his waist, tied it tightly, then took the key, turned on the light, and walked down the stone steps.

The cells of the Imperial Prison were interconnected underground, but there were two entrances on the ground, one in the south and one in the north. The father and son of the Feng family were imprisoned in the southernmost and northernmost heavy prisoner cells, which were guarded. Yan Sikong knocked down two more guards along the way and finally found Feng Jianping.

Feng Jianping was leaning against the wall, his prison uniform covered in bloodstains, his face looked haggard and sickly. It was hard to find any trace of the powerful and invincible general he once was. Youth fades, heroes grow old, and it is heartbreaking to see his great achievements being wasted in exchange for his failure.

His hair seemed to have been carefully combed and was not messy. From the way he sat upright, it was obvious that he had been waiting for something.

Yan Sikong pulled off his veil and knelt outside the cage: "Your Highness, Kong... is late."

Feng Jianping's expression was calm: "Are you the only one going to jail?"

"They went to rescue Feng Ye."

"That's good."

Yan Sikong took out the key and was about to open the prison door: "Your Highness, are you able to move? I will..."

"Wait." Feng Jianping waved his hand to stop him, "Listen to what I have to say."

"Your Highness, we don't have much time. We must leave immediately."

"No hurry." Feng Jian straightened his bloodstained collar, "Sikong, up to now, the Feng family can no longer do anything for you. We are sorry that you have to endure such humiliation and bear such heavy burdens."

Yan Sikong's eyes were slightly hot: "I can't save you, it's my incompetence."

"Even Master Yan and I were unable to defeat that bastard. What can you do? In the final analysis... it was His Majesty who wanted to kill me. No one else is to blame."

Yan Sikong gritted his teeth and said, "Your Highness has been loyal and courageous throughout his life, and has made numerous contributions to Da Sheng. He is respected by all. That tyrant is short-sighted and jealous of talented people. He will definitely be punished!"

Feng Jianping smiled bitterly: "If the king wants me to die, I have to die, but I am unwilling to be wronged, and I can't give up the Datong defense line that I have defended for many years."

"Once Your Highness leaves here and returns to Datong, you will surely be able to make a comeback!" Yan Sikong said anxiously, "Your Highness, don't delay any longer." He hurried to unlock the door.

Feng Jianping watched him open the door of the cell, but said calmly: "I'm not leaving."

Yan Sikong had already stepped into the prison door, but froze when he heard this.

Feng Jian smiled calmly and said, "Everyone must die. I once vowed to draw my sword and ride my horse, die on the battlefield, and shed my blood for my great cause. But now I am trapped in a cage and die unjustly. Life is unpredictable."

"What are you saying, Your Highness?" Yan Sikong went over to help him, "I'll save you right away..."

"Don't come over." Feng Jianping suddenly pulled out something from behind his back and pressed it against his chest.

Yan Sikong's body was shocked. It was clearly a wooden hairpin with a sharpened tip.

Feng Jianping raised his chin and said, "Get out."

“Your Highness…”

"Get out." Feng Jianping's voice was low, but his authority was evident even without him being angry.

Yan Sikong clenched his fists and had to retreat step by step to the outside of the iron fence.

Feng Jian looked at Yan Sikong calmly: "Feng Ye cannot die. He is the last bloodline of my Feng family. He has natural talent and will become a great general. The foundation of the dynasty has been rotten. He is the hope of the people. And I... I will not step out of this iron cage."

"Your Highness!" Yan Sikong growled, "Why are you doing this?" He was shaking all over, his scalp was numb, and fear was crawling all over his body like an ant.

"If I escape, it will prove that I am guilty of treason. I, Feng Jianping, can die, but I will never be wronged and humiliated."

"Your Highness..." Yan Sikong knelt down and said with tears in his eyes, "Feng Ye is still waiting to be reunited with you. He has already lost his mother and elder brother. Do you want him to be without a father?"

Feng Jianping's eyes were filled with tears, and his lips trembled slightly: "I am covered with old injuries, and have been tortured repeatedly. I am already exhausted. How can I escape with a useless person? This is where I will go."

"As long as we escape from here, the world may be in the hands of you and your son. Your Highness, don't give up easily!"

Feng Jianping shook his head: "You have advised me not to return to the capital, and you have also advised me to start an uprising in Chunlie. I understand everything in my heart, but I, Feng Jianping, cannot be a traitor. Only if I die, Feng Ye will not be tied up."

"You..." Yan Sikong was angry and anxious, "I didn't expect that the King Jingyuan, who was so powerful that he could shake the world, was just a coward who was seeking fame and integrity! You want to be the wise minister of all ages, and throw the most painful and difficult things to your only son. Can you leave with peace of mind!"

Feng Jianping smiled bitterly: "You don't have to provoke me. Feng Ye is different from me. He is neither blindly loyal nor cares about being cursed after his death. He is so young and has the opportunity to create a prosperous and peaceful world again. He should not be dragged down by me."

"If you die here, how can Feng Ye survive!" Yan Sikong shouted hoarsely.

Feng Jianping pulled out a pile of cloth from his arms and placed it beside him: "Sikong, you are resourceful and flexible. You will surely be a man of great influence in the future. I know you stay here for revenge. I have written a letter in blood. When the truth comes out one day, this will be my explanation to the people of the world. I will leave it to you."

Yan Sikong punched the iron railing hard, then knelt down and choked up, "Your Highness, I beg you, Feng Ye only has you left, please come with me, Feng Ye is waiting for you, he is waiting for you, you and your son will be reunited soon."

Feng Jianping's eyes were already filled with dejection: "Sikong, I entrust Feng Ye to you."

There was a sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor, and Feng Ye's hoarse voice came from a distance: "Dad?"

Yan Sikong's body went cold. He watched Feng Jianping close his eyes and tears rolled down his cheeks. At that moment, the wooden pin pierced his chest fiercely.

"No——" Yan Sikong's eyes widened and he rolled and crawled into the cell.

Scarlet blood gushed out of his chest in large streams, like a night-blooming cereus that bloomed and withered in an instant, taking away all vitality wherever it splashed, and the air also condensed as if it was suffocating.

Yan Sikong pressed several acupoints in succession, but could not stop the gushing blood.

"Dad!" Feng Ye staggered in front of the cell, holding his wound, but what he saw was Feng Jianping dying. He rushed into the iron cage like a madman, knelt down in front of Feng Jianping, and shouted heartbreakingly: "Dad——"

Yan Sikong stared blankly at the blood on his hands and body. All that was left in his vision was a vast expanse of red, a terrifying red.

"My... wolf boy..." Feng Jianping stretched out his hand with a trembling hand and stroked Feng Ye's face, "I can rest in peace... just to see you... again."

"Dad, why are you like this! Don't die, I beg you, Dad, we want to escape, and we must kill them back together, Dad!" Feng Ye burst into tears. He tried in vain to cover Feng Jianping's heart with his hands, and blood flowed wildly through his fingers.

"I can't... leave... I was born innocent... I will die innocent... Wolf... You must live... You must support the country, you must defeat the barbarians, you must... you must save the people of the world..."

Feng Ye screamed, "I want Dad to see it. I want Dad to see me kill all the traitors. I want Dad to see me clear the Feng family of all injustice! Dad, you have to see it!"

"I... can see it..." Feng Jianping stared at Feng Ye's face. That was the only thing he had left in this world. He just stared and stared, his pupils gradually dimming.

"Dad——" Feng Ye hugged Feng Jianping and cried bitterly.

She Jun rushed into the cell and said anxiously: "Prince, this is not the time to grieve. You must live to avenge His Highness. Go quickly, it's too late!"

Feng Ye turned a deaf ear to it. Over the past six months, he had fallen from the top of the cloud to the abyss, from holding military power to having his family broken up. All the anger, hatred, pain and despair he had endured burst out at this moment.

She Zhun winked at his men, and several of them came up and tried to pull Feng Ye away. Feng Ye had been imprisoned for nearly half a year, and he was skinny and weak, but he somehow found the strength to push those men away.

Yan Sikong rushed forward and choked up, "Feng Ye, His Highness has left, and it's time for us to leave too. You have to live, you have to..."

Before he could finish his words, Yan Sikong was pushed away fiercely. The palm continued with his internal force and pushed him out more than ten feet. His back hit the iron railing, and his face wrinkled in pain.

Feng Ye turned around slowly, like a beast cornered, and asked coldly, "What did you say to my father?"

Yan Sikong felt his heart tighten. He trembled and said, "Your Highness...Your Highness doesn't want to escape with the name of treason. Feng Ye, what are you suspecting of me?"

"What do I suspect you of?" Feng Ye's face was covered with tears and blood, and he looked ferocious and vicious. "How do you explain the matter of the military token? How do you explain turning against Xie Zhongren and asking the dog emperor for a marriage? How do you explain that my father died right in front of you!"

Yan Sikong was struck by lightning and stared at Feng Ye without blinking. Suddenly, he felt that he didn't recognize this crazy and ferocious man.