Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong stiffly: "You... used this name."
Yan Sikong did not answer. When he first received the letter from home asking him to name the child, he rejected Feng Ye verbally, but somehow he wrote down these two words, just because Feng Ye said "this is our child". At that time, he still had some extravagant hopes and expectations for Feng Ye. He thought that time could heal the pain and resolve the misunderstanding, but he did not expect that two years later, the two of them were drifting further and further apart, until they reached a dead end.
Wan Yang looked at Feng Ye in confusion.
Feng Ye stroked the little girl in his arms and whispered, "Jin Yu, I named you that." He didn't know whether he was talking to himself or to others. His chest rose and fell violently, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.
Yan Sikong really gave his daughter this name. He was very...
Wan Yang looked at the invisible and intangible yet secretly surging bond between the two of them and knew that the rumors were true. She had a bitter look on her face and a gray look in her eyes, which eventually turned into a mocking smile.
Yan Sikong whispered, "Madam, take the child back. I will go and apologize to you."
"Madam? When have you ever treated me as your madam?" Wan Yang said hatefully, "You made me a laughing stock, and made Jin Yu a laughing stock. When she grows up, she will bear the stigma of being the daughter of a traitor and a traitor for the rest of her life!"
"Who dares?" Feng Ye said coldly, "You are the daughter of my Feng family, and so is Jin Yu. If anyone disrespects you, I want his head!"
"Cousin, you can kill one person, but can you stop the public from talking?"
"I will kill as many as there are of them." Feng Ye said arrogantly, "Listen, you will always be the princess of Dasheng, and he is not a traitor. This child is not only your child, but also..." He looked at Yan Sikong deeply, "She is also connected to me by blood. I will make her the most noble daughter of Dasheng."
Wan Yang was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, his laughter was sad and cold: "Bloodline? Hahaha, bloodline, what a joke!" Crystal clear tears fell.
Feng Ye frowned: "What are you laughing at?"
"Madam..." Yan Sikong wanted to stop Wan Yang. At this point, the truth is no longer important, so why create more trouble.
Wan Yang gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you tell him? Why? Why didn't you tell him? Are you afraid, or are you too embarrassed? I have kept it a secret for you for so long, but now I don't have to keep it a secret anymore. It's all meaningless now."
Feng Ye asked anxiously: "Xi'er, what are you talking about? What are you hiding?"
Wan Yang said sarcastically: "This child is not ours at all."
Feng Ye was struck by lightning.
"She was bought from the countryside by She Jun." Wan Yang looked at the ignorant girl. It was clearly a mother's look, but it was also full of pain. "I never let him touch me. He married me to become a prince consort. He wanted this child to save his life. He calculated everything. He would do anything to get revenge." She turned to Yan Sikong, "Yan Sikong, aren't you afraid of retribution!"
Yan Sikong lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Retribution has come long ago.
Emperor Zhaowu sighed: "Xi'er, you are so stupid."
Wan Yang knelt down and cried, "Father, I am unfilial and believed his lies and let him leave the capital."
Emperor Zhaowu burst into tears: "No... it's my fault. I shouldn't have arranged a marriage for you."
Feng Ye froze in place, as if a sharp sword had pierced his chest, causing him to almost forget to breathe.
The child... was bought, and the two of them... are not actually husband and wife.
This is what Yan Sikong told him at the beginning, but he didn't believe it. He refused to believe a single word of it.
Is this true?
This person, from beginning to end, is he the only one?
Feng Ye felt his head buzzing and his vision went white. He stared at Yan Sikong in a daze, feeling mixed emotions.
Yan Sikong wanted to escape from here immediately, but he was so tired that he couldn't even lift his feet.
Emperor Zhaowu said in a trembling voice: "Feng Ye, you let me abdicate. I, I abdicate, and I hand Xie Zhongren over to you. Please don't kill me, and don't hurt my concubines and descendants."
Feng Ye came back to his senses, took two steps towards Yan Sikong, and opened his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.
Yan Sikong ignored Feng Ye and helped Wan Yang up: "Madam, take the child back. I will compensate you for what I owe you."
"How are you going to make amends?" Wan Yang looked at Yan Sikong resentfully. "If you want revenge, come after me and let father go."
"You go back first. I will do my best to preserve the dignity of the royal family."
Feng Ye returned the child to Wan Yang and whispered, "Si Kong..."
Yan Sikong turned a deaf ear and turned away.
Feng Ye chased out of the palace, but saw that Yan Sikong had already put on a mask. His soldiers were standing on the steps, and everyone was watching. He wanted to say something, but had to give up. His emotions were churning and his mind was in a mess.
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The Jingyuan Palace had been abandoned for too long, and the more than 200 people who once lived there had all become ghosts in the underworld. Now it was overgrown with weeds and looked dilapidated, so it would take time to repair and clean it up.
So the group returned to the inn first.
As soon as they arrived at the inn, Feng Ye dragged Yan Sikong into the room and tore off his mask without saying a word.
Yan Sikong stretched out his hand to grab it, but Feng Ye dodged it.
"Give it to me." Yan Sikong said, "Now I understand why Quewang has been wearing it all the time." The mask was like a piece of armor. When he shrank inside it, he could hide his ruthlessness and anxiety from others. If he took it off, he would have to face this disastrous world and the people with ulterior motives nakedly, which was really terrifying.
Feng Ye placed the mask on the table and took a deep breath: "Wan Yang... and the child..."
Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye calmly, wanting to hear what Feng Ye was going to say, but in fact, he no longer cared what it was.
"I..." Feng Ye seemed a little embarrassed, "I didn't expect it to be true."
"Really? What does it matter? I'm tired and want to rest."
Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong and said harshly: "This matter... I blamed you wrongly." He still remembered the look of Yan Sikong eager to explain when he told him about this matter, and the complete disappointment afterwards. He was overwhelmed by jealousy, and when he thought of Yan Sikong and Wan Yang having a child, he wanted to kill someone. At that time, he would not listen to anything he said.
But what Yan Sikong said was true...
Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye expressionlessly. He had thought about whether Feng Ye would regret it one day when he knew that he had misunderstood him. But now his heart was numb. Two people who were once close to each other could not regain a trace of trust even after explaining it thousands of times. They also needed others to verify it. So what was the meaning of the truth to them? He said, "Hmm," "Can I rest now?"
"Sikong..." Feng Ye gritted his teeth and said, "You concealed your marriage with Xi'er long ago, and you were determined to become a royal consort. Xi'er is... so beautiful, how could I believe it at that time..."
Yan Sikong said calmly: "No need to talk about it, it's all in the past."
Feng Ye stared blankly at the coldness and indifference on Yan Sikong's face, his heart knotted into a ball. He used to think that Yan Sikong, who was always making excuses, was too hateful, but when this person finally stopped "making excuses", he tried desperately to see even a trace of "care" on this indifferent face.
No, nothing at all, even my eyes are like a pool of stagnant water.
Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's shoulders and refused to let go: "You, you used the name Jin Yu. From beginning to end, there was only me, right?"
"Yeah, so what?" Yan Sikong mocked, "What do you want to say? Are these trivial matters important?"
"Of course it is important!" Feng Ye growled, "I have always misunderstood that it was you who got married and had children first, it was you... it was you who betrayed me first..." The more he spoke, the more suffocated he felt. In his heart, it was Yan Sikong who let him down first, so his getting married and having children was just to even things out, and even had a hint of revenge. But now Wan Yang told him in person that the two of them had never been husband and wife, and the child was adopted, just as Yan Sikong said that year, but he didn't believe it. He hasn't believed it for three years!
Yan Sikong felt that the air became thinner with Feng Ye around, making it hard for him to breathe and causing a splitting headache. He just wanted to escape from this as quickly as possible: "Feng Ye, I'm really too lazy to listen to this. Are you done?"
Feng Ye's nose was filled with sourness, and he stared at Yan Sikong with panic in his eyes: "If I knew...if I knew this, I would not marry."
"You will." Yan Sikong said softly, "There are three unfilial acts, and the worst is to have no descendants. The Feng family wants to rule the country, so there must be someone to carry on the throne."
Feng Ye gritted his teeth and said, "I have really thought about it, otherwise I would not have waited until this age."
Yan Sikong nodded perfunctorily.
"Don't you care at all?" Feng Ye's blood boiled at Yan Sikong's indifference. He said in a stern voice, "If it weren't for... if you hadn't deceived and used me many times in the past, I wouldn't have distrusted you. This wife and concubine are not what I want. I just..."
"What does it have to do with me?" Yan Sikong finally raised his head and looked directly at Feng Ye, his eyes showing no fear. "Even if you have three thousand concubines in your harem, I won't even blink an eye. Have you forgotten that you said 'Love is the end of loyalty' yourself?"
Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong stiffly.
"Go out. I still need to recuperate." Yan Sikong crossed the fence and wanted to go into the house.
Feng Ye grabbed his wrist and said harshly, "If I knew that you would only have me, I wouldn't treat you like that."
Yan Sikong pulled Feng Ye's hand away and walked straight into the inner room. When he passed through the moon-shaped door, he paused and said coldly without turning his head, "Also, don't call me 'Sikong' anymore. I'm not Yan Sikong."
Feng Ye clenched his fists. The Wolf King, who was calm and composed even in the face of thousands of troops, now had red eyes and a pale face.
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