Wu Liuqi came to report that the Wolf King had summoned Yan Sikong to meet the Yuan generals. While he was speaking, he did not dare to raise his head, his calves were shaking, and his big black eyes would occasionally steal glances at Feng Hun who was lying at Yan Sikong's feet.

Feng Hun also stared at him with his one eye.

Yan Sikong stood up, his chest filled with blood boiling; he was finally going to meet Yuan Shaoxu.

Feng Hun hooked Yan Sikong's legs with his claws. Yan Sikong pressed his head and said, "Hun'er, I'll be back soon. You stay in the tent and don't go anywhere."

Upon hearing this, Feng Hun withdrew his claws.

Yan Sikong followed Wu Liuqi out of the tent and reminded him, "Don't let anyone enter my tent casually, understand?"

Wu Liuqi said awkwardly, "Don't worry, sir. No one except the Wolf King dares to go in."

It was the first time that Yan Sikong walked inside the rebel camp since arriving there. He took the time to observe, but it was a bit difficult for him to judge the situation of the barracks based on just a few steps.

Wu Liuqi brought him to Yuan Shaoxu's military tent and said, "Sir, please."

Yan Sikong took a deep breath, his eyes calm and cold. He straightened his back and walked in calmly.

As soon as he entered the tent, Yan Sikong saw Feng Ye sitting in the main seat, and the Yuan brothers were standing on both sides. When a familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared in front of Yan Sikong, he suddenly froze.

Yuan Shaoxu...

The last time they met, Yuan Shaoxu was still a handsome boy of seventeen or eighteen. Seventeen years later, he was about the same age as Yuan Mao back then. Among the descendants of the Yuan family, Yuan Shaoxu looked the most like Yuan Mao. Now the lines on his face showed the traces of time, and the armor on his body made him look more heroic, making them look even more alike.

If one did not understand Yuan Shaoxu's true nature, based only on his handsome appearance and sharp temperament, he would easily convince people at first glance.

Yan Sikong looked at that face and couldn't help but recall Yuan Mao, feeling extremely sad.

Yuan Shaoxu strode over and shouted excitedly: "Nan Yu!"

Before Yan Sikong could react, Yuan Shaoxu had already grabbed his shoulders and said, "Nan Yu, I never thought that we would meet again!"

Yan Sikong stared at Yuan Shaoxu in a daze, feeling disgusted. Yuan Shaoxu actually dared to do such a despicable thing with a face that looked very similar to Yuan Mao. Even a scheming person like him would feel ashamed of himself.

Yuan Shaoxu said sadly: "You left without saying goodbye that year, and there has been no news for seventeen years. We all thought you were dead... I didn't expect you to be alive. Mother and elder sister would be so happy if they knew."

Yan Sikong looked at Yuan Shaoxu without blinking, and said calmly: "Brother, I am Sikong, not Nanyu. You can't be unable to recognize your own brother."

Yuan Shaoxu looked surprised and glanced at Yuan Nanyu: "Nanyu, what do you mean by that?"

"What do you mean, brother?"

"Nan Yu..." Yuan Shaoxu was heartbroken, "You still want to pretend to be Sikong? Back then, our Yuan family was destroyed and the three brothers were separated. Now we are finally reunited, and Sikong also said that he would not blame you. Why do you have to do this?"

"I also want to ask why you have to do this, big brother." Yan Sikong took Yuan Shaoxu's hand off his shoulder. He looked at Yuan Nanyu, then at Feng Ye. "Now that Yu'er has lost his memory, the Wolf King doesn't know the truth. It all depends on your words. Sikong is still Nanyu. It's just a name. It doesn't matter what I'm called, but I can't be wronged."

"You..." Yuan Shaoxu shook his head in disappointment, "You and I are brothers, why would I wrongly accuse you? Back then, when you rushed into the execution ground and were to be exiled, you asked Sikong to take the blame for you. Outsiders couldn't tell you apart, but I... I was selfish at the moment and didn't stop you, just because you are my brother..." He said regretfully, "I have been feeling guilty all these years, and I couldn't sleep peacefully until I saw Sikong again and knew that you were both alive."

Que Wang lowered his head and clenched his hands into fists behind his back. Feng Ye raised his chin slightly and looked at Yan Sikong coldly.

Yan Sikong sneered, "Brother, I really couldn't see that you were such a good actor. I understand why you lied, but this lie is too easy to expose. My sister and mother know the truth. Although many of the old people in Guangning are no longer with us, it is impossible to completely erase what happened back then. Who was known as a child prodigy since childhood? Who was a martial artist since childhood? General Liang Huiyong, who is now fighting against the Jin people in Guangning, was the one who took me away from the execution ground. He knows who the person who rushed to the execution ground was." He looked at Feng Ye, "Wolf King, do you dare to send a letter to General Liang to find out about this matter?"

Feng Ye said: "Okay."

Yuan Shaoxu's eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice: "Nan Yu, I haven't seen you for seventeen years. How did you become... They all say that you are insidious and cunning, full of lies. I am unwilling to believe a word of it because of our brotherhood, but you... why do you not even want to acknowledge your ancestors? If Dad knew, he would be so sad to see the three of us brothers suspicious of each other!"

Yuan Shaoxu looked solemn and spoke righteously. His stern face was surprisingly similar to Yuan Mao back then. Yan Sikong shuddered in his heart and took a step back. In a trance, Yuan Shaoxu's and Yuan Mao's faces overlapped. He seemed to see Yuan Mao accusing them of the quarrel between the brothers, which made him feel unspeakable guilt.

Seeing that this trick worked, Yuan Shaoxu took another step closer and whispered, "Have you forgotten how Dad taught us? Is this how you repay Dad's kindness?"

Yuan Nanyu, who had been silent all this time, came over and said softly, "Lord Yan, since you don't care about a name, why don't you just forget about the past and don't mention it again. I said, I don't blame you. If you want to be Sikong, then you are Sikong. I am already Quewang, and I only remember that I am Quewang, and my eldest brother is always my eldest brother. My eldest brother is right. Isn't the most important thing for the three of us brothers to be reunited? We brothers are united to clear our father's name and avenge the Yuan family, so that our father's spirit in heaven can rest in peace."

Yan Sikong looked at the Yuan brothers stiffly, feeling a sense of depression blocking his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe. His lips trembled and his fists were clenched so tightly that they made a clattering sound.

Yuan Shaoxu was smarter than he thought and knew where Yuan Shaoxu's weak spot was. What he could never let go of in his entire life was the great kindness the Yuan family had shown him. Now that the Yuan brothers were implying that he was unfilial to Yuan Mao, it was like a punch to the chest, hard and accurate.

But... just let it go?

If Feng Ye hadn't been there, he might have been able to let it go. He wouldn't care who he was, but Feng Ye treated him like that... He felt a pain in his heart, and silently glanced at the expressionless Feng Ye, then a mocking smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Feng Ye, I don't care...

Why did he still want to prove his innocence? Even if he proved that he was really Yan Sikong, would the barriers between him and Feng Ye disappear? He had deceived and used Feng Ye before, and he had married Feng Ye's cousin, and Feng Ye was not to be outdone. Could he just pretend that those harsh accusations and merciless humiliations had never happened?

Why did he waste his energy? Maybe just like Yuan Nanyu said, let's just forget about it, brothers are united, it will be good for everyone.

He was deeply saddened, but a string of mocking laughter escaped from the corners of his mouth. He laughed softly: "Okay, well said. I, Yan Sikong, have lived for thirty years and fought against the most sinister and dangerous eunuchs in the world, but I can't even prove my identity. That's it..." He took a deep breath and smiled sadly, "Let's just forget about it."

After saying this, he no longer looked at anyone in the tent and turned away.

He knew clearly in his heart that no matter whether it was a letter to Yuan Weiling or Liang Huiyong, he could either not send it out or could not receive it back. Yuan Shaoxu had joined the army at the age of sixteen and was now a lieutenant general in the rebel army. If he did not have this ability, he would have lived in vain.

He was tired, completely tired.

——

When he returned to his tent, Feng Hun was still lying there. Hearing the noise, he opened his eyes and looked over.

Yan Sikong walked to Feng Hun and fell on it accidentally. He felt weak and powerless for a moment.

He really wanted to tear off Yuan Shaoxu's face and prevent Yuan Shaoxu from using that face that looked so much like Yuan Mao to say words that made him so angry.

But he is Yuan Mao's son after all. For Yuan Mao's sake, what else can he do?

Feng Hun seemed to sense Yan Sikong's emotions and nudged him with his head.

Yan Sikong turned around, stroked Feng Hun's face, and whispered, "Hun'er, can you remember the smell of a person for a lifetime?"

Feng Hun's blue-white wolf eyes stared at Yan Sikong without blinking.

"Even though you only have one eye, you still recognized me." Yan Sikong smiled bitterly, "He is not as good as you."

Feng Hun, who was always arrogant and cold, suddenly stuck out his tongue and licked Yan Sikong's face.

Yan Sikong was stunned: "This is the first time you licked me." In the past, when Feng Hun bumped into him, it seemed like a great blessing from heaven.

Feng Hun let out a “whoosh”.

Yan Sikong lay on Feng Hun and smiled gently: "Well, at least you recognize me. No matter if I am Yan Sikong or not, no matter if I am a good person or a bad person, loyal or treacherous, in your heart, it makes no difference." He could not suppress the sadness in his heart and murmured: "Perhaps, you are the one who understands me best in the world."

When Feng Ye stepped into the tent, what he saw was the lonely figure of Yan Sikong lying on Feng Hun. His heart tightened and his expression changed slightly, but he quickly concealed it.

Yan Sikong did not look back. The only person who could casually step into his tent and leave Feng Hun without any reaction could be Feng Ye.

Feng Ye walked closer, half-knelt down, and ordered: "Turn around."

Yan Sikong paused for a moment, slowly turned around, and looked at Feng Ye indifferently.

"What else do you have to say?"

"Nothing to say." Yan Sikong's expression was very cold. "Who do you think I am? I am who I am now. It doesn't matter who I am now. What matters is that I am the governor of Qianzhou and the current emperor's son-in-law. If you want the Datong Army, you have to rely on me."

Feng Ye sneered: "Yes, this is you. In your mind, love between children and children, relatives and brothers, are all chess pieces in your hand. Now if you want to compete on the chessboard, you have to use my soldiers and horses."

"Yes, I have the generals, and you have the soldiers." Yan Sikong stared deeply into Feng Ye's eyes, "The King of Chu is the eldest prince, the legitimate choice for the successor, the future emperor. I will help you seize the Hetao area, help you lure the Datong army to surrender, and help you compete for the Central Plains. And you, you have to help the King of Chu ascend the throne, and we will divide the world equally."

Feng Ye raised his lips slightly: "It's a deal."

Yan Sikong felt a little cold in his heart. He couldn't believe Feng Ye's promise because he no longer dared to say that he understood Feng Ye. Feng Ye was on guard against him and he was also on guard against Feng Ye. The two people who were once very close to each other now seemed to be separated by a deep chasm even though they were so close.

Feng Ye approached him and said, "Do you know why I asked Hun'er to guard you?"

Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes: "It can't speak."

"Yes, only Hun'er will not be fooled by your sweet words." Feng Ye sneered, "Otherwise, with your cunningness, you might find that the Feng family army has changed its name when you wake up."

Yan Sikong mocked: "The world-famous Wolf King is actually afraid of a weak scholar. How can you command the three armies like this?"

"Afraid of you?" Feng Ye stroked his hair gently. "I've been to purgatory, seen ghosts, and felt my father losing warmth in my arms. There is nothing in this world that I, Feng Ye, am afraid of."

Yan Sikong shuddered.

Feng Ye lowered his head and licked and kissed Yan Sikong's lips: "From the day I was wrongfully imprisoned, I want to get back all the suffering and punishment I've endured."

Yan Sikong stood up and tried to escape, but Feng Ye grabbed him, pulled him into his arms, and kissed his soft lips hard.

Their lips were intertwined, so intimate, yet they stared at each other as if they wanted to stare holes in each other's faces.

Yan Sikong suddenly kicked Feng Hun hard. Feng Hun stood up unhappily, and the two of them rolled to the side.

Yan Sikong was able to escape then. He climbed up and looked at Feng Ye warily.

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong teasingly, as if he were looking at prey: "Between you and me, who is afraid of whom?"

"Feng Ye, you underestimate me." Yan Sikong sneered, "You have been to purgatory, and I have also been to the underworld. You have seen ghosts, and I have also accompanied monsters. In order to get to where I am today, I, Yan Sikong, have died countless times. There is no one or anything in this world that I am afraid of."

"Very good." Feng Ye raised his eyebrows and said, "You are such a fearless person, but you obey me. God really helps my Feng family."

Yan Sikong pursed his lips and said nothing.

Feng Ye stretched out his hand: "Come here."

Yan Sikong's face darkened.

"Come here." Feng Ye said in an imposing manner, "Do you want to win this game by yourself?"

"No handsome, you have no master."

"One last time, come here." Feng Ye narrowed his sharp wolf eyes, which flashed with a dangerous and unquestionable light.

Yan Sikong let out a breath and walked over slowly.

Feng Ye stretched out his hand and pulled him under him, and said condescendingly: "Your usefulness also includes pleasing me. As you wish, don't waste this good skin."

Yan Sikong smiled coldly, looking at Feng Ye's eyes, afraid that there was no trace of warmth in them anymore.