Wang Shen and Qian Cunxi divided their troops into two groups. One group destroyed the camp of Prince Ning, who was eager to return home, and the other group defeated the Eastern Royal Army, which had no intention of fighting. Feng Changyue led his troops to clean up the area again, completely relieving the Royal Army's siege of the city.

Chen Fei and Prince Ning fled to the south and their whereabouts remain unknown to this day.

At this point, the Feng family army completely controlled the Forbidden City and stole the Chen family's supreme imperial power.

But the Wolf King, who is now able to command the emperor and make the people of the world bow down to him, has been in a coma for two days.

No matter how badly he had been injured before, he had never been so weak. This time, he was truly hurt in spirit.

When Feng Ye woke up, the room was full of people, including the imperial physician, servants, several generals, and his uncle Feng Changyue.

Deep worry was written on every face.

Feng Ye looked at them with empty eyes. After a brief moment of confusion, his memory before he fell into coma came back to him. He suddenly widened his eyes and struggled to get up from the bed.

"Wolf King!" Feng Changyue held him down, "You need to calm down now..."

"Where's Yan Sikong?" Feng Ye stared at Feng Changyue, his eyes wide open, "Where's Yan Sikong!"

Feng Changyue said sternly, "Yan Sikong is gone."

“I don’t believe it.” Feng Ye’s face was full of ferocity. The charred corpse was hovering before his eyes like a ghost, lingering in his mind. “He couldn’t have died like this. He is Yan Sikong. No one can kill him!”

"He could have killed himself!" Feng Changyue said loudly, "He is already dead. He died in the granary that he set on fire."

"That's not him!" Feng Ye yelled. He turned over and fell off the bed. When he got up, he suddenly felt something in his palm. He opened his hand and saw that it was the veil that had been burned to the size of a palm.

My heart aches.

The night he put the veil on Yan Sikong's head, he thought in his heart that this was the only person he really wanted to marry in his life. Yan Sikong was obviously unwilling at the time, but she always carried the veil with her, when she ran away, when she was tortured, and when she went to the enemy camp alone, as if it was... as a token of their relationship.

All the resentment and hatred he had towards Yan Sikong in his half life actually came from Yan Sikong's ruthlessness and disloyalty towards him, but was Yan Sikong really ruthless?

Yan Sikong risked his life to rob the prison to save him, named the child Jinyu, helped him achieve success in his career, and even at the end, set the fire to clear all obstacles for him. Is Yan Sikong heartless?

Or... he was blinded by hatred.

He didn't dare to think about it. If Yan Sikong had always had him in her heart, how painful would Yan Sikong be for the things he had said and done?

He hurt Yan Sikong again and again. He wanted to see the same pain on Yan Sikong's face, and the same care in his eyes, but he just pushed him further and further away.

He could not do anything about the indifference and alienation, so he hurt the other party even more.

What on earth did he do?

Regret was like a bone-eating poison, gnawing at his body madly.

He must see Yan Sikong, no matter what. He wants to see Yan Sikong. He doesn't believe that Yan Sikong died just like that. If it is true, he will kill himself in King Yan's palace to get his Kong back.

He grasped the scrap of cloth tightly and was about to walk out.

Several generals stopped him and asked, "Wolf King, what are you going to do?"

"Get out of the way."

Several people knelt down and begged, "Wolf King, the Grand Tutor has passed away, please accept my condolences..."

"Shut up! He can't be dead. I don't believe it was him." Feng Ye gritted his teeth and said, "I want an autopsy. Find me the best coroner. I want an autopsy!"

"Feng Ye!" Feng Changyue said in a stern voice, "Yan Sikong is gone, why don't you give him peace?"

"I don't believe it was him." Feng Ye said loudly, "Hun'er told me it wasn't him."

"Hun'er is a wolf!"

"If that was him, Hun'er would never be disrespectful to him." Feng Ye held the veil tightly. "Hun'er smelled the veil, but didn't care about the body at all, so it couldn't be him."

"Can't you wake up yet?" Feng Changyue shouted angrily, "You have been obsessed with a man for these years and refused to marry and have children. You have become a big joke known to everyone in the world. You are the only bloodline left in the Feng family, and you are the only son of Prince Jingyuan. Are you worthy of your father and mother, and are you worthy of the ancestors of the Feng family?"

Feng Ye looked back and said viciously: "It was this man who rescued me from the imperial prison, it was this man who helped me capture the city and planned for me, it was this man who sent my Feng family into the Forbidden City!"

Feng Changyue was so angry that his beard trembled.

Feng Ye's eyes were filled with tears, and he trembled as he said, "Uncle, I owe Yan Sikong too much. If he dies, I can't live either. No matter where he goes, even to the underworld, I will find him!"

Feng Changyue's face was extremely ugly. He pointed at the servant and said, "Go, find the coroner. Listen to the Wolf King and find the coroner!"

The servant turned around and rushed out.

Feng Ye closed his eyes in pain.

Feng Changyue took a deep breath, walked in front of Feng Ye, and slowed down his voice: "Feng Ye, listen to my uncle's advice. You are the Wolf King now. The entire Dasheng Kingdom is in your hands. From now on, no one will stop you from doing anything you want. In this world, the fat and the thin..."

"No one is him." Feng Ye said coldly and strode out.

By the time the servants brought the coroner over, Feng Ye had calmed down a lot.

He believed in his intuition. He could feel that Yan Sikong was still alive and that there was still a breath belonging to Yan Sikong in this world. Feng Hun tore and bit the corpse. If that was really Yan Sikong, why would Hun'er be like that?

So it couldn't be Yan Sikong. His Kong was resourceful and it was impossible for him to leave so easily.

Feng Ye took a deep breath and opened the door.

On the table in the middle of the room, a human figure covered with white cloth floated up. Feng Ye suddenly found it difficult to breathe. He endured the excruciating pain and walked over step by step.

The servants called the best coroner in the Dali Temple. The coroner came in respectfully, carrying a large wooden box. He kowtowed to Feng Ye first, and then to the corpse.

At this time, Yuan Nanyu also appeared. He seemed to have lost a lot of weight overnight. His eyes were swollen and bloodshot, his face was haggard and pale, and he reeked of alcohol, with a jug of wine in his hand.

Feng Ye avoided Yuan Nanyu. He didn't want to see that face. He was afraid to see that face.

Yuan Nanyu walked to the table and lifted the white cloth tremblingly.

"This is not Kong'er, it must not be." Feng Ye said in a hoarse voice.

"I don't believe it either." Yuan Nanyu said with tears in his eyes, "So many people want to kill my second brother, but he is very strong. How could he die so easily?"

Feng Changyue said in a deep voice: "Coroner, the Wolf King wants to verify the identity of this charred corpse. Is it Master Yan? Do you have any way?"

The coroner hung his head and said in fear: "I performed autopsies mostly to investigate cases. If there is no case, then there is no clue at all. Moreover, the body has been burned like this, it is really..."

"I don't care what method you use." Feng Ye said in a deep voice, "You have to find out whether he is Yan Sikong!"

"This..." The coroner was puzzled, "Does Master Yan have any characteristics? For example, for example..."

"He was caned."

The coroner said with a bitter face: "Wolf King, redemption, it has been burned like this, the features of the flesh are really hard to identify, it must be... on the bones."

"He never broke a bone."

“Then…then…”

Feng Changyue said: "First try it according to your method and see what you can find out."

The coroner nodded tremblingly, opened the box, took out his usual tools, and began to perform the autopsy.

Feng Ye couldn't bear to look and had to turn away. He listened to the sound of the knife cutting skin and grinding bones, and felt like it was cutting into his heart.

Yuan Nanyu also turned around and sat on the doorstep, drinking wine sip by sip.

After a long time, the coroner said, "Your Highness, Wolf King, I have discovered something."

Feng Ye turned around abruptly, suppressing his fear and saying, "Speak!"

The coroner was so frightened by Feng Ye's ferocious appearance that he was like a trapped beast that he was shaking all over. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and said reluctantly, "This man was not burned to death."

Hearing this, Yuan Nan stood up excitedly.

Feng Ye's eyes widened and he strode over: "You... are you telling the truth?"

"It's true. Actually, when I saw the man's body stretched out, I had some doubts. Being burned by fire must be extremely painful, and the body must be curled up. To confirm, I cut open the man's throat. Although the man's body was burned beyond recognition, his throat was dry and clean, proving that he had already died before the fire."

Feng Ye's face showed a trace of madness: "Did you hear it? Uncle, Qu Wang, did you hear it? This is not Kong'er. Qu Yan said that Kong'er walked into the fire by himself. This man is obviously dead. He is not Kong'er!"

However, there was no joy on Feng Changyue and Yuan Nanyu's faces.

Feng Changyue said in a deep voice: "Wolf King, please forgive me for being frank, but maybe he didn't want to suffer the pain of being burned by the flames, so he killed himself..."

"Nonsense!" Feng Ye was furious, "Uncle has always looked down on him and hated him, so he wanted him dead!"

Feng Changyue sighed heavily: "It's true that I don't like him, but seeing you like this, how could I possibly wish him dead? I wish he were alive right now, but you are too sad now and have lost your judgment."

Feng Ye turned to Yuan Nanyu: "Quewang, you tell me, you tell me!"

Yuan Nanyu stammered, "I... I don't know..."

"This is clearly not Yan Sikong. Qu Yan said he walked in alive. This man is already dead. He is not Yan Sikong."

Yuan Nanyu looked at Feng Ye, his eyes misty, his voice filled with sorrow: "Feng Ye, have you ever thought about why your second brother was so determined to die?"

Feng Ye froze.

Yuan Nanyu covered his eyes with one hand, tears streaming down his fingers: "Qu Yan has escaped, second brother, he could have escaped...why, why didn't he come back..."

Feng Ye staggered back two steps. He held onto the door, but still could hardly support his falling body, and he slowly sat down on the ground.

He thought of the letter Yan Sikong left for him. Although the letter was written to him, there was not a single word about the two of them. It was all about advising him not to usurp the throne, how to assist in government affairs, how to command the army, and how to employ people. Looking at that letter now, it seemed like a last word.

Is his free time unwilling to come back?

Would you rather suffer the pain of burning in flames than live anymore and go back to him?

You clearly said that you didn't hate me, so why didn't you want to come back? Did you really hate me so much in your heart that you no longer had the slightest hope for me?

Are you taking revenge on me with this decision?

Feng Ye burst into tears. Whenever he thought of Yan Sikong's despair and frustration, he wished he could kill himself. His sanity was on the verge of collapse.

"Wolf, Wolf King..." the coroner said cautiously, "I have one more thing to report."

Feng Changyue said in a low voice: "Speak."

"This person did not commit suicide."

Feng Ye was shocked and Yuan Nanyu also raised his head.

The coroner continued, "The fatal wound was between the first and second ribs on the left side. The stab went in from the front and there are scars on the ribs. If someone wanted to commit suicide, they would not stab such an awkward position."

Feng Ye climbed up from the ground, his voice so hoarse that it almost lost the sound of a human being: "This man...did not commit suicide."

"Replying to Wolf King, no."

Yuan Nanyu's face finally showed a hint of light: "No, it's not suicide!"

Feng Ye was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up: "This man must not be Yan Sikong, he didn't commit suicide. Qu Yan said that Sikong walked into the fire by himself, he was clearly alive at that time, and he didn't commit suicide. He must have escaped, he must have!"

Feng Changyue frowned and said earnestly, "Wolf King, it's not that your uncle intends to make you sad. I just don't want you to hold out for nothing. These two points are not enough to prove that he is not Yan Sikong. He is in the enemy camp and there is a possibility that he will be killed. Besides, there is also Xipa."

Feng Ye turned a deaf ear to them. He looked at the veil in his hand and said firmly, "He must have been rescued. I can feel that he is still alive. He must be alive."

Feng Changyue looked at Feng Ye's seemingly crazy appearance, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Finally, he shook his head and sighed.

Feng Ye was like grabbing a life-saving straw, refusing to let go: "Quewang, go and interrogate Qu Yan and his men carefully, and then send people to search, check, and look for him. Yan Sikong must still be alive!"

Yuan Nanyu dropped the wine bottle: "Yes!"

Feng Ye lifted up the white cloth and covered the charred corpse with it.

This is not Kong'er. His Kong should be living somewhere. He will definitely find his Kong, no matter where he goes!