Yan Sikong's pupils shrank dramatically as he watched Shen Hexuan being pushed off the cliff by him. Looking at Shen Hexuan's face, there was a mixture of astonishment, panic and despair, and then it turned into confusion. In that instant of time, perhaps Shen Hexuan was reviewing his life, and all the memories of the two of them since they met until now were flashing through Yan Sikong's mind like a revolving lantern.

Shen Hexuan's hands were still grasping at the air in vain, as his body had already fallen straight into the pitch-black abyss.

Yan Sikong stood on the edge of the cliff, watching Shen Hexuan's figure being swallowed by the darkness, his heart was filled with emotions.

He knelt on the ground with his knees sank, kowtowed heavily, and thought to himself: "Brother Shen, maybe it won't be long before I can go to the underworld to apologize to you."

"Lord Shen!"

The soldiers in the distance noticed the change and rushed over in a hurry, pointing their spears and short swords at Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong stood up, turned around, and looked at everyone calmly.

"You...you..." Someone with sharp eyes had already recognized Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong pushed aside his messy hair and said in a deep voice, "I exchanged identities with the anti-thief general Quewang. It was a self-torture trick conspired with the prince."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Lieutenant General Xu Wang pointed at him and said, "Yan Sikong, you are well-known for your cunning tricks, and now you have killed Lord Shen. You...what on earth is going on?"

"General Xu, you don't know. I was ordered by the prince to pretend to be Que Wang to set a trap for the Feng family army. As for Shen Hexuan..." Yan Sikong looked back at the cliff coldly, "He is a spy planted by the court next to the prince, who restrains the prince everywhere. The prince ordered me to wait for an opportunity to get rid of him and put the blame on Que Wang."

Xu Wang and several other people looked at each other, unable to tell whether what Yan Sikong said was true or false. But they had seen with their own eyes that Que Wang turned into Yan Sikong, and they didn't know the relationship between the two, so they said it was a trap set by the King of Chu, which sounded reasonable. However, Shen Hexuan's death made him suspicious. After all, they all knew that Yan Sikong and Shen Hexuan were not on good terms.

Now that their leader was dead, they were at a loss for a moment.

Yan Sikong raised his military order and said, "From now on, I am the commander-in-chief. Only you guys know about this matter and you are not allowed to make it public."

Xu Wang's eyes widened: "I will send someone to report to the prince first."

Yan Sikong said in a cold voice, "Xu Wang, I tell you, I am the prince's teacher. The prince relies on me, and I don't need to explain it. Even if I killed Shen Hexuan first and then reported it, so what? I will explain to the prince after I defeat Feng Ye, but I will exchange prisoners with Feng Ye tomorrow. If I delay the military operation, I will hold you accountable!"

Xu Wang broke out in a cold sweat and didn't know what to do for a moment.

Yan Sikong shook the military token and said in a sharp voice: "The military token is here, who would not obey!"

Several soldiers looked at each other and put away their weapons at the same time. Xu Wang gritted his teeth and said helplessly, "I will obey Lord Yan's orders."

Yan Sikong nodded with satisfaction: "Xu Wang, I will promote you to the rank of military officer. Pass the order down that Lord Shen is ill and you will temporarily lead the army. What happened just now, including my identity, is only between the seven of us. No news can be leaked, and no one can leave the camp. Anyone who violates this will be killed."

"yes."

"Everyone else please stand down. General Xu, I will discuss tomorrow's affairs with you alone."

"yes."

Xu Wang walked in front of Yan Sikong, looking a little embarrassed. After all, Shen Hexuan, who was pushed off the cliff, was right where he was standing now.

Yan Sikong had been holding on for a long time, but now he was a little unstable. He sat down swaying, groaning in his throat. He whispered, "Xu Wang, listen to me. Tomorrow you have to send me to Feng Ye in exchange for Fengxiang City as agreed."

"What does your Excellency want to do?" Xu Wang asked with a frown. He had heard about the romantic affair between Yan Sikong and Feng Ye, and was full of suspicion.

Yan Sikong's eyes were cold and grim: "Feng Ye is ungrateful. Not only will I trap him here, I will also kill him."

"My Lord, do you want to assassinate him?"

"Feng Ye is a skilled martial artist, how could I be so reckless?" Yan Sikong said, "He wants Que Wang. By the time he finds out that I'm not Que Wang, his troops will have already withdrawn from Fengxiang, and Lu Jun is waiting to surround him. In order to escape and for Que Wang, he won't kill me."

"Then... then what?"

"Do you remember what mission the prince gave us?"

"Trapping Fengye in Fengxiang, the army will launch a surprise attack on Taiyuan."

"Feng Ye leads 30,000 soldiers, and he may have backup. We have no more than 20,000 soldiers. How long can we hold him back? Three days? Five days? If we really exchange Que Wang for Feng Xiang, he will achieve his goal and will definitely try his best to break out. In order to hold him back, we will suffer heavy losses." Yan Sikong was talking nonsense, "But what if he loses Feng Xiang and doesn't exchange for Que Wang?"

Xu Wang thought: "I've heard that the Wolf King is arrogant. I can't swallow this."

"That's right. So now, if I were to exchange him for Quewang, he would definitely agree. This way, we can hold him back without any effort."

"Then Lord Yan is probably in great danger. How can he be saved when the Wolf King is furious?"

"I will serve you without hesitation, even if it means sacrificing my life." Yan Sikong sneered, "After your army conquers Taiyuan, we will send troops to attack Fengye. In the Central Plains, I will make sure he comes alive but not return alive."

Xu Wang nodded and said, "Your Majesty and Lord Yan really have a good plan."

The two discussed many details before deciding what to do after Yan Sikong was in the "enemy camp".

The reason why Yan Sikong wanted to "give" himself to Feng Ye was, firstly, Yuan Nanyu would reveal his true colors sooner or later, and only if he controlled these 20,000 soldiers could Feng Ye and Chen Yi be wary of him; secondly, he had learned some medical skills when he was young, and he had some judgment of his own injuries. The whip wounds on his body had already turned into pus, and he also had signs of fever. There was no good doctor in the army, and if he didn't go to find Feng Ye, he would really die.

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Early in the morning of the second day, the two armies met outside Fengxiang City. They watched Feng Ye withdraw the Fengxiang troops, and Xu Wang led his troops to occupy the city. At the same time, he also handed over the prison cart containing Yan Sikong and Yuan Shaoxu to Feng's army.

Yan Sikong was still lying crookedly in the prison van, his face covered by messy hair. Others thought he was still unconscious. He did have a fever and was groggy, but he was still quietly looking at the majestic wolf king standing on a scarlet horse not far away.

Close the wild.

As fate would have it, they were about to meet again. But this time, he was no longer moved. His feelings for Feng Ye and his hatred for Feng Ye had finally become numb in the endless torture between them.

He, Yan Sikong, still wanted many things - if they were in his destiny, he would pursue them until his death, but the only thing he didn't want was Feng Ye anymore.

He saw Feng Ye dismount from his horse and run to the prison cart: "Forget it!" His voice was filled with anxiety and worry.

Yan Sikong glanced at Feng Ye wearily through the mask and through the gaps in his hair.

This face was so familiar and so profound. He could even count the position of each mole and describe the shape of the eyebrows out of thin air. However, when he looked at this extremely handsome face, he felt only indifferent and unfamiliar.

He finally let it go.

He closed his eyes and said nothing.

"Take the general back to the camp!" Feng Ye growled.

The prison van was towed back to the camp, and Yan Sikong was carefully lifted out of the van. Feng Ye strode in front of him and personally led the way, sending him into the warm and clean tent. Several doctors were already on standby.

"Hurry up and treat the general!" Feng Ye shouted, "If anything happens to the general, I won't forgive you!"

The doctors nervously surrounded Yan Sikong and carefully cut open his clothes. The cloth that was close to his body had stuck to the wound, and the blood scabs were horrifying to the sight. Since he had been kept in the cold dungeon after being tortured and had not received proper medical treatment, the wound now looked horrible.

Feng Ye clenched his fists until they made a clattering sound, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and his whole body was filled with hostility. He was so angry that he didn't notice the unusual figure of the person in front of him.

The doctor treated him carefully. He groaned in pain. His brain was already burned and he was a little unconscious, but the pain in his body brought him back to consciousness again and again.

By the time the doctor had treated the wound, Yan Sikong's sweat had almost soaked the bed sheets.

Feng Ye dismissed everyone and sat down beside the bed. He soaked a towel in hot water and wrung it dry. He looked at the weak and powerless person on the couch and sighed heavily: "Quewang, have you learned your lesson?"

Yan Sikong's mind was swaying. He tried to guess what Feng Ye's expression would be after he knew his identity, but he just couldn't imagine it.

Forget it, he is half dead now anyway, what can Feng Ye do to him?

Feng Ye reached out and took off the dirty mask, and gently wiped the mud off Yan Sikong's face with a towel, but after just two wipes, he stopped.

He raised his hand, his eyes wandering over the smooth forehead, where there should have been a faint tattoo that would never disappear.

Feng Ye was startled and stood up suddenly.

Yan Sikong drooped his eyelids and looked at Feng Ye quietly, without saying a word or showing any expression.

"You..." Feng Ye pointed at the person on the couch with trembling eyes, "Yan Sikong?!"