Feng Ye stroked his back with his hand and said in an unhappy tone, "Why are you so thin? Doesn't Chen Yi give you food?"

"The journey is tiring."

Feng Hun walked over, wagging his tail leisurely, and bumped their waists with his head.

Feng Ye let go of Yan Sikong, and Yan Sikong touched Feng Hun's head, "Hun'er, you seem to have gained weight again."

"The weather is getting colder, and it's starting to grow fur." ​​Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong intently, "Why did you come back now? I urged you to come back a long time ago."

"The court sent Huo Li and Duke Xu to Yunnan. Didn't you hear about it? I will naturally stay and keep an eye on Chen Yi to prevent him from making any moves."

"I heard that it was your idea to use sky lanterns to destroy Duzhan."

"Yes." Yan Sikong's mind suddenly flew back to several years ago. He remembered the Mid-Autumn Festival night when he and Feng Ye had released sky lanterns together. Thinking of the wishes they made, he felt a little dazed for a moment.

"You recruited tens of thousands of soldiers for him and helped him transform from a deposed prince into a real local lord. Now, can he do as you wish and obey your orders?" Feng Ye's tone was very cold when mentioning Chen Yi.

Yan Sikong pondered for a moment and replied, "He is already twenty years old and has his own ideas. He is not as easy to control as he was when he was young. Although he listens to me now, it is mostly because he has no one to rely on except me, so I can't let him become too powerful. Among his conspirators, I have placed all people I selected, and many of the soldiers in the camp have also been bribed by Quewang. After all, he is an individual, I dare not say that I can completely control him, but at least he is still under control now."

"The imperial court is going to gather 200,000 troops to suppress the rebellion. Have you heard about this?"

Yan Sikong nodded: "When the time comes, he will definitely ask me for help, and that will be the time for us to send troops." He then asked, "As for Chahar..."

"I have my own way."

"What can we do?"

Feng Ye put his hands behind his back and said, "We are talking about Chen Yi, why are you talking about something else?"

Yan Sikong frowned: "Aren't we talking about serious matters?"

"Chen Yu took a concubine who looks like you. Is this considered a serious matter?"

Yan Sikong was not surprised. Feng Ye had sent thirteen people to follow him. Except for Wu Liuqi, who was his servant, the others were his trusted elite soldiers. Even if Yuan Nanyu had not said this, there must be someone who was spying on Feng Ye. Yan Sikong said calmly, "It doesn't count."

"Not really?" Feng Ye narrowed his deep eyes, looking intimidating without being angry, "Don't tell me that when he was fucking a woman who looked like you in bed, he was thinking of your teacher-student relationship."

Yan Sikong thought that after being separated for more than half a year, they had calmed down long enough and could at least talk to each other calmly, just like... just now. It turned out that he was just daydreaming.

Seeing Yan Sikong remained silent, Feng Ye's suppressed emotions began to surge in his chest, as if they were about to break through the shackles of flesh and blood. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Chen Yi, do you have feelings for me? If you dare to lie to me, I will watch him die instead of sending a single soldier."

Yan Sikong lowered her long eyelashes and said calmly, "Yes."

Feng Ye's face was fierce, as if someone had stepped into his territory. He might burst out at any time and bite the intruder to death. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "When we hunted in spring that year, I noticed that he had a different attitude towards you. I thought I was just being suspicious. If I didn't know, were you going to keep it a secret from me, just like everything before?"

Yan Sikong raised his head and looked at Feng Ye: "What can I do if I tell you?"

"How?" Feng Ye's eyes were like torches. "You want me to risk my own family lineage and eternal infamy by rebelling, forcing the emperor to abdicate, putting Chen Yu on the throne, and then handing over the country and you to him?!"

Yan Sikong's face suddenly lost all color: "You know in your heart that everything I did was to allow you to control the emperor and the other nobles! Why, are you going to accuse me of a new crime? Even if it hasn't happened yet?"

Feng Ye's lips trembled but he didn't say anything.

Yan Sikong said hoarsely, "Since we are talking about the Spring Hunt, the Wolf King is in Datong, with spies all over the country and well-informed. I believe you have heard that Xie Zhongren confessed in the imperial prison that he framed Prince Jingyuan. If you haven't heard it, I still have the secret report from She Zhun. Without mentioning anything else, can I clear my name in this matter?"

Feng Ye's expression was slightly touched, and he said, "I already know."

"Although I didn't do this, I still deceived you, used you, married Princess Wanyang, and impersonated your Yan Sikong, so whatever I said and did might be up to something, right?" Yan Sikong said aggressively.

Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong, hesitated for a while, and said stiffly: "Yes."

Yan Sikong smiled bitterly: "In this case, it's no wonder that the Wolf King is suspicious of me, and the Wolf King shouldn't blame me for not wanting to come back."

This sentence made Feng Ye furious: "You are willing to stay with Chen Yu, right?"

Yan Sikong did not respond. Although he was sad and angry, he was still rational. He never wanted to take the initiative to provoke Feng Ye, but he could not extinguish the malice that Feng Ye had been simmering in the air.

In Feng Ye's eyes, everything he did was wrong.

Feng Ye grabbed his wrist and said coldly: "Whether you are willing or not, you have to come back. You are mine. Do you know how much I wanted to kill Chen Yu when I heard about that concubine?"

Yan Sikong said in a deep voice: "He never overstepped his authority."

"I don't allow anyone in this world to miss me, even if it's just a thought." Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong's tired face, "What did he say to you, what did he do?"

Yan Sikong said calmly: "I said, he never overstepped his bounds, it was just a young man's yearning, don't take it seriously."

"Young man's longing?" Feng Ye sneered, "I also had a young man's longing for you back then, but what happened? Even if you have the ability to charm people, you are such a shameless person. If you can submit to me for the power of the Feng family, won't you serve him for power?"

Yan Sikong felt a sharp pain in his chest. He tried hard to keep his expression from collapsing, but he couldn't help but his eyes turned red instantly. He stared at Feng Ye in silence, humiliation and sadness tormenting his mind at the same time.

Feng Ye froze when he saw Yan Sikong's aggrieved expression and the pain in his eyes.

Yan Sikong trembled and said, "Feng Ye, I have let many people down in my life, especially myself, but I have done you the most justice. If you can't trust me at all, why bother keeping me alive to torture each other? It's better to kill me."

Yan Sikong's gray, lifeless eyes pierced Feng Ye's heart like a sword. He could no longer look into eyes like that. He told himself countless times not to trust this person, but he couldn't help but be moved. He turned his eyes away stiffly: "I... I want you to tell me in person that there is nothing between you and Chen Yi."

"You don't believe a word I say, so what's the point of me saying it?" Yan Sikong said sarcastically, "Why do you have to deceive yourself?"

"You..." Feng Ye's spy secretly kept an eye on Yan Sikong. He knew they were innocent, but he couldn't stop his jealousy. Yan Sikong's pale face made him feel uncomfortable. He took a deep breath, calmed down, and said in a deep voice, "I misunderstood you about my father's matter. I wanted to be nicer to you. As you said, we want to work together to conquer the world. Why did you have to provoke Chen Mi?"

"If I could win people's hearts, why would I have put myself in this situation?" Yan Sikong looked ahead blankly, "Now Chen Yi is still under control. It's up to the Wolf King to use him or not." Having said that, he turned around and was about to leave.

Feng Ye grabbed him, held him in his arms, and whispered, "Who allowed you to leave?"

Yan Sikong was silent.

Feng Ye put his face against Yan Sikong's cold cheek: "As long as you don't look for Chen Yu anymore and stay devoted to me, I can stop talking about the past."

"...Thank you, Wolf King, for your gift."

Feng Ye tightened his arms, as if afraid that he would disappear: "I no longer care who you are. I just want you to smile at me like before."

Yan Sikong said softly: "We can't go back to the past."

"I don't want the past where you played me around, because I'm no longer the pretentious Prince Jingyuan. I want you to submit to me completely. I want you to belong to me from body to mind, from inside to outside, every hair and every hair." Feng Ye whispered in Yan Sikong's ear, his voice filled with surging ambition, "Do you know what humiliated me the most back then? You abandoned me because I couldn't give you what you wanted. But now I'm the King of the Northwest. I can immediately mobilize 200,000 troops. I want to conquer the Central Plains and dominate the world. I want you to no longer rely on anyone except me."

Yan Sikong felt that he was restrained by a huge force. He dared not move, and even could not make a sound. It seemed that the person holding him was not a person, but some kind of dominant power that made him tremble violently.

"As for Chen Yi, he'd better not dare to overstep his authority. He'd better keep his thoughts to himself forever, otherwise I will kill him!" Feng Ye bared his fangs. "Xi'er is my cousin. Out of consideration for our brother-sister relationship, I allow her to give birth to an heir to your Yan family, but other than that, you can only be mine."

Yan Sikong closed his eyes. He didn't know whether Feng Ye's terrible obsession still had a trace of love or was just for revenge.

Feng Ye said softly, "Go wash up. I'll wait for you to eat. From now on, you will live in the palace."