Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong's tears and felt furious. The dagger in his hand almost hit Yan Sikong's face: "Don't act so innocent and pitiful. I have been soft-hearted to you time and time again, which makes you fearless. You said someone framed you. Where did the dagger come from? Tell me."

"I don't know." Yan Sikong wiped away his tears calmly, his eyes becoming colder. "I had already pawned it at the time. I don't know why it appeared here."

"You don't know? How could the dagger you pawned in Guangning 20 years ago appear in Taiyuan, thousands of miles away, 20 years later? How else could it be possible except that you had it with you? Your every word is a lie, full of loopholes, what do you want me to believe in you!"

Yan Sikong looked at Yuan Shaoxu.

Yuan Shaoxu's eyes dodged slightly.

"I don't know whether you have forgotten or not, but you are the only one who knows about the dagger." Yan Sikong stared at Yuan Shaoxu and said with gritted teeth, "And the day you rashly went to my study, it was not just to remind me of my father's death anniversary, right?"

Even if Chen Yu and Shen Hexuan were behind this, Yuan Shaoxu's cooperation was definitely indispensable. Only Yuan Shaoxu knew the meaning of this dagger, and only Yuan Shaoxu could stay alone in his study and secretly read military documents.

Yuan Shaoxu pretended to look sad: "Nan Yu, do you suspect that my elder brother framed you? You and I are brothers from the same mother, why would I want to harm you? It's just that in the past twenty years, it seems that I am the only one who still remembers the brotherhood, and you... have been completely corrupted by power."

Yan Sikong stared at Yuan Shaoxu fiercely, and for the first time, he had the intention to kill him. What he hated most now was how could such a despicable person have a face that looked like the person he respected most in his life!

"You still want to frame others? Even your own brother?" Feng Ye said slyly, "Yes, this is what you are best at. You are ruthless to outsiders and to those close to you. Is there anything you can't do? I just never thought that you would betray me for Chen Yi, for Chen Yi."

"I didn't betray you." Yan Sikong stared into Feng Ye's eyes and spoke word by word, "Feng Ye, listen to me carefully. If I, Yan Sikong, betray you, I will be cut into pieces and die a miserable death!"

"I really want to shave you!" Feng Ye yelled, "I want to cut open your heart and see if it's empty inside."

"Go ahead!" Yan Sikong ripped open his clothes like crazy and said hoarsely, "I'm tired of explaining to you, tired of your suspicion and humiliation, tired of being entangled with you like this. The thing I, Yan Sikong, regret most in my life is knowing you!"

Feng Ye's pupils shrank sharply, he suddenly pulled out the dagger, the blade flashed with a silvery light, as cold as his eyes, he attacked in a flash.

Yuan Nanyu was shocked: "Don't--" He suddenly rushed towards Feng Ye.

Yan Sikong had anticipated that he might be able to dodge, but he restrained his body's reaction and did not hide, but closed his eyes.

He just wanted to know, he wanted to know how Feng Ye would treat him, even if the price was death.

A cold light brushed across Yan Sikong's scalp, and his hair bun was cut off.

His dark hair fell down his shoulders like a cloud of black, like the sky falling, taking away all the light in the world. Day and night go by, no matter how long the night is, there will always be sunrise. However, Yan Sikong didn't know if he could see the light of day again. He was afraid that he would be thrown into the darkness forever - by the person he once loved the most.

A few strands of hair fell to the ground, as silently as a broken heart.

Yuan Nanyu snatched the dagger from Feng Ye and shouted excitedly: "Feng Ye, the matter has not been investigated clearly yet, how can you be so reckless!"

"This dagger was a token of my love for Sikong. But now, you have used it as evidence of your affair with Chen Yi." Feng Ye's voice trembled when he said the last few words, and his eyes were red as if soaked in blood. "Is it true that no matter how I treat you or what I give you, I can never win your true love?!"

Yan Sikong's eyes were blurred with tears, but he held back the tears. He was eloquent and eloquent, and he had never lost in a debate. All the times in his life when he was at a loss for words were due to Feng Ye's accusations. Only this person could force him to this point and hurt him to this extent, and he still thought he loved him deeply. He said hoarsely, "Feng Ye, I'm really tired. I've said that I, Yan Sikong, have let down too many people in my life, but I have never let you down. I can do for you what I can't do for myself. I don't care whether you believe it or not. In your eyes, I am no longer innocent. You said that you have done your utmost to me. Very good, so am I. I have done my utmost to you."

Yan Sikong had given up hope.

Feng Ye reached out his hand, grabbed Yan Sikong's hair, and forced him to look up at him. He said coldly, "Love is the end of loyalty. Yes, there is no need to talk about loyalty between you and me. When I was young, I was so obsessed with you that I made a fool of myself. Since we met again, I can't help but doubt every word you said. I will never give you the slightest chance to use me again."

Yan Sikong burst out laughing.

He was entangled in the word "friendship", which was really "stupid and shameful". Between him and Feng Ye, who owed whom, who betrayed whom? The past was like these three thousand threads of troubles, entangled together and tied into a knot, which could no longer be sorted out. The only way was to cut it off with a knife and put an end to it.

If you give up, it's all over.

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong's pale appearance as if he had lost his soul, and felt that he would turn into mist and disappear in the next second, so he subconsciously held on tightly.

Yuan Nanyu came forward again and separated the two. He also looked tired and dazed. He said harshly: "I will personally send someone to get the iron staff back. Before that..."

"Lock this collaborator in the dungeon. No one is allowed to visit him or speak a word to him without my order." Feng Ye said coldly.

"Seal the wild!"

Yuan Nanyu was about to say something, but Feng Ye glared at him: "Are you going to disobey me?"

Yuan Nanyu was stunned. Feng Ye had never looked at him with such a terrifying look before. He took a deep breath and said, "Feng Ye, Tiezhangzi has not been brought to justice. Can we keep him in the mansion and wait for his fate?"

Feng Ye grabbed the front of Yuan Nanyu's shirt and gritted his teeth, "What did I warn you about? He is the best at deceiving people, and even you have been deceived by him, right? Have you forgotten who caused you to be exiled to the northwest? Who caused you to be separated from your family and even forget who you are?"

Yuan Nanyu frowned: "Let's put things aside. This matter..."

"Yu'er." Yan Sikong smiled sadly, "No need to plead for my second brother. It doesn't matter whether it has anything to do with me or not. Wouldn't it be more satisfying to just kill me with one knife?"

"Stop talking!" Yuan Nanyu shouted.

"Besides, he's right. I can deceive people. You shouldn't trust me."

"Someone, take him away!" Feng Ye shouted fiercely.

Yuan Shaoxu slowly stepped aside, staring at Yan Sikong gloomily, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The guards rushed in and tried to grab Yan Sikong, but Yan Sikong pushed them away, straightened his clothes, and looked at Feng Ye calmly: "Don't make things difficult for Ali. If you touch a hair on his head, I will die in prison."

Feng Ye looked at him fiercely: "You are not worthy to negotiate with me."

"Then go ahead and give it a try." Yan Sikong turned around, never looking at Feng Ye again, and strode out into the cold wind of June. His long hair fluttered violently, and his thin figure quickly blended into the night...

Feng Ye staggered a few steps, took the dagger from Yuan Nanyu's hand, held it tightly, and closed his eyes with satisfaction.

Yuan Nanyu looked at Yuan Shaoxu with deep eyes.

——

Feng Ye locked him up in a dungeon for serious criminals. As he instructed, all the surrounding cells were emptied. Even the jailers only showed up to deliver meals; at other times, the dungeon was empty.

The cell might have been uninhabited for a long time, so there was no bad smell and it was not dirty. It was just that the quilt was thin, not to mention there was no charcoal fire. He lay on the couch wrapped tightly in the quilt, and was so cold that he could not close his eyes.

In fact, no matter where he was, he was destined to be unable to sleep. No matter whether he opened his eyes or closed them, all he saw was Feng Ye's hateful gaze. In fact, he was often confused as to why the person to whom he had given the most, compromised the most, and cared the most in his life would turn against him.

In the past, he always thought that he owed Feng Ye a little in the past, but Feng Ye was a proud son of heaven who never bowed his head, so he endured everything. If taking a step back did not make his life more prosperous, then he would take a few more steps back. If it were someone else, he would only move closer and never retreat, but Feng Ye was different. He endured, he gave in, and he tried his best to assist Feng Ye, just wanting to see Feng Ye become famous and make great contributions to the world.

Why did it end up like this?

He was afraid that he would never be able to figure out this problem in his lifetime.

Then let’s think about something clear.

How did Chen Yi and Yuan Shaoxu set the trap for him? Was it Chen Yi who came to find Yuan Shaoxu, or was it Yuan Shaoxu who went to find Chen Yi?

Both are possible.

Yuan Shaoxu took out his resentment on himself because he felt that his talent was not appreciated, so he wanted to get rid of himself.

Chen Yu must have spies in Taiyuan. If there is not even a spy in the enemy camp during the march and battle, it would be better to return home as soon as possible. But I don't know how much this spy can find out.

In any case, Chen Yi and Yuan Shaoxu hit it off and sent people to travel thousands of miles to Liaoning to look for the dagger. Yuan Shaoxu entered Yuan Mao's study on the pretext of Yuan Mao's sacrifice and peeped at some military documents, and then let Tie Zhangzi perform such a drama in front of Yuan Nanyu. If it was only Yuan Shaoxu, Feng Ye would definitely be suspicious, but Yuan Nanyu could not lie.

Maybe, maybe when Tiezhangzi first came into contact with him and he sent Ali to investigate this person, he had already fallen into a trap.

Now that both the culprit and the victim were captured, the whole incident seemed flawless and he had no way of refutation at all.

Such a meticulous plan, the control of people's hearts, the long-term preparation and planning, are not something that Chen Yu or Yuan Shaoxu could think of. Behind this, there is only one person who could do it - Shen Hexuan.

Thinking of Shen Hexuan, Yan Sikong gave a cold smile.

He and Shen Hexuan were fighting back and forth. I would trick you once, and you would trick me. Across the vast land, they were playing a vague and bloody game of chess.

This game of chess might have just begun, might have only been played halfway, or might have come to an end. He could no longer guess Feng Ye's mind, so he didn't know if he could walk out of this dungeon alive, or when he would walk out of this dungeon.

In this game of chess, Shen Hexuan had severely defeated him and really hit his weak spot. It was really vicious to the extreme, and now he had no power to fight back.

He was so tired, so tired that he didn't even want to move a finger. He didn't feel sad, humiliated, angry, hate, or anything. He just felt tired and didn't want to have wild thoughts anymore, didn't want to plot anymore, didn't want to carry the hopeless expectations of Feng Ye anymore. Instead, he could only watch the two people walk away.

Feng Ye said it himself: "Loyalty is the end of loyalty."

Great, they can finally do what they want.