Feng Ye raised the corner of his lips slightly, staring deeply at Yan Sikong, his pupils dark, "Uncle and Nada Khan sent troops from Datong, Wang Shen sent troops from Taiyuan, and King Yong sent troops from Dingyong. The 240,000 troops were divided into three routes to attack the capital. Although I only have 30,000 armored soldiers, I still have 50,000 soldiers in Qingyang, and another 30,000 special troops in reserve." He sneered, "Chen Yi wants to trap me here and capture Taiyuan, but Taiyuan has been dug for him, waiting for him to jump in."

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Feng Ye said proudly: "Chen Yi thought I was the one trapped, but he didn't know that he was trapped in his own web."

"...You plan to abandon Taiyuan." Yan Sikong took a breath, "How many soldiers are there in Taiyuan?"

"Twenty thousand."

"You use these 20,000 people as bait." Yan Sikong looked directly into Feng Ye's eyes, trying to see the fluctuations in them.

No, nothing.

Feng Ye said calmly: "That's right. When Chen Yu captures Taiyuan, his army will be exhausted and he will be trapped in Taiyuan by my troops. Or, even if he knows the news from the capital in advance and abandons Taiyuan and dares to rescue us, it will be too late."

Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye in a daze. It was not that he did not know how cruel and fierce the Wolf King was, and how decisive he was in killing people. He just had seen the innocent and simple Feng Ye when he was young, and he could never get him out of his mind. It was all because he...had a good memory.

Feng Ye said coldly, "Why are you looking at me like this? Can't you bear it? When you burned 40,000 people to death in Yunnan, did you feel sorry for them?"

Yan Sikong was shocked and lowered his head: "Chen Yi would never have thought that you would give up Taiyuan which we fought so hard to capture." They lost so many soldiers and spent so much effort for Taiyuan. Taiyuan was the most important stronghold of Feng's army after Datong, but Feng Ye just gave up. This showed amazing courage and boldness.

Only Feng Ye dared to take such a risk. Feng Ye was always like this, taking unconventional actions and seeking victory in danger.

"I know you will think it's too risky. If I have no choice, I will not give up Taiyuan." Feng Ye said ruthlessly, "Chen Yi has joined forces with the imperial court and the vassal kings to besiege me. Once the various princes find out about my weakness, they will pounce on me like a hungry tiger and tear me to pieces. Taking the capital as soon as possible is my only way to survive. Once I become the target of everyone's criticism, there will be no chance of recovery."

"It's risky, but you're right." Yan Sikong sighed. Success or failure depended on this battle.

"Are you worried about him?" Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong coldly.

Yan Sikong didn't say anything.

"You are too conceited. You think I can't win the battle without you." Feng Ye mocked, "If you agreed to my conditions, I would keep my promise and save Chen Yi's life, but it's too late now."

Yan Sikong stared into Feng Ye's eyes, the depths of his pupils were like bottomless pits.

Feng Ye came closer, pinched Yan Sikong's chin, and whispered, "I will kill him, in front of you. You will always remember what happens to those who dare to covet my things."

Yan Sikong pushed Feng Ye's hand away: "It's too early to say who will win or lose now."

"Do you hope he wins?" Feng Ye's eyes flashed with ferocity. "Do you hope I lose? Do you hope I die at the hands of Chen Yi?"

Yan Sikong pursed his lips.

Feng Ye said in a sharp voice, "Speak!"

"...It has nothing to do with me." Yan Sikong said expressionlessly, "Whether you win or lose, live or die, it has nothing to do with me. Save Que Wang, and there will be no need for any further connection between you and me."

"Whether there is any connection or not is up to me." Feng Ye shook his head. "Do you really think that you can get away with betraying me time and time again? You will never be able to escape in this life."

"Feng Ye, you don't have to force me. I have nothing now. I have no worries. I can die at most." Yan Sikong sneered, "If I die, what else do you want?"

"You dare!" Feng Ye stared at him, a flash of panic in his eyes, "Don't even think about it."

Yan Sikong disagreed: "I said, I am not afraid of death, what can you do to me? Save Quewang, and I don't want to hear the rest of your nonsense."

Feng Ye suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "Que Wang is probably no longer in Pingliang. Chen Yi is on his way to Taiyuan. How could he leave important hostages in Pingliang?"

"Yes, he might take Quewang to Taiyuan." Yan Sikong thought for a moment, "If he takes him out of the city, it will be easier for him to escape. As long as he is not exposed, he will definitely find a way to escape."

"We have no idea about his situation right now. If we rashly try to provoke him, we might end up hurting him instead." Feng Ye said, "I have sent out scouts to get information."

Yan Sikong was also very hesitant: "How long do we have to wait? If Chen Yu finds out his identity, he will definitely be furious. Even if he doesn't kill him, he will torture him in every way."

"Even if that's the case, exchanging you for me won't help. You don't even need to think about this solution." Feng Ye said in a deep voice, "The only thing you can do now is to give me the Fengxiang troops so that I can break out of the ambush and go to the capital to join my uncle. As long as we take over the capital, Chen Yi will agree to anything to save his life."

Yan Sikong glanced at Feng Ye and said, "Then send me back to Fengxiang. I will be in charge of deploying the troops in Fengxiang."

Feng Ye patted Yan Sikong's face gently: "What tricks are you trying to play now?"

"Are you scared?"

"I should ask you this question." Feng Ye approached Yan Sikong and looked at his lips, which were pale and cracked, not even close to the red and plump appearance of the past, but he still couldn't help but press against them. He would not admit who had kept him awake at night for the past two months of separation. He only knew that he wanted to do this now, and he was the wolf king, the master here, so he could do this.

Yan Sikong stretched out his hand to push him away, but Feng Ye grabbed his wrist and sucked hard on his lips. He kissed so deeply and so hard, as if he wanted to tear Yan Sikong apart and eat him up. He didn't let go even though his teeth were aching.

The familiar breath penetrated into the body through the intersection of lips and teeth, paralyzing Yan Sikong's consciousness like poison. He struggled subconsciously, but was held tightly by Feng Ye until the wound was agitated and he groaned in pain.

Feng Ye let him go, licked his lips, stared into his eyes, and asked hoarsely: "Has Chen Yu kissed you?"

Yan Sikong looked at him with contempt: "You look so stupid."

Feng Ye kept holding Yan Sikong's wrist. "He must have thought about it. When he was pressing his concubine to make love, he was thinking about you. Every time he saw you, he was thinking about how to kiss you, how to hug you, and how to fuck you hard." His voice was soft, but the words he uttered were creepy. "I won't allow anyone else to think about you like this. No matter who it is, I will make him disappear from this world."

"Not everyone is as lustful as you." Yan Sikong said sarcastically.

"What a lustful person." Feng Yeman sneered indifferently, "I said before that you are like Shui Mei, and you made me like this. There is no need to talk about any relationship between you and me, but I want you. You can say that I am taking revenge on you or torturing you, but you deserve it."

Yan Sikong felt his heart trembling, and he pulled his hand back: "I'm tired."

"Then take a rest and heal your wounds." Feng Ye carefully helped Yan Sikong lie flat on the bed. "Only after you have healed your wounds will you have the strength to fight me."

Yan Sikong closed his eyes. Facing Feng Ye's aggressiveness, he couldn't say whether he was anxious, sad or regretful. Perhaps he had become numb. After accepting his destined rough fate, he had learned to resign himself to his fate no matter what quagmire he fell into.

——

After two days of rest in Fengye's camp, Yan Sikong's fever subsided and his injuries improved significantly. Today is the last day of his three-day appointment with Xu Wang, and he must return to Fengxiang with the military token.

After two days of careful consideration, Yan Sikong knew that he could only compromise with Feng Ye at this time. Otherwise, even if he had 20,000 soldiers and Fengxiang City, it would be of no avail. But these 20,000 soldiers were his now, and he did not intend to hand over the command. So Feng Ye also compromised and promised that he would not take back the military order and would not dispatch these 20,000 people without his permission.

So three days after Feng Ye withdrew his troops from Fengxiang, he led his troops back to Fengxiang, as if he had just made a fool of himself. However, the meaning of his being in Fengxiang three days ago and being in Fengxiang three days later was very different.

Xu Wang knew that he had been fooled and used by Yan Sikong, but it was too late. In order to save his life, he had no choice but to surrender.

By this time, Chen Yi should have arrived in Taiyuan. At the same time, he should have also arrived in Taiyuan because of the unusual changes in Fengxiang. The three armies of the Feng family sent to the capital should also be at the gates of the city.

The Chen Sheng Dynasty, which has dominated the country for 200 years, is experiencing unprecedented threats. Whether China will become a chaotic world with kings vying for supremacy will be decided overnight. This battle will surely shake the world.

Thousands of years later, how would the history books describe this battle? And how would they describe the people who changed the world? Yan Sikong suddenly felt insignificant. He always tried to change the fate of the world with his own strength, but in fact, he could not even control his own fate. He was like a leaf, drifting in the long river of destiny.

After gathering Feng Xiang's troops, Feng Ye prepared to march to the capital as soon as possible, but whenever he was busy or had some free time, he would appear in Yan Sikong's house.

After watching Yan Sikong apply the medicine, Feng Ye said, "We will move out tomorrow."

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye, waiting for him to continue.

"I will sacrifice one person to the army flag during this expedition."

Yan Sikong was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered someone he had almost forgotten.

"Yuan Shaoxu's crime is unforgivable and he should be punished according to military law." Feng Ye observed Yan Sikong's expression.

"No." Yan Sikong said, "If you want to kill him, wait for Quewang to come back."

"I don't need anyone's consent to kill anyone." Feng Ye narrowed his eyes. "Do you want to plead for him?"

"No, but I promised Que Wang to spare his life." Yan Sikong frowned, "Why not hand him over to Que Wang for disposal?"

"You are just begging for mercy for him." Feng Ye sneered, "This is not the attitude of begging. Besides, the military has its own laws. I will not show favoritism to anyone. If I don't kill him, how can I appease the anger of the people?"

"I didn't say you can't kill him. At least wait for Que Wang to come back." He didn't want Yuan Shaoxu to have a grudge against him because of this.

"You..." Feng Ye was about to say something when there was a sudden noise from outside.

Then, hurried footsteps and shouts were heard outside the door: "Wolf King, Wolf King, I have something important to report--"

The voice was abrupt and exciting, and Feng Ye's heart tensed: "Come in."

They both thought there was some important military intelligence, so when they saw the messenger rushing in with a happy look on his face, their hearts were in their throats.

"Congratulations, Wolf King! Congratulations, Wolf King!" The messenger knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Hurry up and tell me!" Feng Ye urged.

"Princess Yunlong is pregnant!"

Both of them looked pale.

Yan Sikong grasped the hem of his robe tightly, and his whole body seemed to be frozen. Even his breathing stopped, and perhaps his heartbeat also stopped for a moment.

The last words he heard kept replaying in his mind.

Princess Yunlong is pregnant, Feng Ye, she is going to have a child.