After the flogging, Yan Sikong was already unconscious, his blood-stained skin felt like it was burned, and he felt indescribable pain with every breath. It was late winter and early spring, and the sweat on his face flowed like a river. The sweat on his body mixed with the blood, completely soaking through his white underwear.

The jailer took off the glaring bloody shirt, folded it up carefully and ironically, and put it into a silk bag.

Shen Hexuan looked at the torn body, his eyes dim and deep, difficult to fathom. He whispered, "General Que, I admire your loyalty and courage, but you are good at small things and not big things. You used your outstanding military talent to follow the rebels. Tens of thousands of Dasheng soldiers died in vain under your hands. It is really hateful, regrettable, and lamentable. This whipping is for you to take on behalf of your master. If this bloody shirt can attract Feng Ye to Feng Xiang, you can still live a few more days. If he gives up on you, your head will be hung on the city wall soon to warn the world."

Yan Sikong forced himself to open his red and swollen eyes and glared at Shen Hexuan fiercely: "I... died a worthy death." He was thinking in his heart how to make Shen Hexuan die.

Shen Hexuan was slightly surprised. Why did that look seem familiar? But he had seen Quewang before, so he didn't think much about it. He shook his head and said no more. He told the jailer, "Give him some medicine, don't let him die."

"yes."

Shen Hexuan took the bloody shirt, took one last look at Yan Sikong, then turned and left.

Several prison guards carried Yan Sikong into the cell and hastily applied medicine on him. Yan Sikong was in so much pain that he was almost on the verge of coma and could only let them do whatever they wanted. However, he still did not dare to close his eyes, for fear that the prison guards would take off his mask while he was asleep.

Fortunately, the jailers didn't have many hands, but they had their mouths busy. One of them looked at Yan Sikong, thinking he had fainted, and said jokingly, "He's a tough guy. He was whipped thirty times, his lips were bitten, but he didn't even scream."

"A famous general wearing a mask is not an idle person." Another person said, "I don't know what kind of face is hidden under this mask. I'm curious."

"Don't be so mean, or the prince will know about it. Watch your head carefully."

"How dare I?" said the jailer. "Look at him, and then look at that Yuan guy. Tsk tsk." His tone was full of contempt.

Yan Sikong shuddered, and with great effort he gathered a little consciousness, pricked up his ears and listened.

"Which one is Yuan? What's wrong?"

"It was the general who led the first wave of troops who were ambushed at Dazi Slope. His name was Yuan or something. Hey, we are not in the East District so we don't know. My brother in the East District said that Yuan has been crying all day, wanting to see Lord Yan, and said that if Lord Yan doesn't go, he will tell some secrets."

"What's the secret?"

"How would I know? The prince has handed this man over to Lord Yan for disposal. Tomorrow when Lord Yan wakes up, someone will go and report." The jailer said disdainfully, "I think he wants to sell out his master for glory."

"As for the seller seeking glory..." another prisoner sneered, "who can compare to Lord Yan?"

"Hmph... You're such a liar, are you going to die? Look at Madam Qi's face, and think about those rumors, you still don't understand."

"Is it true that…"

Yan Sikong was so breathless after hearing these words that he could not even care about the severe pain in his body. It had only been a few days, and Yuan Shaoxu couldn't stand it anymore? If he wanted to exchange the military intelligence of the Feng Family Army for his freedom, he couldn't say anything fatal with his rank, but if he wanted to threaten himself and Yuan Nanyu's identities...

For a long time, because of the kindness of the Yuan family to him, he was never able to kill Yuan Shaoxu. Even though what Yuan Shaoxu had done to him was enough to kill him countless times, saving Yuan Shaoxu's life was the only compromise he could make. If Yuan Shaoxu really endangered his and Yuan Nanyu's lives, he would not show mercy and could only apologize to Yuan Mao in the underworld.

But even if he wanted to kill Yuan Shaoxu now, how should he do it?

If Shen Hexuan really persuaded Prince Ning to go to Huai'an to lobby King Han, then Yuan Nanyu would have no reason to leave Pingliang. If Yuan Nanyu left, even if Chen Yi and Shen Hexuan knew their identities, what would it matter? His goal had been achieved anyway. But Yuan Nanyu couldn't leave, so he had to stay in prison and hide his identity. The longer time passed, the easier it would be for Yuan Nanyu to reveal his true identity.

Shen Hexuan even wanted to send him to Fengxiang immediately and lure Feng Ye to leave Taiyuan.

All his plans were disrupted by Shen Hexuan!

Under the double pain of physical pain and mental torment, he thought bitterly that it was all because of his soft-heartedness that he let Shen Hexuan go, which gave him such a difficult enemy. He would never make such a mistake again in his life.

The pain gradually deprived him of consciousness, and his worries deepened his physical and mental torment. He finally couldn't resist it anymore and passed out.

——

When Yuan Nanyu woke up from his coma, it was already bright.

His whole body was sore and stiff, his eyes were so swollen that they could only be seen through two thin slits, and his throat was so dry and hoarse that he could hardly make any sound. When he regained consciousness, the strange dull pain in his lower body immediately took away all his thoughts.

The crazy and unbearable memories of last night came back to him one after another. He was like a zombie with his soul taken away, unable to move at all.

He begged for mercy, he recalled over and over again, he carefully distinguished, he hoped that it was all just a nightmare, but the clear pain told him that it was all real.

He was a man, but he was...

Yuan Nanyu bit his lips hard, tears of humiliation and hatred lingering in his eyes. He raised his hand and wiped them away forcefully, refusing to shed a single tear for such a great shame and humiliation, otherwise, it would be like he had lost.

Everything that happened last night, starting from that bowl of killer pear soup, filled his heart with hatred.

It's not that he didn't know about Chen Yi's intentions towards Yan Sikong, but he never imagined that the woman, as Chen Yi's concubine, would actually do such a crazy and shameless thing. And he just didn't have any vigilance towards weak women. Even if he thought about it a thousand or ten thousand times, he would never have thought that he would encounter such a thing!

Now his mind was filled with those dirty and corrupt images of himself and Chen Yi. His shameless behavior under the influence of drugs made him want to kill himself, and he even wanted to cut Qi Manbi and Chen Yi into pieces!

Thousands of cuts and pieces!

Yuan Nanyu ignored the pain and climbed out of bed. He wanted to kill Qi Manbi, he wanted to kill Chen Yu, he wanted to...

The arms that supported his body went limp and he fell off the bed. His head hit the step stool and he saw stars.

He lay on his back on the cold ground, wishing he could die right now. How could a man like him live with dignity after being humiliated like this? !

Chen Yi, Chen Yi, Chen Yi!

Yuan Nanyuren tried to imagine thousands of ways to take revenge on Chen Yi, but he could not erase his face, his voice, his temperature, his body, and his touch from his mind and from his body. These things, along with a whole night of madness, left a deep mark of humiliation on his soul.

The bedroom door was pushed open and the servant rushed in: "Oh, Lord Yan!" He came over in a hurry, "Why did you fall to the ground?" As he said that, he was about to help Yuan Nanyu up.

Yuan Nanyu shouted hoarsely: "Don't touch me!"

The servant said in embarrassment: "I just helped you to bed, otherwise you would catch a cold."

Yuan Nanyu gritted his teeth and slowly got up from the ground, "Don't touch me." After all, he had a solid foundation in kung fu, and by now he had recovered a lot, so he moved back to the bed.

"Sir, I will help you wash..."

"Get lost."

"Little one..."

"Get lost!"

"Yes, yes." The servant nodded repeatedly and walked out.

Yuan Nanyu lay on his side on the bed, his fists clenched tightly, pain and murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Lord Yan.

Yes, he is "Lord Yan" now. If he had not pretended to be "Lord Yan", he would not have suffered all this. He would rather suffer in prison and be tortured by punishment than endure such humiliation.

But who can be blamed for this?

Is it true that Yuan Nanyu has been destined to be a disaster for Yan Sikong all his life?

The first time, he was exiled to the northwest, nearly lost his life, and lost his memory. The second time, he was humiliated by a man.

Yuan Nanyu smiled bitterly, his vision became increasingly blurry, and his chest felt so stuffy that he could hardly breathe.

Never mind, never mind. If this is his fate, he will accept it. Who calls them brothers? How can human power defy this destiny?

Even if he complained to himself, it would be useless. At least they were all alive now. Only by staying alive could he avenge himself and make up for the mistakes he had made. No matter what happened last night, he endured and did not reveal his identity, just to stay alive.

He must survive.

——

Yan Sikong was sometimes unconscious and sometimes awake in prison, and even had a fever in the middle of the night. Fortunately, he was in strong health. If it were an ordinary person, he would have lost half his life if not died.

After a few days, he received the news that he would be sent to Fengxiang.

This means that Feng Ye is going to Fengxiang.

He did not believe that Feng Ye would ask for peace from the court. Whether he was negotiating peace with Chen Yi or submitting to the court, these were probably all delaying tactics. With Feng Ye's arrogance, he would not bow his head until he died. If outsiders did not understand this, they might be hesitant when they saw Feng Ye being surrounded by enemies. But he was sure that they were all fake.

Given how much Feng Ye valued Yuan Nanyu, he was not surprised that he would agree to Chen Yi's request and come to Fengxiang to pick him up. On the contrary, it was not wise to rush to attack Taiyuan. How could Chen Yi trap Feng Ye in Fengxiang? Not to mention whether he could trap him or not, even if he could, Taiyuan would not be captured overnight.

Feng Ye's plan to seek peace from the imperial court indeed forced Shen Hexuan and Chen Yi to fight even though they were not fully prepared.

Whoever seizes the initiative now will have more chances.