Yuan Nanyu had a very long dream. He was standing in a simple courtyard. There was a tall ginkgo tree in the courtyard. In autumn, the ground was covered with golden leaves.

A young couple was snuggling under the tree and chatting. Next to them, a boy and a girl were dancing with swords. There was a simple tree house on the ginkgo tree. Two children were climbing up and down the trunk as nimble as two monkeys. Their laughter echoed in the yard for a long time, but Yuan Nanyu just couldn't see everyone's faces clearly.

Yuan Nanyu wanted to get closer, even wanted to climb up the tree to have a look, but as soon as he walked over, the scene in front of him changed instantly, he was already standing on the top of the city, the dark and overwhelming barbarian army was approaching, the brutal murderous aura filled the air, making his heart and lungs tighten. When thousands of arrows flew towards him, he found that he could not move at all, and could only close his eyes in fear.

The expected pain of being pierced by thousands of arrows did not come. He opened his eyes and saw a long road with no end in sight. There were prisoners in shackles and tattered clothes all around. They were escorted by officers and soldiers, walking forward step by step, decadently. Among them was a skinny young man, his back was so familiar.

Yuan Nanyu chased after him, grabbed the boy's shoulders and turned his body over.

The young man raised his head. He had a handsome face and bright eyes, but on his left forehead there was a hideous, bloody word "prisoner". The burnt flesh had already rotted and was oozing with smelly pus.

That familiar face made Yuan Nanyu at a loss.

The next moment, a deep ravine appeared on the ground. His feet were empty and his body fell heavily. The huge ginkgo tree began to drop thousands of golden leaves, each of which turned into a familiar picture. Everything he could remember since he was a child, rained down on his head as the sky and the earth collapsed. Those pictures, those sounds, those joys and pains, poured in and completely drowned him in the abyss.

"Ah——" Yuan Nanyu let out a scream and his body twitched violently on the bed.

The imperial physician and servants guarding him were startled.

The imperial physician hurriedly said, "Quick, hold down the general!"

Everyone rushed up, trying to pin down Yuan Nanyu's limbs, but he was so strong that he threw a sturdy male servant to the ground. Everyone was scared to death when they saw him yelling like a madman in his dream.

The imperial physician held up a silver needle and gently inserted it into Yuan Nanyu's Qiaogong and Baihui acupoints. Only then did Yuan Nanyu's frenzy gradually subside.

Feng Ye rushed in upon hearing the noise and pushed the door open: "How is the general?"

The imperial physician wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "The general had a nightmare and should be waking up soon."

As expected, Yuan Nanyu stopped screaming and twitching. His eyelids kept trembling slightly, as if he was really about to wake up.

The imperial physician quickly pulled out the silver needles from the two acupoints.

Feng Ye waved his hand: "Go away." He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at Yuan Nanyu with a frown.

Not long after, Yuan Nanyu slowly opened his eyes. His gaze changed from confusion to clarity, and then from clarity to gloom. Finally, his eyes were filled with painful struggle until they became empty.

Feng Ye said: "You are awake. You just escaped from the enemy camp today, I should let you rest for one more day..."

Yuan Nanyu turned his head slightly and looked at Feng Ye in a daze. Suddenly, without any warning, tears flowed from his eyes.

Feng Ye asked puzzledly: "What's wrong? You're only slightly injured, it's okay." He opened his mouth to call for the imperial physician, but Yuan Nanyu grabbed his wrist and held it tightly and hard, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to crush his wrist bone.

"I remember now." Yuan Nanyu stared at Feng Ye absentmindedly, his voice full of pain, "I remember...everything."

Feng Ye stared at Yuan Nanyu: "Quewang, what are you talking about?"

Yuan Nanyu's face was covered with tears, and his voice was trembling: "I remember everything... He is... He is my second brother..."

He remembered everything. He remembered that he was the youngest son of the Yuan family. He remembered the boy who looked like him and was picked up from the street by his father when he was nine years old. He remembered that they grew up together, that his father was wrongly murdered, and that he was exiled for taking the blame for Yan Sikong...

He remembered everything from the past to the present.

For many years, "Yuan Nanyu" has been like a lonely soul lurking in this flesh. He can clearly feel the existence of his past self, but he can't communicate with it no matter what. He wears a mask, and he lives like a mask. He takes off the mask on his face, but he can't take off the mask on his soul, because he has no memory of this face. He doesn't know how this face was born, how it grew up, how it experienced joy and sorrow, how it loved and hated, and how it loved and hated. "Quewang" is like a stranger, occupying this body forcefully, but never belonging to it.

Until this moment, he remembered everything. He remembered where he came from, his home, his relatives, and who he was. It was as if he had gone through a long journey and finally his soul and body had returned to one.

Feng Ye froze and even forgot to breathe for a moment.

Yuan Nanyu struggled to get up from the couch, stretched out his hand to grab Feng Ye's collar, and shouted in a crying voice: "He is my second brother, he is Yan Sikong! He is Yan Sikong!"

The color on Feng Ye's face instantly faded away, and his heart felt as if it was hollowed out. A heart full of regrets came flooding over him, almost drowning him.

Yan Sikong, Yan Sikong, Yan Sikong.

From the beginning to the end, it was all his Sikong, his...Konger.

In fact, he had doubts long ago, or rather, he had never really believed Yuan Shaoxu's words in his heart, especially when Yan Sikong mentioned the oath he made when he was young...

The boy who had been his childhood sweetheart, his unparalleled intelligence, his temper, his smile, his demeanor, were not consistent with Que Wang. It was clearly Yan Sikong, who was with him day and night, who was more like "Yan Sikong".

But he didn't want to believe it. His heart was filled with resentment. He didn't want to think that the scheming, unscrupulous, insidious and cunning Yan Sikong, the Yan Sikong who betrayed him, deceived him and abandoned him, was his childhood companion. He looked for excuses to make himself firmly believe that Que Wang was the "Yan Sikong", as if only Yan Sikong who was not "Yan Sikong" could explain all that made him suffer.

But that was Yan Sikong. His eyes, his ears, and even his brain were deceiving himself, but his heart could not be deceived. The one he cared about, the one he loved, the one he was obsessed with, was only one person in the world, no matter what that person's name was.

Yuan Nanyu pounded his aching head: "Big brother deceived us... Why did big brother do such a thing... He is Yan Sikong, he is Yan Sikong, I volunteered to take the blame for him, he endured humiliation for twenty years to avenge my father, but I misunderstood him and didn't believe him, why didn't I think of it earlier!"

Feng Ye felt heartbroken.

What did he do? He forced Yan Sikong to deny his name and everything about himself. He humiliated him, scolded him, and tortured him. He found an excuse to vent his resentment. He felt that he was just taking revenge on a scheming, cold-blooded liar.

The real liar was Yuan Shaoxu. It was he who confused right and wrong and swapped the identities of the two brothers. Even the fact that Yan Sikong was colluding with the enemy seemed strange when you think about it now.

Ever since he learned about Wan Yang and the child, he had actually regretted it. All the things that had made him angry and resentful of Yan Sikong collapsed in front of him one after another. To this day, he no longer knew what was true and what was false.

Feng Ye's face turned pale.

If...if Yan Sikong had never betrayed him, but had always been helping him...

But what did he do? He repeatedly, repeatedly, repeatedly suspected him, humiliated him, used him, hurt him, and even married him, took concubines, and had children...

Yan Sikong never betrayed their feelings, it was he who betrayed their feelings.

It's him.

Feng Ye felt like his heart was about to be crushed. He staggered to his feet, but his legs were barely able to support him, and he nearly fell to the ground. He grabbed the bed curtain tightly, and said incoherently: "Kong...my Kong'er...I...I want to kill Yuan Shaoxu, I want..."

Yuan Nanyu stared at Feng Ye's panicked back and choked up, "Shouldn't I be the one that the Wolf King should blame the most?"

Feng Ye's figure shook.

Yuan Nanyu gritted his teeth and said, "Why can't you recognize the person you spend every day with?"

These words are like thousands of swords piercing through your chest.

Yuan Nanyu cried, "I am also a bastard. My second brother was devoted to me, but I always doubted him, misunderstood him, and left him alone in the enemy camp. He became like this in order to avenge my father, but I thought he was not upright enough..."

Feng Ye gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to save him. No matter what the cost, I'm going to save him."

Now he just wanted to hold his Kong'er tightly in his arms, tell him how much regret and guilt he had, and that he would definitely rescue the person. He had everything now, and he could give his Kong'er everything, and they could start all over again!

Yuan Nanyu said fiercely: "Wolf King, let me be the vanguard, I want to charge into the Chu army camp, I want to rescue my second brother, I want to kill Chen Yu with my own hands!"

At this moment, a guard rushed into the palace, not even caring about the late night etiquette, and shouted: "Wolf King, good news, good news——"

Feng Ye said in a sharp voice: "What good news? Tell me quickly!"

Could it be that Yan Sikong escaped back?

"Chu army, Chu army..." the guard was so excited that he couldn't speak clearly, "The grain and straw were burned!"

Feng Ye and Yuan Nanyu looked at each other and guessed that it must have been Yan Sikong who did it.

Isn't it God who helps them?

Feng Ye wiped his face, his eyes were filled with deep pain and crazy murderous intent, as creepy as a wolf: Now is the right time to defeat the Chu army, Que Wang, lead 30,000 soldiers as the vanguard and rush to the Chu army camp as soon as possible, I will follow with the main army! "

"Yes!" Yuan Nanyu got out of bed, wearing armor and carrying a sword, with a murderous aura.

The Chu army's food and grass were burned, and their morale must have been in chaos. Although they were dispatched in a hurry, their strength was twice that of Chen Yi. They must rescue Yan Sikong and kill Chen Yi without leaving a single trace!

"Someone, change clothes!" Feng Ye yelled.

The servant ran over carrying heavy armor and put the armor and helmet on the wolf king.

Feng Ye clenched his fists, his eyes were determined and his anger was strong, like a blazing fire.

Kong'er, wait for me, I will come to save you now, I will give you justice, even if the greatest injustice is caused by me, I will do my best to repay you, I will treat you well.

We will never be apart again in this life.