Yan Sikong opened the letter tremblingly, but before he could read it, the study door was pushed open with a loud bang.

Yan Sikong and Feng Ye looked at each other and froze on the spot, holding Feng Changyue's letter in his hand and a pile of correspondence and documents beside him that he had not yet sorted out.

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes dangerously: "What are you looking for?"

Yan Sikong's chest rose and fell heavily. He had experienced countless storms in his life, but now he calmed down. He said in a calm tone, "Close the door."

Upon hearing this, Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong for a while, then kicked the door shut.

Yan Sikong placed the letter on the table: "I'm looking for the correspondence between General Feng and you."

"Why?" Feng Ye said coldly, "You'd better have a reasonable explanation."

"Guess why."

Feng Ye glanced out the window. Although he couldn't see the large rosewood gift boxes here, he was looking in the direction of the front yard: "Is it related to those gifts?"

"Do you know what General Feng sent?"

"I haven't had time to see it yet." Feng Ye said expressionlessly.

"Dragon, phoenix and peony quilt, gold-engraved cloud dragon sea water pitcher, golden joy double dragon cup." Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye's eyes, "Also, the Pearl of the South China Sea."

There was no emotion on Feng Ye's face, as if what he heard was not a gift list that was enough to kill all the ancestors of the family, but the menu of a street restaurant.

Yan Sikong was trembling all over: "Feng Ye, why did General Feng give you these things?"

Feng Ye curled his lips and smiled: "Uncle has been deeply indebted to my Feng family, and now he lives with me. I am getting married, so he will naturally give me the best."

"This is something that can only be used during the emperor and empress's wedding!" Yan Sikong gritted his teeth and said, "Don't tell me, you don't know."

Feng Ye took a step forward, and Yan Sikong felt a sudden chill and couldn't help but take a step back in fear.

Feng Ye bent down, picked up some documents that had fallen on the floor, and put them back on the table: "Is this why you rushed to my study to search through the boxes and cabinets and found the letters between me and my uncle?" He laughed mockingly, "Your behavior is just like looking for evidence of my treason, but we have been committing treason for almost two years."

Yan Sikong felt that the person in front of him was so strange that he could hardly recognize him. Those sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, broad forehead, straight nose, thin lips and narrow jaw were all things he had described countless times with his hands, lips and eyes. Even if he had forgotten everything, he could not forget this extremely handsome face. But at this moment, he felt that the person standing in front of him was someone he had never seen before.

This person was so cold and gloomy that it made his heart tremble.

Seeing Yan Sikong trembling, Feng Ye felt a twisted sense of pleasure in his heart. He laughed softly and said, "Are you afraid of me? You said you were not afraid of me, what about now?"

Yan Sikong clenched his fists and whispered, "Feng Ye, I questioned you about this question before, and you flatly denied it. You said I shouldn't doubt you, and I really didn't want to doubt you easily, so even though I had doubts in my heart, I didn't even dare to ask this question clearly. But now, I want to ask it, ask it clearly, and I want you to answer me honestly."

Feng Ye's eyes were deep and seemed to emit little green light in the dim light. He opened his thin lips and said, "Ask."

Yan Sikong's lips trembled: "You, do you want to be the emperor?"

Feng Ye showed a smile that could make one's scalp tingle: "I don't want to be an emperor."

Yan Sikong looked at him in a daze.

Feng Ye took another step forward, his momentum like a beast: "But, I want to be the emperor."

Yan Sikong's legs went limp, and he used all his strength to support his body so that it wouldn't tilt. His heart seemed to be hollowed out in an instant, and he was in a state of fear of being torn apart. He stared at Feng Ye, "So, you have been... lying to me."

Feng Ye showed no shame at all, but said calmly: "You feel very angry, angry, humiliated, hateful, can't believe that you are so stupid, can't believe that you are deceived by the person closest to you, think you are having a nightmare, and want to find all kinds of reasons to explain, but in the end you find that nothing works, everything is real." Feng Ye smiled, "Why do I know so much, guess why? I have to thank you for all this."

Yan Sikong was heartbroken: "Are you seeking revenge against me? Revenge for me lying to you?"

"At first, but not entirely now." Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong quietly, "You don't really think that after what I went through, I would still be that naive and foolish young master, right? But you'd better think so. You are too smart. It's not an exaggeration to say that you are the best strategist in the world. With your help, I can accomplish my great cause."

Yan Sikong finally couldn't hold on any longer and sat down on the chair, looking at Feng Ye in disbelief, as if he was looking at a wolf that wanted to eat him alive.

Feng Ye smiled and said, "Now, I have an army of 260,000 soldiers under my command, and I have captured the five cities of Qianzhou, Hetao, Datong, and Zhongyuan. With the help of the wealthy and brave king, I am invincible and unstoppable. You have made great contributions to all this."

Yan Sikong said hoarsely: "Feng Ye... have you been using me?"

"I'm using you, but aren't you using me?" Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong coldly, "Aren't you going to use me to support Chen Yu and seize power?"

Yan Sikong felt as if his own voice was coming out of nowhere: "So, you never thought of letting Chen Yi ascend the throne. You did all this just to make me work for you and use Chen Yi's name to usurp the throne."

"What a joke!" Feng Ye said grimly, "I led the Feng family army to fight on the battlefield and survived many dangers, just to help someone else become emperor and command me? One day when he becomes powerful, he will kill me like the dog emperor killed my father?!"

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye with empty eyes. He didn't know this person. He really didn't know him. Standing in front of him was the Wolf King who had ambitions to take over the world. And his Feng Ye, his young master Feng Ye of King Jingyuan, had really disappeared...

Feng Ye walked slowly to Yan Sikong, bent down, and held the armrest with his long arms, trapping him between his body and the chair. He looked down at Yan Sikong and said coldly, "I, Feng Ye, want to dominate everything. Only by ruling the world, ruling the country, and making everyone bow down to me can I protect myself and everything I want to protect. Do you understand?"

Yan Sikong was filled with anger. He grabbed Feng Ye by the collar and stared at him with bloodshot eyes: "You have been lying to me all along. From the beginning to the end, you used Chen Mi to stabilize me and the nobles in the world. You didn't let me go and didn't marry a wife in order to pretend that you loved me deeply and make me wholeheartedly plan for you!"

Feng Ye's big hand wrapped around Yan Sikong's fist. He leaned close to Yan Sikong's face and whispered, "I do want to use Chen Yi to stabilize you and the prince, but my love for you and my persistence over the years are not enough to explain it?"

"Love?" Yan Sikong laughed. "You are moody, suspicious and jealous. I feel like I am walking on thin ice when I am with you. I am always blamed. Love?"

Feng Ye held Yan Sikong's hand tightly, and every word he spoke seemed to be breathing out cold air: "I protected you and gave you fine clothes and delicious food. Even though you had lied to me, used me, betrayed me, and abandoned me, I was still willing to trust you, be close to you, and give you military power. You married and had a daughter early, and I have never touched anyone else except you. Marrying a wife and taking a concubine was just a matter of course. I, Feng Ye, have done my best for you, right?"

Yan Sikong's eyes were red, his nose was sour, and he could hardly control his emotions: "It turns out that in your heart, these days after we met again are your 'gift' to me."

Feng Ye'e said fiercely, "Isn't it? You deceived me, you let me down!" He said in a deep voice, "So everything you did for me today is what you owe me, but I will not let you down. In the future, when I ascend the throne and unify the world, you can realize your ideal of governing the country in a peaceful and harmonious way, improve the laws, implement decrees, create a court free of corruption and a world where people can live and work in peace. Am I not more worthy of your assistance than Chen Yi?"

Yan Sikong choked up and said, "Feng Ye, have you been overwhelmed by the successive victories? Not to mention whether you can survive under the alliance between the court and Chen Yi, even if you really kill your way into the capital, from the moment you become emperor, all the princes will join forces to attack you, and the world will be in chaos. The chaos of the Eight Kings of the Western Jin Dynasty divided the country, weakened the country, and made people's livelihood destitute. Foreign races took advantage of the situation and invaded, causing chaos and slaughtering our Chinese people for more than a hundred years. Have you ever thought about the people?"

"Why are you pretending to be so righteous!" Feng Ye gritted his teeth and said, "You will do anything to achieve your goals. Now, weren't you the one who started this war?"

"I started the war to get rid of the abscess. I didn't want to destroy the whole country!" Yan Sikong's eyes widened. "If you usurp the throne, you can imagine how people in the future will write about you!"

Feng Ye sneered: "Those who steal hooks will be executed, and those who steal a country will be made a marquis. As long as I become the writer, I can write whatever I want."

"You're crazy..."

"I will not let the princes serve the king, nor will I let the barbarians invade." Feng Ye stared into Yan Sikong's eyes, "and how to achieve this depends on you. Aren't you extremely smart? If you really care about the people and the country, then help me to maintain domestic stability and resist foreign aggression, let me sit on the throne firmly, and let the princes submit to me honestly." As he said that, he let go of Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong sat paralyzed in the chair, his hands red and painful from being gripped by Feng Ye, but he was completely unaware.

Feng Ye straightened his own collar, then straightened Yan Sikong's, and leaned over again, kissing Yan Sikong softly on the lips: "I said I would treat you well. As long as you help me, I will treat you better than anyone else. We will be together forever and share the world. Isn't that perfect?"

Yan Sikong felt his whole body trembling and his hair stand on end.