The imperial censor knelt down in panic and shouted, "Great Khan, you cannot listen to these slanderous words. You cannot!"

Nadahan looked at the head rolling down at his feet. Ren Zhuo's eyes widened with fear. He looked around the tent. It would be easy to kill Yan Sikong and the other two, but...

Nada Khan said in a deep voice: "Let me think about this matter. Capture these two people first."

"No need." Yan Sikong took out a document from his arms, "Great Khan, this is the document drafted by the Wolf King himself for trade with Chahar. If the Great Khan is unwilling to sign it, just kill us directly."

"You dare to force me?" Nadahan gritted his teeth.

"The heads of both of us are in the Khan's hands, how dare we force him? I only hope that the Khan will think carefully. The tribute documents have become nothing. Even if the Khan is determined to sign an alliance with the court, it will take a month for the new documents to return to Chahar." Yan Sikong's voice was not loud, but sonorous and powerful. "But Datong is only three days away from here. If a war breaks out here, the court will never send troops to help. It will only take the opportunity to seize Qianzhou and will not care about Chahar's life or death."

Nadahan took a breath.

Yan Sikong continued, "Why don't you take a look at the terms of the trade before making a decision?"

Nadahan hesitated for a moment and waved his hands.

The guard took the document from Yan Sikong and handed it over.

Nada Khan scanned the words on the document and gradually calmed down. It was just as Yan Sikong said, he would not suffer any loss. The most important thing was that if he did not form an alliance with the court, the court would not waste troops to fight him. But if he did not form an alliance with Datong, the Wolf King would most likely send troops to resolve future troubles.

The death of Ren Zhuo and the burning of the tribute documents forced Nada Khan into a corner.

Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes and said gently, "Khan, there is no need to hesitate any longer."

Tuerku mustered up his courage and whispered, "Great Khan, I think the Wolf King is better than the imperial court. Tribute is only given once a year, and we have to wait for several months. Once the trade opens, we can..."

"Shut up." Nada Khan glared at Turku.

Turku fell silent immediately.

Nada Khan shook the document and said in a rough voice: "This document only has Chinese characters, no Mongolian characters, it is not valid."

"It was my negligence." Yan Sikong smiled and said, "I will send someone to return to Datong as soon as possible to provide a Mongolian document. It won't take more than two or three days."

Nada Khan stared at Yan Sikong for a long while, and finally, he let out a long sigh.

——

Yan Sikong and Feng Ye returned to the tent and after sending everyone away, Yan Sikong, who had been tense all the time, felt as if something was pulled out of his body and his legs began to go limp.

Feng Ye quickly hugged him and whispered, "What? Are you scared?"

Yan Sikong looked at him: "Aren't you afraid?" His back was soaked with sweat, his hair was wet, and his face was pale. He tightly grasped Feng Ye's hard arm and gave all the weight of his body to Feng Ye to gain inner peace.

He and Feng Ye had just been through the gates of hell. If they hadn't been able to subdue Nada Khan, they would have probably been killed along with Ren Zhuo. He had already prepared for his fate, but when he thought that Feng Ye might die with him in the enemy's camp, and all his passion and ambitions would be shattered into dust, he trembled with fear.

Feng Ye helped him sit on the couch, took off the mask with his hands, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his face. He said, "I am also very nervous, but I know the Mongols better than you. They look down on the Han people who bow and salute all the time and talk about etiquette, music and morality. They admire brave and fearless warriors. What you and I did today made them feel that the Wolf King is different from other Han people. Since Chahar is inferior to whomever they make an alliance with, then they will feel better if they make an alliance with the Wolf King."

Yan Sikong gradually calmed down. He smiled faintly: "You are praising yourself."

Feng Ye curled his lips and said arrogantly, "Don't I deserve praise? If I hadn't been so bold as to use this plan, this trip would have been a one-way trip. They had already signed the document before we came. It was clearly a trap set for us to fall into."

Yan Sikong bowed and said, "The Wolf King is very resourceful. I admire him." He said this sincerely. He really admired Feng Ye's courage, carefulness, and decisiveness. This wisdom, courage, and courage were forged in the battlefield full of unexpected events. Although the two of them always had very different strategies, one was conservative and the other was radical, they were able to work together and complement each other in the end. It must be said that this was probably destined.

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong steadily, with a bright light in his eyes: "However, it is also thanks to your quick wit that you forced Nada Khan to sign the document step by step." If it weren't for Yan Sikong's previous painstaking efforts and today's quick actions, killing an envoy would be of no avail.

Yan Sikong also looked back at Feng Ye without blinking.

Both of them felt an indescribable throbbing in their hearts. They couldn't help but recall why they had loved each other so deeply many years ago. It was not only because of their status and looks, but also because of their astonishing and impressive wisdom and courage.

They couldn't help but slowly move closer, and finally their four lips touched lightly. Feng Ye held Yan Sikong tightly in his arms, kissing those warm and soft lips passionately. Yan Sikong responded for the first time since their reunion. He hugged Feng Ye's neck, carefully accepting this tight kiss from the bottom of his heart, and even took the initiative to stick out his tongue to entangle Feng Ye's.

It was not a kiss of lust, nor was it a kiss of predation or demand. It was simply a kiss, a kiss that they both found irresistible.

The two of them kissed passionately for a long time, as if silently confessing the longing and desire buried deep in their hearts, the longing and desire for spiritual connection and mutual love.

It was not until they heard footsteps outside the tent that they separated as if waking from a dream.

A flash of panic flashed across Feng Ye's eyes, and Yan Sikong also felt his cheeks getting hot.

They quickly adjusted their appearance, and Feng Ye put his mask back on.

The person who came to see them was Turku. He was even more enthusiastic than when they were drinking and chatting happily that night, and even more flattering. After all, Chahar had formed an alliance with the Wolf King, and the huge wealth of the Hetao trade in the future would depend on the Wolf King.

Yan Sikong drafted a Mongolian document on the spot and ordered someone to send it back to Datong as quickly as possible, and then return to Chahar after stamping it. Although this thing was actually unnecessary, since he had used it to accuse Ren Zhuo, he had to do the same.

Nada Khan obeyed their request, killed the historian and clerk in the tent that day, and released the rest of the envoys back to the capital to avoid angering the court. But the people in the tent could not be kept because they witnessed everything. Although the truth of that day had already spread, they could not release those who had witnessed it with their own eyes and had real evidence back to the court.

However, once the imperial court receives the news of the alliance between Nada Khan and the Wolf King, it will be furious and will need to punish those involved, otherwise it will be difficult to quell the public anger.

Yan Sikong knew that his mansion could not be saved. Wanyang and the little princess might be taken back to the palace. The servants in the mansion were all rewards from the emperor or the princess's marriage, so they did not have to be buried with him. Only Ali was in danger, but according to calculations, She Zhun should have secretly sent Ali away.

A few days later, the Mongolian documents sent by Datong arrived in Chahar. Since the two sides had already formed an alliance, Nada Khan changed his previous arrogance and became warm and friendly to them. He held banquets to celebrate almost every night, with the same tents, the same wine, dance and music. It was as if the "Hongmen Banquet" that day had never happened. No one mentioned it again. The only thing left at the banquet was the laughter of the people.

However, there was also someone who had a stern face from beginning to end. He was Wu Lu, who had half of his teeth broken by Feng Ye's kick.

Yan Sikong knew why Feng Ye kicked Wu Lu squarely in the mouth. After following Yan Sikong's gaze and seeing Wu Lu's face full of resentment, Feng Ye whispered in his ear, "If I find the chance, I will cut off his tongue."

Yan Sikong suppressed his smile and whispered, "No need, he is insignificant to me."

——

Feng Ye and Yan Sikong returned to Datong in triumph with the return gifts from Nada Khan. Not long after they left, Feng Changyue and Yuan Nanyu concealed the fact very well, so no one noticed that their Wolf King was not actually in Datong at all.

As soon as Feng Ye returned home, he summoned Feng Changyue and other trusted generals to a meeting. Although it was called a meeting, he first served wine and food and celebrated vigorously.

During the banquet, the half-drunk Yuan Nanyu hugged Yan Sikong and said with a big tongue: "You, you guys are really amazing. I was sweating when I heard it."

Yan Sikong laughed and said, "You were sweating? I was sweating all over at that time."

Yuan Nanyu laughed out loud.

Yan Sikong was relieved and drank to his heart's content. He finally helped Feng Ye clear the last obstacle on the road to the Central Plains. What was waiting for them next was the real battle.

With hazy eyes, he inadvertently glanced at Feng Ye who was drinking with someone. His unbridled and ostentatious look overlapped with the high-spirited young master of those days. He was probably more dazzling than the sun hanging high in the sky. The stronger the wine, the more drunk he became...