Yan Sikong said coldly: "What does this mean?"

"When I was young, I naively thought that I would marry you in the future, even if it meant disobeying my father for you." Feng Ye laughed mockingly, "Of course I am not that stupid now, but I will marry a woman I have never met tomorrow, and before her, I want to marry you first."

Yan Sikong's hands were shaking as he held the wedding veil: "You are going to marry your first wife soon, what's going on now?"

"I fulfilled my childhood wish." Feng Ye said coldly, "I am so obsessed with you because I was young and frivolous, and I made bold promises. I want to get back everything you didn't give me and everything you owe me."

Yan Sikong threw the veil back and said through gritted teeth: "Feng Ye, don't you think you are ridiculous?"

Feng Ye's face was full of savagery: "Yes, I am ridiculous, but the boy who was obsessed with you was even more ridiculous. He treated you wholeheartedly, but what did you give him? Fortunately, he has grown up now and knows that if you want something, you can grab it or rob it, but you can't endure it or ask for it, otherwise you will be trampled on and used by others. Do you want to know how I plan to deal with you?"

Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye intently.

"Before I take over the Imperial City, don't even think about leaving the prison. You won't have the slightest chance of collaborating with the enemy again. If I lose, I will kill you and bury you with me. If I win, I want you to be my male favorite for the rest of your life. I wanted you to conquer the world for me, and I promised you supreme power, but you refused my toast and even betrayed me for Chen Yi. From now on, you can only listen to me and obey me."

Yan Sikong secretly took a step back. He wanted to escape from this person. This person displayed a terrifying madness in front of him.

Feng Ye held up the veil and said, "Put it on and marry me."

Yan Sikong glared at Feng Ye fiercely.

"It's the same if I tie you up."

Yan Sikong slowly took the veil and covered his head stiffly.

The moment his vision was blocked, Yan Sikong felt heartbroken.

He had fantasized about this moment. He was even ashamed to admit that as a man, he had actually fantasized about this moment. It wasn't about any wedding scene. He just fantasized about how to stay with Feng Ye forever.

Now he and Feng Ye were going to do such a sad, pitiful, and ridiculous thing in prison? This was unprecedented and it was the most ridiculous thing in the world!

"Kneel down." Feng Ye's voice became hoarse, with a hint of pain.

Yan Sikong endured the pain of suffocation and knelt down.

Feng Ye also knelt down: "Bow to heaven and earth."

Yan Sikong bent down tremblingly. He obviously didn't want to do such a ridiculous thing, but it seemed that there was a hand guiding him to move.

"Bows to my parents." Feng Ye took a deep breath and said softly.

The two of them turned to the northeast and knelt down to pay homage to their parents who had passed away long ago.

Finally, they knelt facing each other.

Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong, who was covered with a red veil, and tears fell.

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye's knees from under the red veil, and they seemed to be trembling slightly.

They looked at each other in silence.

The overwhelming sorrow was like a tidal wave that completely drowned them both. In this narrow cell, there was almost no room for them to breathe. The saddest thing was that neither of them could feel how much pain the other was in.

Feng Ye quietly wiped away the tears from his cheeks and said in a deep voice: "Husband and wife...worship each other."

Yan Sikong clenched his fists and slowly, slowly lowered his head.

Something shattered inside them, blood flowed all over the floor, and they could no longer be put back into their original shape.

If this really can be considered a wedding, it is probably the most desperate wedding in the world.

After the wedding ceremony, Feng Ye reached out and grabbed the hem of the veil, but did not dare to lift it for a long time.

Lifting this red veil, the two will return from the dream to reality. If time could stop right here...

Feng Ye gritted his teeth and opened it suddenly.

A flash of red flashed across their eyes, and then, the other's face came into view. At that moment, they seemed to see each other in their youth, that young and childish face, with a sweet and affectionate smile, speaking an ignorant and fearless eternal oath, regardless of the changing situation and the unpredictable world.

The most painful thing in this world is that one can never be young again.

Yan Sikong held back the tears that were about to burst out and looked at Feng Ye without blinking.

Feng Ye took two glasses of wine and handed one to Yan Sikong.

Forget it, Yan Sikong thought, at this moment, even if this was just a cup of poisonous wine, he would not look back.

He took the wine glass, intertwined his arms with Feng Ye, put the wine to his lips, and drank it all in one gulp!

The spicy wine went down his throat, burning Yan Sikong's heart, liver, spleen and stomach. He woke up from the illusion, threw the wine glass, stood up suddenly, and turned his back: "Have you had enough fun? You can go now."

Feng Ye also stood up and gently untied the jade belt around his waist: "Tonight is our wedding night."

Yan Sikong turned around and glared at Feng Ye fiercely: "Are you a beast?"

"Indeed, I have been in a den of beasts since I was a child." Feng Ye said expressionlessly, "Have you forgotten what I said just now about how to deal with you? You are such a heartless, treacherous, scheming traitor, why should I keep you and your loyal servant alive? This is your only use."

Hatred burst out of Yan Sikong's eyes.

Feng Ye raised his chin: "Take off your clothes and go to bed."

Yan Sikong said hoarsely: "Feng Ye, you make me sick."

Feng Ye smiled cruelly: "That's great. If I make you happy, wouldn't that be a bargain for you? Ali's head is so big that an ordinary person would die after being shaved 2,000 times. He may not be able to hold on for a long time. Do you want to see?"

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye with bloodshot eyes, and he undressed coldly and stiffly.

Feng Ye pushed him down on the couch, his slender fingers stroked across his cheeks, and finally fell to his neck, gently holding the slender neck.

For such a slender neck, just a little effort...

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye without fear, and even had a hint of anticipation in his heart. If Feng Ye killed him like this, then he would be free from all the suffering for the rest of his life, which would clearly be a relief.

Feng Ye grabbed his neck and suddenly asked fiercely, "No matter how I treat you, I can't get your sincerity. Yan Sikong, do you have a heart?"

Yan Sikong's chest rose and fell vigorously: "...I have."

It was given to a man, and he was crushed to pieces.

Feng Ye roughly tore off his clothes, broke open his body, and possessed him madly, over and over again.

This bizarre "wedding night" was filled with grief, hatred, provocation, savagery, madness, and conquest, sweeping over the bodies of the two and throwing them into a hopeless, bottomless abyss.