Before daybreak, the news of the robbery of the imperial prison had spread throughout the capital. Emperor Zhaowu was furious, anxious, and afraid, and he dispatched 5,000 troops from Jingshan to dig deep into the ground to hunt down Feng Ye, wishing he could tear up all the grass in the suburbs of Beijing.

The Ministry of Justice, the Supreme Court, the Imperial Guards, the Imperial Prison and other places where people wanted to commit crimes were all implicated, and the warden of the Imperial Prison was beheaded on the same day.

The next day, Yan Sikong showed up with a hangover look. His face was pale, his eyes were swollen, and he looked like his soul had been drained out. People couldn't help but believe that he had actually suffered minor injuries to his chest, abdomen, back, and arms last night. In addition, his mood had reached its lowest point, so it was not easy for him to barely cover up the wounds and pretend that nothing had happened.

He was shocked to learn from his housekeeper that Feng Ye had escaped from prison. Princess Wanyang, who was still young after all, was filled with mixed feelings when she heard that Feng Jianping had committed suicide and Feng Ye had escaped.

However, she still had a bad face towards Yan Sikong, and turned a blind eye to Yan Sikong's physical condition. The servants saw it and whispered to each other.

Yan Sikong dismissed everyone and called Ali.

Ali had an unusually large build and was easily exposed, so he secretly set the fire and ran away last night. He was also very anxious to know what happened last night.

Yan Sikong quietly told him what happened last night.

Ali gestured anxiously: Will Feng Ye be found?

Yan Sikong shook his head: "She Zhun is very reliable. He has sent someone to pretend to be Feng Ye and escape from the capital. His hiding place is very secret. He can leave after the storm has passed."

Ali nodded and asked: It turns out that the man in black is not a bad guy. Who is he and why does he help you?

Yan Sikong shook his head again: "I have been thinking about it all night, but I really can't figure out who he is. This person is very skilled in martial arts. It is obvious that he has been following me and knows everything we do."

Ali "said": It seems that Zhu Lanting did not lie, it really was not him.

"Yes, Zhu Lanting was also chasing us last night. That voice and that figure were definitely not Zhu Lanting." Speaking of Zhu Lanting, Yan Sikong felt worried. If Zhu Lanting was not stupid, he would be able to guess that they were the ones who robbed the prison. As the commander of the Imperial Guard, although the imperial prison was not under his jurisdiction, he would definitely be implicated in such a major incident in the capital. He wondered what Zhu Lanting would do.

Alibi gestured: Should I check again?

"No need. She Zhun has to deal with the aftermath and he definitely can't spare the time right now. Since that person wants to help us, we don't need to worry about him for now. Let's wait until Feng Ye is safely out of the capital, and then we can make long-term plans."

Ali nodded, looked at Yan Sikong worriedly, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Yan Sikong had no expression on his face, and his tone was even calmer: "I'm fine, it's just a minor injury."

Ali paused and touched his dirty heart with his finger.

Yan Sikong suddenly felt heartbroken. He took a deep breath, looked away, and stared at the empty wall, muttering, "It's okay..."

Actually, it’s better this way. He and Feng Ye should not have had anything to do with each other from the beginning. This has given him a fatal weakness. If there was no Feng Ye... if there was no Feng Ye... I don’t know what he would be like now.

They are strangers to each other. Forcing them together is against God's will. So they say goodbye and take care of themselves.

Ali sighed, brought the medicine to Yan Sikong's bedside, and quietly left.

Yan Sikong lay on the bed, thinking that at this moment, Feng Ye was probably also sick on the bed. His heart was filled with sorrow and despair, and he was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe.

Feng Ye was not like him. As the prince of Jingyuan, he had never been wronged or treated as inferior in his life. However, at his best age, he fell from the clouds to the quagmire, was wrongly imprisoned, and suffered torture and humiliation. In the blink of an eye, his family was broken up and he lost everything. During the past six months, he did not dare, could not bear, and was unwilling to think about how Feng Ye spent every day, nor could he imagine how Feng Ye would deal with himself in the future.

He would dream from time to time. He dreamed of the best times they had together, dreamed of Feng Ye's high-spirited look, dreamed of his arrogant and spirited eyes, dreamed of his invincible figure on the battlefield, dreamed of his warm lips, strong hands and broad chest, dreamed of how sweet their love was when it reached its deepest level.

It was a big dream. My body woke up, but my mind was trapped in the nightmare with nowhere to escape.

Yan Sikong covered his eyes with his hands, only to feel the heat and dampness in his palms, and the pain in his heart. This was his fate, and all the people he cherished would eventually leave him. It was already a blessing that Feng Ye was still alive.

——

After staying in the room for a day, at dusk, the door was rudely pushed open.

You don’t need to look to know who dares to push the door like this in the Yan Mansion.

Princess Wanyang came in with a plate of food, put it on the table impatiently, and said coldly: "Mammy asked me to bring you food."

Yan Sikong whispered, "Thank you, Princess. I am not feeling well and cannot get up to greet you. I will go to you to atone for my sins."

"Stop pretending." Wan Yang narrowed his eyes. "My cousin ran away. Did you know that?"

"I have heard of it."

"He will come back. He is a little wolf king born with supernatural powers." Wan Yang looked down at Yan Sikong, "He will definitely kill the thief and his lackeys to avenge his uncle. You won't have many good days left."

Yan Sikong said calmly: "If he wants to come back for revenge, wouldn't Your Majesty be in danger as well?"

Wan Yang was stunned for a moment, and retorted: "Father has been deceived by the thief, my cousin will definitely clear the Feng family's grievances!"

"I hope so."

"You..." Wan Yang heard Yan Sikong's tone full of sarcasm, but he could do nothing and gritted his teeth in anger.

Yan Sikong finally raised his head and looked at her. Seeing her picturesque eyebrows and eyes that resembled Feng Ye, a soft feeling rose in his heart. He said slowly: "Your Highness must be very painful to be caught between the Feng family and the royal family. The dispute between the temples has nothing to do with Your Highness. I wish Your Highness to live a simple and peaceful life."

Wan Yang was stunned for a moment and snorted, "You don't need to worry about it." After she said that, she turned away.

——

Emperor Zhaowu turned the capital and its suburbs upside down and even sent people to follow the false information released by She Jun all the way to Datong, but he still did not find Feng Ye.

Half a month after being imprisoned, Yan Sikong finally met She Jun. He said that Feng Ye's injuries had not healed yet, so he left without saying goodbye. Moreover, according to the people who took care of Feng Ye, Feng Ye left with a masked man and now his whereabouts are unknown.

Yan Sikong told She Jun about the masked man in black that he met that night. The two compared their body shapes and features and confirmed that they were the same person.

Ever since Yan Sikong discovered the existence of this person that night, She Jun has sent people to investigate for a long time, but they have not found out the reason. This person is not only a martial arts expert, but also good at hiding his traces. However, they have racked their brains and cannot figure out who on earth could allow Feng Ye, a fugitive who should be extremely cautious, to leave with him. Finally, the two guessed that it might be a assassin sent by Feng Ye's uncle far away in Datong.

Now that the two of them have left, it is at least safer than hiding in a farmhouse outside the city. Yan Sikong thought, the sea and sky are vast, Feng Ye is finally free. Wan Yang is right. He believes that Feng Ye will spend his entire life avenging the Feng family. In this respect, he and Feng Ye are the same kind of people.

And he could finally give everything he had and fight to the death with Xie Zhongren.

Because he has nothing to worry about in this life.

This volume is also written! Finished!

The next volume will gradually shift from the temple to the battlefield. I’m so looking forward to it and can’t wait to share with you what this story is about!

Volume 6: Whale Waves