A few days after the messenger was sent to Datong, General Feng's reply arrived. The military situation was urgent and no one dared to delay even a little.

When Feng Ye received the letter, he couldn't wait to open it. At first he looked pleased, but as he read further, his expression became uglier.

"What's going on? Has something happened in Datong?" Yan Sikong's heart tightened. He quickly snatched the letter from Feng Ye's hand, quickly scanned it, and fell silent.

Feng Changyue agreed to transfer 20,000 troops and also provided a batch of grain and fodder. Datong was peaceful, the Hetao trade was booming, and a large number of people returned to the area to farm and raise livestock. It was expected that there would be a bumper harvest of grains in the autumn harvest season. The first half of the letter was all good news, and the second half should have been good news in the eyes of others, but it was not what the two wanted to see.

Feng Changyue said in the letter that the imperial court had been secretly in contact with Nada Khan and had sent valuable gifts to several of Nada Khan's wives, concubines and generals in an attempt to incite Nada Khan to rebel. In order to appease Nada Khan, the two sides discussed giving Nada Khan's only daughter to Feng Ye to form an alliance between Qin and Jin. However, since the daughter had been married but her husband died young, she did not seek to be his legal wife.

Putting aside personal feelings, this move was impeccable. Although Nada Khan was just a tribal Khan, Feng Ye was openly a rebel. If Nada Khan's daughter had not been remarried, it would not have been excessive to marry her openly. Now that she was willing to be Feng Ye's concubine, it showed Nada Khan's sincerity. After the engagement, the relationship between Chahar and Datong was truly stable.

Of course, Feng Changyue's "contribution" must have also been part of this. He had argued with Feng Ye more than once over the matter of Feng Ye marrying a wife and taking a concubine. This was a golden opportunity given by heaven. According to what was said in the letter, he had already made the decision for Feng Ye. How could he just send away the daughter of Nada Khan so easily?

Feng Ye sat in the chair with a gloomy face. He looked at Yan Sikong without saying a word.

Yan Sikong put down the letter, and his heart seemed to be blocked by something. Every breath he took was extremely bitter, but he didn't want to show it on his face. He took a deep breath and said, "...General Feng is your uncle, so even if he arranges a marriage for you, it is not wrong."

Feng Ye's expression turned cold: "Is this what you wanted to say?"

"If this can help consolidate the relationship between Datong and Chahar, it will be a win-win situation."

With a loud bang, Feng Ye slammed the table with his palm, "I want to take a barbarian woman as my concubine, is this what you want to say?!"

Yan Sikong turned to Feng Ye and looked him straight in the eye: "What does the Wolf King want me to say?"

Feng Ye bit his lower lip and said, "I asked you a question, and you threw a question at me. You love to be evasive in this way to hide yourself. Do you dare to speak frankly about what is in your mind?"

"What I was thinking in my heart was..." Yan Sikong shook the letter in his hand, "Appoint the general and kill two birds with one stone. What a good plan."

Feng Ye stood up, his face full of frost, and approached Yan Sikong step by step: "So it doesn't matter to you if I marry a wife or a concubine, right?"

Yan Sikong blinked, but quietly turned away from Feng Ye's gaze. He said calmly, "I...what can I say? You want to marry a wife and concubines, and you want to continue the Feng family's incense. It's all natural."

"What a natural thing." Feng Ye said coldly, "It's just as natural as you marrying a wife and having children. It's a pity that Xi'er didn't give you a son. Anyway, you can't go back to Beijing now. Do you want to take in a few concubines here to leave descendants for your Yan family?"

Yan Sikong was uneasy: "Now you are the one who wants to take a concubine, why are you mocking me?"

Feng Ye clenched his fists and did not answer.

Yan Sikong suppressed the anger boiling in his chest: "What do you want me to do? Forbid you to take concubines, and for you to return Nada Khan's daughter intact? You know it's impossible, and you know that Datong must not be in chaos in the current situation. Just marrying a woman..."

"Yes, it's just to marry a woman." The veins on Feng Ye's forehead floated under his skin, showing his anger. "In your heart, as long as you can achieve your goal, you can give up everything and sacrifice everything. After all, you have risen to prominence relying on Wanyang. Even if I marry three wives and four concubines, if I can exchange them for troops and allies, you will be happier than anyone else!"

"Nonsense!" Yan Sikong couldn't help yelling. His eyes were red, and he pointed at Feng Ye, pointing hard: "Feng Ye, you are the one who has to take a concubine now, no matter if it is General Feng who forces you, no matter if you are forced by the situation, you have to take a concubine. Why are you angry, do you think I don't care? What do I care about? I married Wan Yang, it's like I owe you a lifetime, even if the marriage was arranged by the teacher and the emperor, even if Xie Zhongren would deal with me if I don't marry her, but in the future, if you Feng Ye marry a wife, take a concubine, and have children, and I, Yan Sikong, dare to say a word, you will use this matter to crush me to death!"

Feng Ye was stunned.

Yan Sikong trembled all over, "Am I wrong? I said you should take a concubine, and you thought I was scheming. If I said you shouldn't take a concubine, you would definitely question me about Wan Yang. Whatever I say or do, I will be guilty in your eyes!"

Feng Ye's face was stiff: "You married Wan Yang, you really owe me a lifetime. I was willing to remain single for the rest of my life because of you, but you are still thinking about everything that the Imperial Princess can bring you."

Yan Sikong suppressed his heartache and forced a smile: "Feng Ye, you and I are like this now, even if it's unclear, at least we are working together, which is beneficial to both of us. Why are you still digging up this old account? Even if you go over it a thousand times, ten thousand times, nothing will change. Why bother? Why bother?"

He knew that the gap between him and Feng Ye would never be filled, just like a trap set by a hunter, with only a thin layer of soil on the surface to make it look peaceful, but if he took a wrong step, he could fall into the pit at any time. So not thinking about it, not mentioning it, not asking about it, was actually the best state between them, so that at least they could work together on the right things.

Under such a peaceful appearance, as long as no one exposes the trap and no one uncovers the deep pit, then at least he can draw warmth from the countless nights he spends sleeping in Feng Ye's arms.

That was all he hoped for.

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong, the emotions in his eyes were complex and changeable, difficult to describe. In the end, they all turned into indifference, as indifferent as stagnant water. He whispered: "Yes, there is no need."

Yan Sikong's lips trembled, but he couldn't speak.

Feng Ye took the letter from him and said, "I will take Nada Khan's daughter as my concubine. As the last blood of the Feng family, I must continue the family line..." He lowered his head and leaned close to Yan Sikong's ear, "One day, I will marry a woman of noble status and prominent family background. What do you think?"

Yan Sikong closed his eyes, feeling hopeless. He listened to himself saying calmly, "Okay."

Feng Ye turned around and walked away without looking back.

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That night, Fengye did not return from patrolling the camp until midnight.

Yan Sikong was lying on the couch, pretending to be asleep, but actually he had been awake for half the night. He didn't know why, but in his confused mind, he was not thinking about the wild woman who was about to marry Feng Ye, nor the princess who might marry in the future, but... but whether Feng Ye called him "Kong'er" on the night of the celebration, whether he really did so or it was just an illusion.

He didn't know why he cared so much, but no matter how hard he thought about it, he would not ask Feng Ye.

His side sank, and Yan Sikong felt Feng Ye's breath.

"You didn't sleep, stop pretending."

Yan Sikong opened his eyes and turned over.

Feng Ye sat on the couch, looking down at him, with no unnecessary expression on his face: "Take off your clothes."

Yan Sikong froze.

Feng Ye bent down, and placed his strong arms on both sides of Yan Sikong, with incomprehensible emotions hidden in his deep eyes: "I said, take off your clothes."

Yan Sikong hesitated for a moment, then unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her fair chest to Feng Ye.

Feng Ye lowered his head and kissed Yan Sikong's lips gently: "I heard that the wild girl is bold and unrestrained. I wonder if she has a different charm compared to you."

Yan Sikong's eyes darkened.

Feng Ye caressed his delicate skin frivolously: "Don't worry, even if I take a concubine, I won't neglect you. Prince Consort Yan's power in bed is unmatched by others." He licked his lips, "It will also make people ask endless questions."

Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye without blinking, his eyes were fierce. It turned out that such humiliation could not shake his heart at all.

"Yes, especially this kind of look." Feng Ye stroked Yan Sikong's eyebrows with his fingertips, "No matter what kind of proud girl, it is not as interesting as taming you. After all, you... are the most greedy water spirit in the world. If I can't feed you with power, you will turn to others at any time, right?"

Yan Sikong smiled coldly: "Should I say you underestimate me or overestimate me?"

"I just see through you." Feng Ye's hand went down, wantonly caressing this body that belonged only to him and that he would never give to anyone else. "I know what kind of person you are, but I still want you. Whether it's your talent or your body, it can only be mine."

Yan Sikong was silent for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Feng Ye's neck and said calmly, "Come and fuck me."

Feng Ye's blood surged, his eyes flashed with a beastly light, and he completely tore off Yan Sikong's clothes.

Only in such a state of madness and indulgence could Yan Sikong temporarily forget everything and think that the person who was doing intimate things with him was truly his closest person.