Yan Sikong was stunned. They hadn't seen each other for seventeen years. Anything could have happened. Looking at the humiliating tattoo on Yuan Nanyu's face and thinking about the suffering he had endured in his life, it was understandable that he had hatred in his heart. But looking at these two almost identical faces, why did Yuan Nanyu say he didn't remember?

How could he not remember?

Yuan Nan sighed, "I wasn't saying this in anger. When I was in my teens, I was exiled to the northwest. I fell seriously ill in a quarry and was thrown into a dead body pit to die. Fortunately, my master wanted to save me. He was the heir of Yaogu Que's family. He snatched my life back from Prince Yan, but when I woke up... I didn't remember anything before."

Yan Sikong felt like there was something stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a word for a long time. He just stared at Yuan Nanyu stiffly.

The name of Mr. Que in Yaogu is well-known in the world. Mr. Que has gathered all the medical skills in the world. It is said that he has the magical power to bring people back to life and make bones white. The medical books he wrote are the golden rules that all medical practitioners in the world must have.

Yuan Nanyu was saved by the descendant of the Que family? His Yu'er, doesn't remember him?

Feng Ye gritted his teeth and said, "The person who walked a thousand miles on foot to be exiled, who was tortured in the quarry and almost died, should have been you. It was you who tricked him into being exiled in your place!"

Yan Sikong was startled, then he shouted, "No! We are as close as brothers, he wanted to take the blame for me, he knocked me out, and when I woke up, he had been...captured..."

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes and sneered, "You finally admitted it. You used Yuan Mao's kindness in adopting him to force him to take the blame for you!"

"Nonsense!" Yan Sikong gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and glared like a bell, "Feng Ye, even if you hate me, how can you spit blood on me? Since Yu'er doesn't remember anything, who told you all this? This is just malicious speculation!"

"I'm not you." Feng Ye raised his thin lips slightly, "I won't frame anyone for no reason."

"We had guesses at first, but we were not sure until..." Yuan Nanyu lowered his eyelids, his eyelashes trembling slightly, "I'll tell you from the beginning."

Yan Sikong was heartbroken: "You tell me!"

Why is it like this? Feng Ye and Yuan Nanyu, the two people he cherishes most in this world, why did they misunderstand him like this? What on earth happened? !

"My master saved me, taught me martial arts, taught me medicine, and treated me like his own son, but I still want to find my family. My only clue is my Liaodong accent." Yuan Nanyu couldn't help but stroke his lips, "But I can't hear it now."

After a pause, he continued, "It was not until a few years ago, after I took care of my master and sent him to his death, that I embarked on the journey to find my hometown. I went to Liaoning and spent two years traveling through every city in Liaoning. After many twists and turns, I finally found out my life experience in Guangning..." Yuan Nanyu took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly, "The one who was exiled for rushing into the execution ground that year - Yuan Sikong."

Tears welled up in Yan Sikong's eyes. He recalled the time in front of the execution platform. No matter how hard he shouted or how much he argued, he could not stop the big knife from swinging towards his father's neck. He would never forget that kind of despair and pain for the rest of his life.

Yuan Nanyu wiped his face with his hand: "I learned that I have brothers, sisters, and mother. I learned how my father died. I learned that the Yuan family had moved away, so I looked for clues along the way, wanting to find my relatives. But then I heard that the father and son of the Feng family were wrongfully imprisoned, so I went to the capital."

Yan Sikong secretly clenched his fists.

"At that time, the government and the country were in turmoil, and people were in panic. The Feng family had a reputation for loyalty and righteousness in the northwest, and was loved by the people, but they were wrongly imprisoned... Although I didn't know the truth, I firmly believed that my father was wronged, so I didn't want to see loyal people being wronged again. I had nothing but kung fu and a passion, so I decided to save people, so I hid in the capital. As a result, the name 'Yan Sikong' kept appearing in teahouses and wine shops." Yuan Nanyu whispered, "They said you have the talent of Guan Zhong and the appearance of Pan An, but you are a shameless person."

Yan Sikong pursed his lips.

Yuan Nanyu's face turned paler and he was not feeling well at this moment. "I was curious about this person with the same name as me, so I looked for an opportunity to meet him. But when I saw your face..." He took a breath. "Do you know how shocked I was when I saw your face? I don't know what was going on. You should be my brother, but why are you also called Sikong? Then who am I? So I followed you and investigated you. When I knew you were going to rob the prison, I helped you secretly."

"You are Yuan Nanyu..." Yan Sikong murmured softly, "You are Yuan Nanyu."

"You are Yuan Nanyu." Feng Ye said in a stern voice, "When you and She Zhun were smuggling salt in the coastal areas of Jiangnan, you used the name 'Nanyu'. She Zhun still calls you Nanyu. You changed your name to his in order to serve as an official in the court, and you were afraid that people would know that you were a criminal."

"Nonsense..." Yan Sikong felt dizzy and blurry, and he almost didn't even have the strength to loudly refute this ridiculous statement.

Yuan Nanyu shook his head: "Why do you have to keep making excuses? I wanted to find you and ask you about it after I rescued Feng Ye, but the search was too intense at the time and he could be found at any time. I had no choice but to take him away from the capital..." He looked at Feng Ye, "When he saw me, I realized that we knew each other when we were young, but he didn't know from the beginning to the end that I had a brother who looked exactly like me."

Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong: "Do you remember that afternoon when he and I climbed up the ginkgo tree in Yuan Mansion? We met. After I entered the room, I felt that the person was not Sikong. His clothes were different, his voice was slightly different, and his expression was especially strange. But I was too young and didn't know you existed, so I didn't think much about it. It wasn't until I saw him that I realized there were two people. The one with a broken leg lying in bed and whose hand was burned by the charcoal was you."

"No, no, at that time..." Yan Sikong recalled what happened that day. It was very complicated to explain, and his mind was getting more and more confused. He had been tortured to the point of almost having difficulty breathing. He said bitterly, "He was the one who was burned at first. I burned myself in order to avoid being discovered by you. There was also..."

Feng Ye showed a vicious smile, "Really?" He grabbed Yuan Nanyu's right hand and rushed his palm towards Yan Sikong, "Really?"

Yan Sikong looked closely and saw that his face had lost all color and his lips had turned pale. The palm of Yuan Nanyu's right hand was covered with thick layers of scars, and there was no trace of burn scars at all!

Yuan Nanyu spread out his hands and said calmly, "When Master found me, I had moved too many stones and there was no good skin on my hands. Whether I was burned or not... I don't know."

Yan Sikong closed his eyes and tears rolled down his cheeks.

Feng Ye approached Yan Sikong step by step, grabbed his hair, forced him to look up, and said coldly: "We suspected you were an impostor at the time, but even with so much evidence in front of me, I still didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to believe that you had been deceiving me and using me from the beginning..." His voice trembled at the end, and the huge humiliation and pain made him almost bite his back teeth to bleed. He paused for a word and said hoarsely, "Until Yuan Shaoxu showed up and confirmed our guess."

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye in shock.

"Yes, your eldest brother, Yuan Shaoxu, half a year ago, I started the rebellion in Shu, and he came here to join the rebels because of my reputation. He told me everything that happened back then!" Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's hair fiercely, his eyes were so ferocious that he seemed to want to tear him apart and eat him up. "I, Feng Ye, treat you with my heart and indulge you in every way. How do you treat me? How do you treat me? Do you have a human heart?"

"He can't be trusted. Yuan Shaoxu has been jealous of me since he was a child. He doesn't believe it!" Yan Sikong burst into tears. Every word he said was so pale and weak. Every word Feng Ye and Yuan Nanyu said seemed to be conclusive evidence. How could this be? Is there anyone in this world who needs to prove that he is himself? How could such a ridiculous thing happen to him!

"If he is not trustworthy, how can you trust him?" Yuan Nanyu frowned, his face full of desolation, "Big brother and you are brothers. He said that although he knew about the attempt to force me to take the blame, he did not stop me. I have been tormented by my conscience all these years. He is currently leading troops to protect food supplies. When he comes back, you still... have something to say."

Yan Sikong burst into tears. At this moment, he truly realized what it meant to be heartbroken. His whole life, things had been taken away one after another: his home, his family, his ideals, his fame, his love. It seemed as if God felt that what he had taken away was not enough, and now he was going to take away his identity as well?

He is Yan Sikong, he is Yan Sikong!

Why do we treat him like this? Is it because he has done too many evil things and this is retribution?

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong's painful expression and felt his heart broken. He grabbed Yan Sikong's neck and tightened it secretly. He hated it. He hated it. There was a voice in his head urging him to end everything, to end this person who made him unforgettable and heartbroken.

Yan Sikong looked at him with tears in his eyes, there seemed to be a hundred thoughts in his eyes, which finally turned into ashes. He didn't want to resist at all, he was too tired.

Yuan Nanyu rushed over and pried Feng Ye's hands apart. Feng Ye was pushed aside. He turned his back, clenched his fists, his nails almost digging into the flesh, tears welled up in his eyes but never fell.

Yuan Nanyu stood in front of Yan Sikong and said softly, "Actually, even if I took the blame for you back then, I wouldn't hate you for it. After all, it was the Yuan family who saved me, and I have repaid the Yuan family's kindness. But you... your character, the things you have done... why did you become like this just for revenge?"

Why would one become like this just for revenge? Yes, who wants to become a vicious, calculating, unscrupulous snake? Who wants to become a treacherous, scorned villain?

Yan Sikong laughed twice, followed by a painful cough. His laughter was like that of a dying man, broken and hoarse. He looked at Yuan Nanyu with blurry eyes, his mind on the verge of shattering. He called out weakly: "Yu'er, I'm the second brother... I'm... the second brother..."

Yuan Nanyu bit his lip, feeling very conflicted. He couldn't bear to see Yan Sikong looking so miserable and pitiful, but Yuan Shaoxu and Feng Ye had repeatedly warned him how cunning and untrustworthy this man was. He didn't dare to look at Yan Sikong's sad eyes again, and his gaze began to wander.

Yan Sikong's eyes became increasingly empty until they lost focus. His body went limp and he passed out.