Zhuoletai was determined to scare them out of their wits, so he sent tens of thousands of soldiers to take turns to shout at the city gates day and night. The shouting made the soldiers and civilians of Guangning panic.

Liang Huiyong and Yuan Nanyu tried their best to appease their soldiers, but many were still affected by them.

Yan Sikong knew that if this dragged on, their morale would probably dissipate faster than that of the Jin soldiers, but they were still hoping for reinforcements, so they tried to delay it for as long as possible.

But at this critical moment of life and death, a messenger from the capital risked his life to avoid the checkpoints set up by Zhuoletai and brought a despairing news to Guangning - Chen Yi had sent troops, and Feng Changyue urged Feng Ye to return to the capital immediately.

Chen Yu gathered a total of 200,000 soldiers from various places and marched towards the capital again, vowing to take back the Chen family's territory from Feng's army.

Chen Yu's move was simply taking advantage of the situation. If Feng Ye wanted to keep the capital, he had to give up Liaoning. Only if he returned to the capital could he truly gather the strength of the Feng family army. But if he left, it would only be a matter of time before Guangning fell.

This news was like adding insult to injury. It seemed that every time they thought that this step was the end of the road, there was a deeper abyss waiting ahead.

After a long silence, Liang Huiyong said softly, "Should we tell the Wolf King?"

Yuan Nanyu and Yan Sikong looked at each other, and he was also waiting for Yan Sikong to speak.

Yan Sikong said in a deep voice: "The Wolf King's condition has just stabilized, so we shouldn't worry too much. Let's... discuss countermeasures first."

Although his tone was deliberately calm, it was difficult for people to truly hide their emotions in such a tragic moment.

Liang Huiyong and Yuan Nanyu both noticed it, and actually they had the same worry as Yan Sikong - they were afraid that Feng Ye would abandon Guangning and leave.

Although Zhuoletai besieged the city, it was not difficult for him to leave while the two armies were fighting and had no time to pay attention to other things.

Half of the people in Liaodong had already died, and the remaining half was still struggling to survive. How could Feng Ye abandon the capital and everything he had fought so hard for just for Liaodong?

Liang Huiyong clenched his fist and said, "The King of Chu is so cruel. Even if he becomes the emperor, how can we expect him to stabilize the country and keep the people safe?"

Yuan Nanyu was so angry that he was shaking all over.

Yan Sikong said nothing. Chen Yi's move might cause him to lose Liaodong and the people's support, but it might allow him to gain the throne, and he knew this.

I don’t know what Shen Hexuan was doing at this moment. If he had advised Chen Yi, then he obviously failed. But would he really let Chen Yi go to this point?

Abandoning Liaodong and obtaining the throne might be the choice that Chen Yi would make, but not Shen Hexuan. However, it seems that it is too late to say anything now.

Yuan Nanyu frowned and looked at Yan Sikong: "Second brother, please say something."

Yan Sikong asked in return: "How many troops are there in Datong Prefecture?"

Yuan Nanyu thought for a moment and said, "About 40,000."

"Can we dispatch 20,000 troops from Datong Prefecture to provide assistance?"

"King Yong is now stationed in Datong. If we want to mobilize troops, King Wolf must give the order personally."

Yan Sikong nodded: "I will personally report the military situation to the Wolf King."

Liang Huiyong opened his mouth: "But..."

"The Wolf King will know sooner or later." Yan Sikong said expressionlessly, "If he...if he leaves Guangning, and Datong Prefecture refuses to come to our aid, we will have to rely on ourselves."

"I won't leave." Yuan Nanyu said firmly, "Even if I am the only one left, I will live and die with Guangning!"

——

No one knew whether it was Feng Ye's natural talent or Que Linghu's superb medical skills, but two days ago, he was still unconscious and on the verge of death, but two days later, he was able to sit up and eat.

When Yan Sikong came to see him, his face finally showed some color after a long absence.

As soon as they met, Feng Ye asked anxiously, "How is the battle going?"

"Zhuoletai ordered his men to shout at the city walls in an attempt to disrupt our army's morale. They have been shouting for a whole day and night."

Feng Ye's eyes were cold: "Let him call, and when the reinforcements arrive..."

"The reinforcements won't come." Yan Sikong said with his head down.

Feng Ye was startled and looked at Yan Sikong steadily: "...Chen Yi has sent troops." He still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, but his tone was full of affirmation that he didn't even realize.

Yan Sikong did not answer and accepted it.

Feng Ye's face was tense, and complex thoughts flashed in his deep eyes.

Chen Yu will make a comeback sooner or later, but he chose this critical moment to take advantage of the situation. This is extremely vicious.

But they were not surprised, this worst situation was one of their guesses. However, to face it, it required greater courage and a greater price than they imagined, because the long swords of the Jin soldiers were already on their necks.

Yan Sikong whispered, "General Feng is urging you to return to the capital again. I guess his words will be very harsh." He took out an unopened letter from his arms and handed it to Feng Ye.

Feng Ye paused for a moment before slowly unfolding the letter. He glanced up and down at the letter, his expression becoming increasingly gloomy.

Yan Sikong's heart was in turmoil.

Now Feng Ye is forced to make a choice between Guangning and the capital.

No one would lose the big picture for the small. Moreover, if Guangning was lost, there was still a chance to take it back, but how could a person have a second chance to take the capital in his lifetime? However, Guangning, which fell under the sabers of the Jin people, was destined to be bloodbathed. Who cared about these insignificant ants?

Feng Ye put down the letter and lowered his head in silence.

Yan Sikong raised his head and looked at Feng Ye. He couldn't ask Feng Ye to stay because if it were him, he probably wouldn't make such a loss-making choice. However, Guangning was his hometown and he couldn't give it up.

Feng Ye suddenly said, "I will write to Datong Prefecture and ask King Yong to send troops to help."

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye in astonishment: "You...you're not leaving?"

"Will you leave?" Feng Ye asked back.

Yan Sikong shook his head decisively: "No."

"Then I won't either." Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong, "I said before, no one can hurt you again as long as I'm alive."

Yan Sikong's heart trembled slightly. For the first time in such a long time, he felt that having Feng Ye by his side was... a good thing.

"As long as we defeat Zhuoletai as soon as possible, I will still have time to return to the capital. Uncle will definitely be able to hold on..." Feng Ye narrowed his eyes and looked at Yan Sikong: "Why, you seem a little surprised?"

“…”

"You thought I would abandon you?"

"I'm not sure." Yan Sikong answered honestly.

Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong in a daze, unable to hide his sorrow. He smiled bitterly and said, "You...are not sure. No matter how important I tell you you are to me, you never really believe it in your heart."

“I believe it now.”

"You believed it, and then what?" Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong stood up, walked to Feng Ye's bedside, and said calmly: "Feng Ye, you know what kind of person I am. To achieve my goal, I will do anything. You saved me and are willing to stay to save Guangning. I will agree to anything you ask me to do. Is this the answer you want?"

Feng Ye's breath was unsteady, with sadness and anger intertwined in his eyes: "What I want is your willingness."

Yan Sikong said softly: "You have seen me willingly doing this, I am afraid I can't pretend."

"Yan Sikong!" Feng Ye cried out in anger, "Even if I died for you, you would never love me again?!" He was so emotional that he pulled the wound, and he bent over in pain, with his whole face wrinkled.

“Feng Ye!” Yan Sikong rushed to the bed and supported his back. “But the wound is open? I’ll go call…”

Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's wrist with such great strength that he didn't look like someone who had just returned from the gates of hell.

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye's face, which had finally regained color, and then turned pale again, and felt annoyed. He could act like a thousand faces to a thousand people, and could say anything to please people, but why couldn't he do that to Feng Ye? Perhaps, perhaps it was because the reason they had come to this point was because of his initial deception, and he didn't want to lie to Feng Ye anymore.

Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong with red eyes and said sadly: "You care about me, do you care about me as a person, or do you care about the Wolf King?"

"I care about you and the Wolf King." Yan Sikong lifted his shirt and was relieved to see that there was no new blood seeping from the wound. He looked straight at Feng Ye and said hoarsely, "Feng Ye, I don't want to lie to you anymore. You said you hated me lying to you the most. If you want me to stay with you, I will stay with you. As long as you can save Liaodong, you can take my life... But I will never fall in love again. That was the biggest mistake I have ever made in my life."

Feng Ye said quietly: "The love between you and me is the biggest... mistake in your life?"

Yan Sikong was unable to answer Feng Ye's question. He felt heartbroken and in pain. Yes, that was the biggest mistake of his life, but also the best memory of his life. It was so good that someone like him didn't deserve it at all. Sure enough, God took it away very quickly.

They have gone too far, too far, and have long since lost the chance to return. If they force themselves to go back, they will only make matters worse.

"Yan Sikong, you have such a cruel heart." Feng Ye's lips trembled, "What I treasured so much, you regarded as a 'mistake' that you discarded like a piece of trash."

Yan Sikong had no intention of arguing with an injured person about who had thrown their feelings away first. He said softly, "The most important thing for you now is to take good care of your injuries. We can talk about other things after you get better."

Feng Ye held Yan Sikong's hand all the way, his eyes filled with unspeakable pain. He opened his mouth and whispered, "I want you... to kiss me."

Yan Sikong paused, then hesitantly moved closer to Feng Ye's lips and kissed him lightly.

That dragonfly-like kiss was restrained and distant.

Feng Ye felt even more grief-stricken. He recalled the time when he was shot and fell in Yan Sikong's arms. The sadness and anxiety in his eyes were the only trace of true love Yan Sikong had ever shown him since they met again.

He would rather stay at that moment forever.