The next day, Yan Sikong went into the palace alone to see Wan Yang.

No matter how unwilling he was to face it, he could not keep avoiding it. Even though they had no feelings for each other, a man was responsible for his wife and children throughout his life. In this respect, he was not like a man.

Wan Yang and his daughter both lived in Concubine Xian Gui's palace. After the Feng family fell into poverty, Concubine Xian Gui was no longer favored by Emperor Zhaowu, but she had never done anything wrong and with Wan Yang around, she still maintained the etiquette of a concubine, but it was like living in a cold palace.

Apart from the visit to the palace on the wedding day, this was the second time Yan Sikong had seen Concubine Xian Gui. Unfortunately, she had been seriously ill for a long time and was now bedridden, not even conscious.

Yan Sikong kowtowed to her solemnly.

Wan Yang took the child aside, his face cold.

Several people quietly withdrew, and Yan Sikong asked: "What disease did the noble concubine have? Is the imperial physician taking good care of her?"

Wan Yang said coldly: "Don't be so hypocritical, do you care?"

Yan Sikong lowered his head and said nothing.

Yan Jinyu looked up at Yan Sikong and said in a stuttering voice: "Are you... my father?"

Yan Sikong squatted down and touched the little girl's head: "Jinyu, I... I am." He looked at the child without any love in his heart, as if he was looking at a stranger. He had originally made up his mind not to have children in this life. He had no relatives and didn't know if he could survive tomorrow. For him, offspring were just an extra burden.

Yan Jinyu pursed her lips, hid behind Wan Yang, and whispered, "They said that Dad is a bad man."

The wet nurse pulled her over and said, "Princess, I'll take the little princess downstairs first." Then she carried her away, but she kept looking back, her eyes full of curiosity and fear.

Wan Yang's eyes were slightly red. "When She Zhun brought her here, she was so hungry that she kept crying. Her mother had no food to eat and no milk to give her. She was worried that she would die. I couldn't sleep well for several days and nights. Where were you at that time? You were planning a rebellion."

Yan Sikong said in a deep voice: "I am sorry for you in terms of our relationship as husband and wife, but your father trusted the corrupt officials and was incompetent, which caused my family and Feng Ye to be destroyed. Now he is reaping the fruits of his own actions."

"I know that my father has wronged you... Then, then we are even, how about that?" Wan Yang choked up and said, "The grudges between you and me are written off, and you don't kill him."

Yan Sikong turned his head away: "This is not something I can do..."

"I know you can!" Wan Yang said loudly, "I know you are the only one who can convince my cousin. My cousin's family was wrongly killed. My mother and I are very sad, but... but that's my father. He is not a good emperor, but he has been very fond of me since I was a child. Tell me, what can I do?"

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said, "I can't promise you this."

"You must promise me." Wan Yang took a step closer and stared at Yan Sikong, "Cousin has already got what he wanted, and the emperor is willing to abdicate, so let him live."

Yan Sikong said in a low voice: "The purpose of my life is revenge, but you want me to let go of the enemy who killed my whole family and my adoptive father, and more than 200 people in the Feng family died unjustly. What do you want to do with Feng Ye?"

"Then kill me." Wan Yang's tears rolled down. "As a subject and a son, I should serve my king and father with all my heart and soul, no matter what. I will pay for his sins with my life."

Yan Sikong sighed, "Your Highness, you know it's impossible. Not only are you the Princess of Dasheng, you're also the sister of the Wolf King. No one would touch a hair on your head."

Wan Yang said stubbornly: "If you kill my father, I will die for him. The blood of the Chen and Feng families flows in my bones, but I can only watch them fight to the death. I can't have both filial piety and righteousness. My mother and I are in too much pain. It's better to die once and for all!"

Yan Sikong said anxiously: "Your Highness, please don't be impulsive!"

Wan Yang's face was filled with pain and tears streamed down his face.

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said bitterly: "I owe others, so I owe them. Anyway, I, Yan Sikong, am not a good person, but you, you are my first wife, and also Feng Ye's sister... Well, just as you said, let me pay you back, and I will convince Feng Ye." He knew that Feng Ye hated Emperor Zhaowu so much that he had no intention of letting this tyrant go. He had also fantasized about killing the emperor for many years, but now... now he can only convince Feng Ye with the overall situation and Wan Yang.

Wan Yang choked up and said, "Okay, as long as you can save my father's life, we'll both be in."

Yan Sikong bowed deeply to Wan Yang and said, "Your Highness, please take care of yourself." He bowed and walked out.

——

After returning to the inn, the guard told Yan Sikong that Feng Ye was looking for him and said he had something important to discuss.

Yan Sikong didn't know whether it was related to Yuan Nanyu, and his heart immediately became worried, so he hurried to see Feng Ye.

As soon as he entered the room, Feng Ye's eyes were deeply fixed on Yan Sikong, and his eyes were unfathomable.

Yan Sikong asked hurriedly, "Is there any news about the forgotten one?"

Feng Ye shook his head: "No news at this time is the best news."

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said, "That makes sense."

"You went to see Xier."

"Yes." Thinking of Wan Yang, Yan Sikong felt a little tired.

"She begged you to persuade me not to kill the dog emperor."

"Now that you have guessed it, what are your plans?"

Feng Ye sneered: "The dog emperor is jealous of my Feng family army, so he can't distinguish right from wrong. He allowed Xie Zhongren to frame my father and wrongly killed more than 200 people in the Feng family. Even if he dies a thousand times, it will not be enough to eliminate the hatred in my heart."

"He caused my family to be destroyed twice. I have been thinking about revenge for twenty years." Yan Sikong said sadly, "But Wan Yang wants to take his life..."

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Her life is not as valuable as she thinks."

"But regicide will bring eternal damnation. Moreover, he has already opened the city to surrender. If you still don't spare his life, you will be criticized by the world."

Feng Ye frowned. The king is the son of God, and his divine power is inviolable. No matter how incompetent the monarch is, regicide is worse than patricide. It is a great act of disloyalty and injustice in any dynasty. How many people have the courage to bear such a bad reputation?

"In the past twenty years, there has not been a day that I didn't want him to die. I even wanted him to die a miserable death." Yan Sikong said harshly, "But, if you kill him, you will give others a handle. Even if you support the Thirteenth Prince, everyone in the world will have a reason to rebel against you."

Feng Ye closed his eyes and clenched his fists tightly.

"I have a plan."

"say."

"She Jun told me that there is a kind of poison in the underworld. If people put it in food every day, they will slowly weaken and die in a few years, but their pulse cannot be detected."

"Is it necessary?" Feng Ye snorted coldly, "Look at how fat and bloated he is. His body has long been poisoned by alcohol and sex. He won't live for many years."

"……Too."

"Until the situation stabilizes, I will not kill him. I will temporarily imprison him in the palace. The Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Internal Affairs are preparing for the new emperor to ascend the throne."

Yan Sikong nodded.

Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong: "Xi'er begged you for a few words, and you gave up your revenge. How do you make me feel?"

"You can think whatever you want." Yan Sikong said, "I will leave now if there is nothing else."

"You are not allowed to leave." Feng Ye stood up and walked to Yan Sikong's side. "What else did you say to Xi'er?"

"Only this."

"I don't believe it." Feng Ye said, "After all, you are husband and wife, living under the same roof for many years. You treat her, and she treats you, is there really nothing wrong with you?"

"Yes, we are husband and wife, so it is natural whether we have it or not." Yan Sikong turned around and wanted to leave.

Feng Ye grabbed his waist from behind and locked him tightly in his arms.

"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong wanted to break free, but was imprisoned by Feng Ye.

"I'm really happy..." Feng Ye took a deep breath and whispered in his ear, "When I know you still belong to me alone."

Yan Sikong said coldly: "I don't belong to you, nor to anyone else."

"You are mine. You promised me that. Don't ever think of denying it."

"I promised Feng Ye, not the Wolf King."

Feng Ye's body stiffened, and Yan Sikong took the opportunity to struggle to break free from his grip.

Yan Sikong turned around, looked directly at Feng Ye, and said coldly: "I said before, in my heart, Feng Ye is already dead, you are just the Wolf King."

Feng Ye was a little angry out of shame: "There is only one me in this world. Feng Ye is me, and the Wolf King is also me. The Feng Ye who used to obey you in everything was strangled to death by you!"

"So I am willing to be buried with him." Yan Sikong sneered, "I can go down and accompany him anytime."

"You..." Feng Ye gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, I was wrong to blame you for the matter of Wan Yang and the child, but this is the only thing that needs to be done. Now that I have achieved my wish and entered the capital, you have made an invaluable contribution. I would like to cancel out the past and let it go."

Yan Si was so angry that his heart and lungs seemed to burst. He said sarcastically: "The Wolf King is really generous and humble."

"What else do you want from me!" Feng Ye's eyes were red, Yan Sikong's stubborn look made him at a loss, "In the past, you owed me everything, you have admitted it yourself, now I am in power, I can give you anything you want, I am willing to stop arguing with you, you, you should be grateful!"

Yan Sikong laughed: "Yes, I am grateful."

"Don't laugh!" Feng Ye growled, "What do you want? Don't push your luck!"

Yan Sikong stopped laughing, but there was still a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth: "I dare not, I just want peace and quiet, I hope the Wolf King will grant me that."

"You..." Feng Ye was so angry that his face turned blue.

Yan Sikong bowed, turned around, and left without looking back.