Yan Sikong covered his chest, which was aching. Feng Ye's hateful look made him feel heartbroken. He trembled and said, "I don't have time to explain now. We must leave immediately."

Feng Ye said bitterly: "Yan Sikong, the thing I regret most in my life is that I once believed in you!"

Yan Sikong gritted his teeth and climbed up from the ground: "She Zhun, take him away!"

She Jun pulled Feng Ye up from the ground. Feng Ye tried to fight back, but he was powerless and was grabbed by She Jun and dragged out of the cell.

"Dad—" Feng Ye struggled hard, stretching one hand towards Feng Jianping in vain. His eyes, which had not yet closed, told of his grievances and unwillingness.

She Jun shouted, "Yan Sikong did everything to save you. If you are a man, you should live and avenge your father!"

"Everything he did was for himself!" Feng Ye roared wildly, and slammed his elbow into She Jun's chest. He pushed his right shoulder upward, slipped out from She Jun's grip, and threw himself towards Feng Jianping again.

She Jun was so angry that his face turned blue. He raised his hand to hit him, but Yan Sikong stopped him with a look.

Feng Ye hugged his father tightly, absorbing the last of his body temperature that was dissipating, and then he stretched out his hand, trembling and majestically covering Feng Jianping's face, and gently wiped his eyelids. There was a bottomless storm in his eyes. At this moment, the noble, arrogant, childish but bloody Prince Jingyuan seemed to be completely dead. The living him no longer had warmth in his eyes. He shed tears and whispered softly: "Dad, your wolf cub will avenge you. Those who betray my Feng family will be doomed!"

Yan Sikong felt a chill in his heart.

Feng Ye straightened Feng Jian's collar and smoothed his hair, then helped him sit against the wall. He knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times, then stood up, clenched his fists, and forced himself to leave.

Yan Sikong grabbed the blood letter left by Feng Jianping, put it in his arms, and kowtowed three times in a hurry, thinking in his heart: "Your Highness, I, Yan Sikong, will not let you down."

She Jun urged: "Hurry up!"

The group ran out. Feng Ye was weak and had to hold on to the wall. She Zhun simply ordered his men to hold him. They passed through the dark cell and climbed up the stairs. But before they returned to the cell, they heard commotion outside. She Zhun said, "I'll clear the way. Don't worry about me. Just rush out according to the planned route."

Yan Sikong looked at the clothes in his hand. They were the prison guards' uniforms, originally intended for Feng Jianping. He threw the clothes to She Jun and said, "Put on this, maybe you can get away with it."

She Jun quickly changed his clothes and ran upstairs.

Several people were hiding below and heard Brigadier General She tricking them into heading for another entrance. They did not run up until there was no movement above.

The fire in the woodshed gradually weakened. A large number of imperial guards were mobilized to the imperial prison. There were people patrolling everywhere in the yard, and no one could get out.

"Fuck it..." She Zhun's men said, "If it doesn't work, just force your way in."

Yan Sikong frowned, hesitating. If Feng Jianping and Feng Ye hadn't delayed them, they should have escaped before the fire was under control. Now it was too late, and forcing their way in would be tantamount to suicide.

"No need." Feng Ye said coldly, "Wait."

"Wait...wait for what?"

As soon as the words fell, a loud bang suddenly exploded, accompanied by a series of flashes of fire, pushing this restless night to an even more dangerous climax.

That is - a firearm!

Firearms were expensive and scarce, and were difficult to equip unless there was a major war or an emergency. The firearms battalion in the capital was on extremely strict alert, and inventory of the warehouses was conducted regularly. It was extremely difficult to steal a musket.

The only garrison in the suburbs of Beijing equipped with firearms is Zhao Fuyi's garrison, but it couldn't be him, unless it was - Feng's army!

On the day of the spring hunt, the two thousand Feng family soldiers that Feng Jianping brought back from Datong Prefecture were almost wiped out, but a few still escaped and have been hunted down. Over time, there has been no further news. I'm afraid they are the only ones who can bring firearms and fight to the death to rob the prison!

However, they could have cooperated internally and externally, but Feng Ye said nothing. Did he not believe him?

Yan Sikong felt extremely chilled, but he had no time to think about anything else. He urged, "Quick, escape while the chaos is going on!"

The power of firearms should not be underestimated. Half of the imperial city was awakened. Using firearms openly under the feet of the emperor was simply outrageous. Yan Sikong could imagine that a large number of imperial guards were rushing to the imperial prison, and those Feng family soldiers who came to rob the prison must be a group of death squads.

They rushed out of the classroom during the chaos. The sounds of firearms and swords clashing were heard incessantly. Shouts and screams were heard in the yard. Several people protected Feng Ye and fled along the route they had planned. Although a large number of people were attracted by the firearms, their whereabouts were soon discovered and they were surrounded.

She Zhun rushed over with the remaining men. The group of people killed and retreated at the same time. They intended to retreat to the small gate through which the excrement was transported from the imperial prison. That place was located at the farthest part of the entire compound. There was a terrible stench inside and outside the gate, and few people approached. At this time, fast horses were waiting outside the gate.

Just when they were about to retreat to the side courtyard, a large group of guards rushed over, and at the same time, leading the Feng family army to kill, there was also a familiar person - Xue Bo.

Yan Sikong didn't know how Xue Bo escaped. He was probably already away when Emperor Zhaowu ordered the confiscation of his property. He was already in his fifties, covered in blood, with a face like a demon, completely different from the kind and smiling butler of the past.

"Uncle Xue!" Feng Ye shouted.

"Prince, please leave!" Xue Bo shouted, "I'll be the last one to leave, Prince, please leave--"

While killing the enemy, She Jun angrily scolded: "Why didn't you tell us that you had reinforcements?"

Feng Ye said coldly: "I don't believe you."

"You bastard..." She Zhun was so angry that he chopped down a guard with his sword, rushed to the small gate of the side yard, and kicked the door open despite the stench, shouting, "Go!"

Feng Ye grabbed a guard's sword with his bare hands and killed several people in a row, calling out breathlessly: "Uncle Xue, follow me quickly!"

"Your Highness, go first!" Xue Bosha's eyes turned red and he shouted, "Go!"

Yan Sikong forced several guards to retreat, but the encirclement was still shrinking. They were gradually forced back to the door. Xue Bo gritted his teeth and pushed Feng Ye and others out of the door. He shouted proudly: "I have followed Your Highness and the Prince all my life, and I have no regrets even if I die! Prince, avenge us!"

Schreiber closed the door behind them.

"Uncle Xue——" Feng Ye shouted with his bloodshot eyes.

The sounds of shouting, fighting, and the bloody sounds of torn skin and broken bones poured into the periosteum, making one's hair stand on end. This wall separated them from each other forever.

She Jun pulled a fast horse over and urged, "Get on the horse!"

Feng Ye kept looking back at the door, biting his lips until they bled.

Yan Sikong pushed him towards the horse and said in a sharp voice: "Hurry up, only if you survive, their deaths will not be in vain!"

Feng Ye glared at him fiercely and pulled the reins to mount the horse, but his legs were weak and he had no strength to move. The imprisonment, interrogation and torture in the past six months had made him very weak, and the fights along the way had drained the last of his physical strength.

Yan Sikong half-knelt down, letting his knees sink into the muddy, smelly earth. He held Feng Ye's feet and lifted him onto the horse. He also climbed onto the horse, grabbed the reins, and shouted, "Go!"

The group rode at full speed towards the south of the city, but were soon caught up by a group of guards.

Feng Ye slumped exhaustedly on the horse's back, his protruding ribs were closely packed together, each with distinct joints. He must have lost half the weight of a man. Yan Sikong thought of the broad chest he once leaned on, and his high-spirited and arrogant look, and his nose suddenly felt sour.

On the way of retreat, She Jun had already completed the deployment. When they passed an ancient tree, the people who were ambushing in a shop nearby ignited the gunpowder. With a loud bang, half of the street was blown into ruins, and the group of guards chasing in front were thrown off their horses one after another.

They abandoned their horses halfway and fled into an abandoned house. That was a secret passage leading to the outside of the city that She Jun had secretly deployed many years ago. If they passed through the secret passage, there would be someone to meet them outside, and Feng Ye would most likely be safe by then.

After finding the secret passage, She Jun glared at Feng Ye and said, "I will take you out of the city. There will be people waiting for you outside. You should recover first. When the storm has passed, take the prepared coil and you can leave."

Feng Ye leaned against the wall, looked deeply at Yan Sikong, and breathed heavily.

Yan Sikong felt mixed emotions. He said hoarsely, "She Zhun, let me talk to him alone."

She Jun frowned and said, "Don't delay too long."

She Jun and several of his men retreated. Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said, "Feng Ye, from now on, I'm afraid we will... part forever."

Feng Ye's eyes were filled with bloodshot.

"Since you don't believe me, I don't need to explain. We will go our separate ways. In the end..." Yan Sikong took a deep breath and forced back his tears, "We are not destined to be together."

Feng Ye clenched his fists: "If you want me to believe you, come with me now."

Yan Sikong shook his head: "I can only take you here, I want to stay."

Feng Ye's eyes widened: "Are you reluctant to part with your wedding night?"

"Yes, I can't give up everything I worked so hard to get." Yan Sikong choked up, "I saved you, it's the last kindness..."

"You saved me for yourself!" Feng Ye roared, "So that I can return to Datong, lead the troops to fight the thieves, and help you get revenge!"

Yan Sikong was heartbroken. He walked towards Feng Ye step by step, tears in his eyes: "No one in this world understands me, and I don't care. Feng Ye, go away and live well. From now on, you and I... will no longer be friends."

Feng Ye's blood surged up, he felt hatred and pain, and he felt like his heart was broken.

She Jun pushed the door open and said anxiously, "The pursuers are coming, you should leave now!"

Yan Sikong wiped away his tears and said, "You take him away first, I will follow behind."

"You can't escape by yourself, hurry up!"

"If they discover the secret passage, all our efforts will be wasted. Take him away quickly."

"Nanyu!" She Jun said sternly, "If you are in danger, why would I save him?!"

Yan Sikong grabbed She Jun's shoulders and said sternly, "I swear, I will escape. As long as the thief is alive, I will live. You guys go quickly."

She Jun gritted his teeth and ordered his men: "Protect Lord Yan until the death." After that, he grabbed Feng Ye and walked towards the secret passage.

Feng Ye turned his head and looked at Yan Sikong, his eyes full of despair. Yan Sikong was terrified and rushed forward uncontrollably, holding Feng Ye's hand, tears streaming down his face: "Feng Ye, live, live!"

Feng Ye opened his mouth, but his throat could hardly make any sound. However, he still struggled hard and uttered three words with his mouth: Follow me.

Yan Sikong shook his head. Feng Ye was holding his fingers tightly. He had no choice but to pry Feng Ye's hands open. Seeing the pain and hatred in Feng Ye's eyes, his heart seemed to be torn apart by thousands of swords.

She Jun led Feng Ye down the secret passage. Yan Sikong drew his sword, wiped away his tears, and quietly sneaked out of the courtyard. This was the most chaotic, crowded, and poor residential area in the city. There were complicated narrow paths. People who were not familiar with the terrain might get lost after turning two corners. But they had memorized the map. When a large number of guards poured in, they led the guards away from the entrance of the secret passage while waiting for an opportunity to escape.

The imperial prison was robbed, and the capital was awakened at the hour of Yin. The number of imperial guards dispatched to hunt them was far more than Yan Sikong expected. He and She Zhun's men decided to split up and flee, leaving it to fate. Under the hazy moonlight, Yan Sikong and the pursuers chased each other in the narrow alleys and dark passages.

Although Yan Sikong knew the terrain here like the back of his hand, there were too many pursuers and they had already entered every alley, leaving him with almost nowhere to escape. He found himself surrounded, and if he was captured, everything would be over.

Suddenly, there was a strange noise behind him. Yan Sikong turned around abruptly, raised his sword and was about to stab, but in the moonlight, he saw a man in black who looked familiar.

This person... this person is!

"Who are you?" Yan Sikong asked in a low voice, "Why do you follow me so many times?"

This person was none other than the man in black who appeared on the night he met Ye Li. The reason why he could be recognized was that this person was tall and strong, and had an extraordinary physique.

The man didn't say anything, but threw him a set of casual clothes.

Yan Sikong caught the clothes, which still smelled of soapberry. He was afraid that they were clothes hung out to dry by ordinary people. He asked in confusion, "Why are you helping me? Who are you?"

The man was silent for a moment, then spoke: "Are you a good person or a bad person?"

Yan Sikong was stunned. That voice seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't remember who it was. He had a very good memory. If he remembered, he remembered. If he didn't remember, he didn't remember. He rarely had such a vague feeling.

The sound of guards' footsteps was heard behind him. The man suddenly stood up and flew into the air, leaping onto the roof as if riding the wind.

Yan Sikong secretly exclaimed in his heart, what great skills!

"There!" the guards shouted and chased after the man. Suddenly, all the pursuers were led away.

Yan Sikong quickly changed out of his night clothes, threw away his sword, escaped from the dark alley during the chaos, and ran towards the entrance of the secret passage outside his mansion.

He was so confused that he had no time to think about who the masked man in black was. All he could think about was Feng Ye's hateful eyes when he left him...