More than a month had passed since the Battle of Taiyuan, and neither side had taken any major action, except training soldiers and feeding the people.

For Shen Hexuan, their biggest advantage and reliance is Taiyuan City. Everyone knows that the elite cavalry of the Feng Family Army, the Feng Wolf Cavalry, are brave and good at fighting. Each of them can fight ten enemies at a time. They are the only cavalry in the Central Plains that can compete with the terrifying Mongolian cavalry. In a war, one must avoid the sharp edge. No one wants to confront the Feng Wolf Cavalry head-on. Therefore, as long as the Feng Family Army does not reveal its weaknesses, Taiyuan will never send troops. Defending is the greatest victory.

As for the Feng family army, what they hoped most was naturally to lure the Taiyuan army out of the city for a battle. Unfortunately, after experiencing Luo Ruoxin's ambush and Shen Hexuan sitting in Taiyuan, it was extremely difficult to get the Taiyuan army out of the city.

Yan Sikong racked his brains for many days but could not come up with any good ideas. In addition, he had been unable to sleep at night recently, and his brain was not working well.

It was not easy to heal injuries in the middle of summer. Feng Ye's wound was healing and he felt itchy from time to time. He would unconsciously scratch it in the middle of the night. Yan Sikong had no choice but to hold his hand all night and wake up immediately at the first sign of movement to stop Feng Ye from scratching the wound in his sleep. This happened many times throughout the night and he could not sleep well at all.

Feng Ye didn't understand why. Seeing Yan Sikong becoming increasingly haggard, he thought it was because he was busy with work and had started to take care of military affairs even though his injury had not yet healed.

In fact, all matters after the defeat had been dealt with. The city was calm and peaceful, and there was nothing worth worrying about. It was just that morale was low and they no longer had the ambition they had when they set out on the expedition.

Seeing that there had been no movement in Taiyuan for a month, Feng Ye stopped pretending to be seriously ill. After he was able to get out of bed, he went out for a walk every day, inspected the camps, and reassured the soldiers.

Just when the two of them could not think of a good strategy to deal with the enemy and saw that their morale was no longer what it used to be, Yuan Nanyu proudly brought them good news. He led his troops to attack at lightning speed and successively conquered Pingliang and Fengxiang.

Upon hearing the good news, Feng Ye was extremely happy and praised Yuan Nanyu repeatedly.

Yan Sikong also felt that the depression in his heart was relieved a little, as if the dark cloud of defeat hanging over Yanzhou had dissipated a little: "General Que is really capable. His two victories are of great significance." Thinking about how the naughty and playful boy has grown into such a powerful general, he was filled with emotion. If Yuan Mao knew about this, he would definitely be very pleased.

Feng Ye laughed loudly and said, "Yes, he is worthy of being my good brother, my..." He paused for a moment, glanced at Yan Sikong, and swallowed the words back. He said with emotion, "Back then... he took me away from the capital, avoiding the pursuit of officials and soldiers all the way. Although my uncle brought me 2,000 Feng family soldiers, he is the one who has been with me since the beginning. Over the years, he has never let me down."

Yan Sikong felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, but he shook off his unhappiness and said, "Now the roads around Taiyuan are almost all under our control. We can cut off his food supply at any time."

"But Taiyuan must have enough food. If they can eat enough for one or two years, we won't be able to keep the siege going for that long."

"The army has enough food and fodder to last for half a year. This year is a bad year, and the autumn harvest is not very good. I estimate that it will be enough to last until the New Year, but it is hard to say after that."

"So we only have about half a year." Feng Ye said solemnly, "If we fail to capture Taiyuan in half a year, the army will have to withdraw to Datong."

Yan Sikong tapped the table silently: "There must be a way."

At this time, the guard came to report: "Wolf King, that..." He glanced at Feng Ye, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Feng Ye frowned: "Why are you hesitating?"

"…Mrs. Sarin has arrived."

"Who?" Feng Ye asked puzzledly.

Yan Sikong was startled. He lowered his head and took a sip of tea to disguise his emotion, but the hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

"Madam Sarin," the guard repeated.

Feng Ye realized that it was Nada Khan's daughter, his concubine. He had almost forgotten about her.

Feng Ye was furious for a moment: "Who sent her here!" But this question was really unnecessary. Apart from Feng Changyue, who else would dare to send his concubine to Yanzhou without discussing it with him? Apart from Feng Changyue, who else would be so anxious to let him have children?

The guards knelt on the ground, not daring to say a word.

Yan Sikong put down his teacup and whispered, "Now that they are here, we can't send them back. You also promised to make them a general."

Feng Ye said with a sullen face: "Bring her in."

After a while, the guards led a woman in Mongolian costume in. She had thick eyebrows, almond eyes, a straight nose, thick lips, deep and beautiful facial features, and her shiny black hair was tied in a complicated braid. She was tall with a plump chest and a slim waist, and exuded a wild and bold beauty. Compared with the women in the Central Plains, she was full of strong exotic charm.

Yan Sikong sighed in his heart, what a gorgeous and heroic beauty.

She was Sarin, the daughter of Nada, a great man of the Chahar tribe. She looked around curiously, her eyes bold and unbridled, and finally landed on Feng Ye. She raised her eyebrows and said, "You are the Wolf King."

Feng Ye looked at her expressionlessly.

Sarin paced in the room and looked at Yan Sikong again: "You are Lord Yan."

Yan Sikong stood up and bowed: "I have met Madam Sarin."

Sarin shrugged and looked at Feng Ye again: "Why isn't the Wolf King talking? Do you think I'm too beautiful?"

Yan Sikong whispered, "Madam, the Wolf King is your husband, you can't be so rude."

Sarin snorted, "He is my husband, my man. It is not your turn to interfere with how I talk to my man."

Yan Sikong bowed: "Yes."

Feng Ye stood up and said, "Since you are married to me as my concubine, you must follow the Han etiquette and change your clothes and headdress."

Sarin smiled and said, "You have been looking at Central Plains women all your life. Aren't you tired of it? I don't want to change."

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes.

Yan Sikong said, "Wolf King, Madam has just arrived here and has not yet adapted to the local climate. It would be better to let Madam follow the customs of her hometown for the time being and slowly adapt. Besides, Madam's dress is different from that of women in the Central Plains. It is not only bright and beautiful, but also can let the soldiers see the friendship between the Chahar tribe and Datong."

Feng Ye said indifferently: "Okay, whatever you want."

Sarin looked at Feng Ye boldly, without any shyness or reserve of a Chinese woman. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Wolf King."

Feng Ye ordered: "Settle the Madam down in the city."

"The Wolf King is in the camp outside the city, why did you ask me to go into the city?" asked Sarin.

"The military has military regulations. Women are not allowed in the camp."

"I am not an ordinary woman, and this camp is not an isolated camp." Salen raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Even the soldiers can go to the city to have fun. The Wolf King is young and energetic. Could it be that he wants to be pure and abstinent?" She glanced at Yan Sikong and pretended to be enlightened. "Oh, I forgot, the Wolf King is in the camp, with Lord Yan accompanying him, what kind of woman does he need?"

Yan Sikong stood aside quietly.

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes and said, "Just stay in Yanzhou. You don't have to ask me to say it for the third time."

Saren smiled coldly: "Okay, then I...oh, then I'll take my leave." She smiled at Yan Sikong, turned around and walked away elegantly.

After Sarin and the guards left, the account fell into silence.

Yan Sikong hesitated for a moment and said, "This girl is beautiful, but her personality is too unbridled and aggressive. We should find someone to teach her Chinese etiquette... and how to serve her husband."

Feng Ye's face was gloomy: "No need, just let her stay in Yanzhou. If she dares to cause any trouble for me, I will send her back to Datong."

Yan Sikong didn't say anything.

Feng Ye looked at him: "She just humiliated you, are you angry?"

Yan Sikong smiled and said, "How can I be on the same level as a woman?"

"Well, don't worry about her." Feng Ye said, "Let's continue discussing business."

Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Feng Ye frowned: "What else do you want to say?"

Yan Sikong felt upset, and he wanted to ask Feng Ye when he planned to leave an heir for the Feng family. As the only son of the Feng family, it was impossible for him to let the Feng family bloodline be cut off. Sooner or later, he would have a perfect relationship with a woman and let her give birth to a child with his own bloodline.

Yan Sikong didn't want to think about his own thoughts, because his thoughts were not important. What was important was that Feng Ye could not be childless, and the Feng family army could not be without successors.

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said, "If you don't plan to be with your wife... General Feng is probably looking forward to it day and night."

Feng Ye said coldly: "Why, do you really want me to sleep with her?"

"……no."

"What is that?"

Yan Sikong whispered, "Feng Ye, I hope your Feng family will prosper."

Feng Ye was silent for a while: "It would be better if you were a woman."

Yan Sikong smiled bitterly.

Feng Ye looked deeply at Yan Sikong and said, "I'll tell you the truth. My father's death has not been avenged yet, and I don't want to have any offspring now. If I win, I can pass on this bloodline. If I lose, it will be a great sin to exterminate all nine clans, so what's the point of talking about incense?"

"...The Wolf King is very thoughtful."

Feng Ye took a long breath, sat in the chair, gently covered the wound, and gasped.

Yan Sikong hurried over and asked nervously, "Why, does the wound hurt again? Do you want to call a doctor?"

"I was mad at my uncle." Feng Ye glanced at him, "And that woman, and you."

"I……"

"I don't allow you to mention this to me again, no matter what your intentions are." Feng Ye said in a tone that did not allow for argument, "whether you feel guilty about Xi'er or you want to test me."

"yes."