Seeing Yan Sikong's rare shyness, which was completely different from his usual calmness and composure, Chen Yu couldn't help but want to take a few more glances at him, but he couldn't help feeling nervous. He leaned forward slightly and whispered, "Sir, I..."

Yan Sikong stood up suddenly and said with a bow, "Your Highness, Chen Chun has married the youngest daughter of Duke Ning as his concubine. Your Highness's wife should also unite with the princes, which will be of great help to Your Highness."

Chen Yu frowned: "Then who do you think I should marry?"

"This is a major matter. I need to think carefully before I reply to Your Highness."

"It doesn't matter who I marry." Chen Yu's tone was a little cold. "My father won't give me a marriage anyway, so I'll just listen to you, sir."

"I will definitely live up to your trust and select a virtuous woman for you. After all..." Yan Sikong looked up at Chen Yu and smiled slightly, "In the future, she will be the mother of the country."

Chen Yu looked at Yan Sikong quietly, as if he was thinking about something, and only uttered a faint "hmm".

"As for Madam Qi, she is beautiful and intelligent, and is deeply loved by His Highness. It would be better to let her bear children for His Highness now. If His Highness's descendants are prosperous, it will ensure the longevity of the dynasty."

Chen Yu held his chin and stared at Yan Sikong without blinking: "That makes sense."

Yan Sikong was about to continue, but Chen Yi interrupted him: "When Mr. Shen gave me lectures in the past, he would sometimes insert some anecdotes from unofficial history. He was not as rigid as Mr. Shen, but always very humorous and fascinating."

"Your Highness, thank you for the award." Yan Sikong didn't know why Chen Yu mentioned this.

"Sir, do you still remember that you told me that Emperor Chen Wen wanted to make Han Zigao the male empress, but unfortunately he was opposed by many ministers and had to give up."

Yan Sikong's expression changed slightly.

Chen Yu pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Can there be such deep affection between men?"

"...I only know that an emperor should not be so affectionate."

Chen Yu narrowed his eyes, stood up and walked towards Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong couldn't help but take a few steps back. He sighed in his heart, this appearance brought him almost no benefits, but only troubles. What's the point of having it?

Chen Yu grabbed Yan Sikong's arm, straightened his body, and made him look into his eyes: "Most people think that Emperor Chen Wen is absurd. Even when you explained it to me, you couldn't hide your intention to laugh at him, but I understand him." His chest rose and fell vigorously, "For you, I dare to risk the world's condemnation..."

"Ridiculous!" Yan Sikong shouted.

Chen Yu's face changed and he raised his voice: "I have been attracted to you for a long time. If Feng Ye can do it, why can't I?"

Yan Sikong growled, "Your Highness and Concubine Hui have suffered so much indifference and hardship in the palace. Concubine Hui died unjustly in prison, and Your Highness was deposed as the Crown Prince. After experiencing such deep hatred and great humiliation, Your Highness does not think about revenge after taking the throne, but instead has these meaningless and useless thoughts. I am so disappointed!"

Yan Sikong spoke sternly and righteously. After all, he was Chen Yi's teacher. When Chen Yi was young, he trusted him very much and almost obeyed his words. It had become a habit. After being scolded like this, and even mentioning Concubine Hui, Chen Yi's ears were hot and he felt ashamed and angry in his heart, but at the same time he was not convinced. He could only look at Yan Sikong with a stern face, looking angry but not being able to speak.

Yan Sikong took a deep breath, took a few steps forward, looked directly into Chen Yi's eyes and said, "Your Highness is still young, and it is inevitable that you will be influenced by your friends and try some different things. If Your Highness really finds it fresh, you can take a male concubine into the mansion to serve you. You must not ruin our important plan for this insignificant pleasure."

These words were half soothing and half warning, and they made it very clear that Chen Yi was not Feng Ye, nor was he the Yan Sikong of the past. Given Chen Yi's current situation, he would not dare to offend him. As for whether Chen Yi was acting on impulse or had really been thinking about him for many years as he said, he didn't care.

Chen Yu bit his lip, his eyes filled with a layer of gray mist. He whispered, "I'm not looking for something new. I really like you, sir. I liked you when I was in the palace, but I didn't dare to say it then."

"You shouldn't say it now." Yan Sikong said coldly, "Your Highness, how can you still have such a sentimental mind?"

Chen Yu clenched his fists, his face turning pale and blue. He felt completely ashamed of Yan Sikong's stern attitude.

Yan Sikong sighed, looking tired. He bowed and said, "This is just drunken nonsense. Just forget it when you sober up. Your Highness, please go to bed early. I'll take my leave." After saying that, he turned and left.

Yan Sikong had just opened the door when a gust of cold wind rushed into the room from the gap, giving him a chill and making his mind a little clearer. At this moment, a big hand pushed the door shut forcefully. The next moment, Yan Sikong's waist was hugged horizontally by a strong arm and he was tightly pulled into the embrace from behind.

Yan Sikong froze.

This silent movement, these strong arms, this broad chest, for the first time he realized so clearly that Chen Yi had really grown up.

After being stunned for a moment, Yan Sikong turned around and was about to push Chen Yi away, but Chen Yi trapped him between his body and the door, lowered his head and stared into his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Sir, even if I shouldn't think about it now, I won't allow you to treat my feelings as novelty or drunken nonsense."

Yan Sikong said coldly: "Your Highness has grown up. There are some things that I cannot explain clearly. Don't you think Your Highness still doesn't understand?"

"I understand." Chen Yu lowered his head slightly, his face almost touching Yan Sikong's. "Don't worry, sir. I have never given up my obsession with the throne. It was originally mine. I also understand that I am not worthy of saying these words to you now, but if I become the emperor, everything you have will be mine, right?"

Yan Sikong frowned.

"Is that right?" Chen Yu stared into Yan Sikong's eyes, his gaze was deep and sharp, and contained a shocking power.

"……right."

Chen Yiqian curled the corners of his lips: "Then sir, are you still willing to help me rule the world?"

“This is my mission.”

"Very good." Chen Yi's hand gently stroked Yan Sikong's jade-like cheeks, "I will listen to you, sir. If you want me to cooperate with the Wolf King, I will cooperate with him, even if I am jealous of him and want to kill him..." The murderous look on his face was fleeting, "but you have to stay with me, I will not give you to anyone else."

Yan Sikong pushed Chen Yu away and straightened his clothes: "When Your Highness needs me, I will stay by Your Highness' side to assist you."

Chen Yu narrowed his eyes: "Sir, you said that you and the Wolf King were just playing around, so you won't let your emotions get the better of you, right?"

"will not."

"Then I'll feel relieved." Chen Yu took Yan Sikong's hand and said softly, "One day when I ascend the Golden Luan throne, I want you to share the world with me. I want your name to be passed down to future generations along with me."

"I dare not share power with Your Highness. I only hope to assist the wise monarch and restore the peace and prosperity of our Great Sheng." After saying this, Yan Sikong pushed open the door and left without hesitation.

He strode in the cold winter night, all alone. Compared with the vastness of the world, he seemed so small. His face was gloomy, and his chest was filled with overwhelming restlessness and anger.

He originally thought that Chen Yi would be an easy-to-control chess piece, but now it seems that Chen Yi's feelings for him alone are a big trouble. He never wanted to get involved in useless love affairs that would hold him back, but he was helplessly trapped by love. Feng Ye had already taught him a lesson, and he would never let Chen Yi ruin his plans again!

Unfortunately, there is no better candidate than Chen Yu now...

He just felt a ball of anger accumulated in his heart, and he couldn't help but kick the handrail away.