When seeing Feng Ye, Yan Sikong could tell from his cheerful expression that he was in a very good mood. He had captured Qianzhou City without losing a single soldier, and was then in control of the entire Hetao region. He was at the peak of his life, so how could he not be happy?

Feng Ye looked at the bear cloak he was wearing and nodded with satisfaction: "Come and sit down."

After the maid helped Yan Sikong take off his cloak, she left, leaving Feng Ye and Yan Sikong alone with the table of wine and food.

Yan Sikong sat next to Feng Ye and said calmly: "Congratulations to the Wolf King for obtaining the Hetao."

Feng Ye held his chin with one hand, staring at Yan Sikong's cool and elegant profile without blinking: "You are the first to make the contribution, what kind of reward do you want?"

"I can't think of anything at the moment. If you really want to reward me, you might as well make a note of it first."

Feng Ye laughed, "You are always so smart."

Yan Sikong was too lazy to think about the sarcasm in his words and did not respond.

"Have you named Duo'er?" Feng Ye suddenly changed the subject.

Yan Sikong straightened up immediately. He didn't know whether Feng Ye was going to attack again, and his face darkened.

"Don't be nervous." Feng Ye saw through his thoughts, his tone was calm, but also without warmth, "Duo'er is my niece after all, can't I care about her a little?"

“…Not yet.”

"Call me Jinyu."

Yan Sikong was stunned.

"Before my mother died, she named my and my eldest brother's children," Feng Ye said softly, "'Those who are seen in this world holding jade and orchids in their arms are all ashamed of it.'"

Yan Sikong felt upset: "My daughter, why should I use your name?"

"Because she is the only child in the world who is related to you and me by blood." Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong deeply, "If you were a woman, this child should be born to me by you."

"Ridiculous." Yan Sikong turned his face away.

Feng Ye pinched his chin and forced him to face him: "It would be great if you were a woman."

Yan Sikong pushed his hand away: "I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"Are you feeling guilty?" Feng Ye sneered.

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said, "Feng Ye, there is not even a trace of affection left between you and me. Why are you still saying all this? Why don't we talk about something serious?"

Feng Ye's eyes flashed with anger: "Okay, let's talk about business."

"Datong, King of Chu."

"It is impossible to send you to Datong now. The court and Datong must have doubts about you."

Yan Sikong nodded: "Yes, Yu Shenglang has rebelled, and the old people in Datong are ready to make a move. Xue Ronggui must be restless day and night. I haven't figured out how to apologize to the court, or maybe the court is planning to punish me for doing nothing."

"You are still in my prison now, and the dog emperor cannot punish you."

"There must have been rumors in the capital..." Yan Sikong said, "How are Feng Xiang and the others doing?"

“They’re all closed.”

Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes and said, "Although I brought these eight hundred soldiers from the capital, they are loyal to the court. Feng Xiang is not someone who can be coerced or bribed. I will lock him up for now. If I cannot persuade him to serve me, I will have to kill him."

"The same goes for Shen Hexuan." Feng Ye glanced at Yan Sikong, "My army doesn't want to feed idle people, especially since this person caused me to lose thousands of soldiers."

"He is not an idle man. He will be very useful."

Feng Ye snorted coldly.

Yan Sikong quickly changed the subject: "What do you think of Datong?"

"I am more familiar with Datong than you are. My uncle has already secretly contacted several generals who have received great favors from my father. Qianzhou is already in our hands. I am confident that I can take Datong. You don't have to worry."

"In that case, I have more important things to do."

"What?"

"King of Chu."

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong: "Are you going to find the King of Chu?"

"Yes, outsiders still think I am imprisoned. I just need to leave the city secretly..."

"No." Feng Ye denied it flatly.

"Why?" Yan Sikong asked puzzledly, "The King of Chu is still young. Now is the time for him to recruit soldiers and horses, and to recruit talented people. It is also the time for him to win over the vassal kings. I want to help him. When the time comes, you two will gather your forces and be unstoppable."

Feng Ye said coldly, "If he can't even leave Yunnan, then he can't be worthy of the throne of emperor."

"He is only nineteen years old. If anything goes wrong with him, all our efforts will be in vain." Yan Sikong said in a deep voice, "The day we take over Datong will be the day you announce to the world that you will support the King of Chu to ascend the throne. By then, he must have enough confidence to respond. As you said, he must at least be able to leave Yunnan."

Feng Ye clenched his fists: "Maoren and Qianzhou are all in my hands. Datong doesn't need you to go there either. I just want you to stay by my side and you don't have to go anywhere!"

"I am a double-entry scholar and a tutor to the crown prince. At this critical moment, you want me to leave such an important person as the King of Chu alone and stay here to warm your bed?"

"Why not!" Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong, "Does it mean that without you, I, Feng Ye, can't take over this kingdom?"

"You..." Yan Sikong took a deep breath and emphasized his tone, "Do you think that just by exchanging a few letters, the King of Chu will be willing to work with you to achieve great things?"

Feng Ye was speechless for a moment.

"Feng Ye, I must meet him and convince him to trust us, especially you."

Feng Ye looked gloomy and glared at Yan Sikong: "Do you really want to leave me?"

Yan Sikong said calmly: "It's not a question of whether I will leave or not. What I want to do will never be delayed by anyone or anything."

Feng Ye said coldly: "Yes, other than what you think in your heart, other people and other things are not important at all."

Yan Sikong was silent.

"I won't let you go."

"No matter whether you do this for yourself or for the King of Chu, the one who will benefit in the end is you, Feng Ye." Yan Sikong said seriously, "Why do you have to go against your own interests?"

Feng Ye turned his head away, looking at the table of untouched, cold food and wine, feeling suffocated and having difficulty breathing. He suddenly turned around, looked at Yan Sikong and said, "Smile at me."

Yan Sikong was stunned.

"Since we met again, you have always given me this look. I want you to smile at me."

Yan Sikong felt his blood rushing to his heart, and anger rushed to his head. Feng Ye actually blamed him for not showing a good face? From the moment they met again to now, he had to endure the pain and humiliation given by Feng Ye. Why should he laugh? Laugh at him for being smart all his life, but also extremely stupid? He gritted his teeth and said, "I can't laugh at you."

Feng Ye slammed the table and said in a stern voice: "Then don't go anywhere. I'm happy to keep you just to warm my bed. So what?" He stood up and was about to leave.

"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong called him loudly.

Feng Ye stopped dead in his tracks.

Yan Sikong stood up, walked in front of him, looked at him with his chin slightly raised, and slowly, slowly revealed a stiff smile.

A dark pain flashed in Feng Ye's eyes. He pushed Yan Sikong against the wall, leaned over to cover her tender lips, and kissed her roughly.

Yan Sikong did not resist, but numbly allowed Feng Ye to do whatever he wanted to him.

Feng Ye tasted Yan Sikong's lips and teeth all over, until they were both out of breath, and then they separated slightly. He put his forehead against Yan Sikong's forehead and whispered, "Don't leave until the first month of the year is over. Quewang will follow you."

Yan Sikong was shocked: "Do you want him to protect me or to monitor me?"

“All of them.”