After meeting Yunlong, Yan Sikong already had an idea in his mind and needed to discuss it with Feng Ye, but the servants told him that Feng Ye had gone to see the young master.

When Yan Sikong found Feng Ye, he saw him standing in front of the small wooden bed, watching him motionlessly.

Hearing footsteps, Feng Ye looked up at Yan Sikong and motioned him to come over.

Yan Sikong walked over quietly and saw a little baby sleeping in the small wooden bed. His eyelids were a little red and swollen, obviously he had just cried. Feng Ye's appearance could be vaguely seen on his delicate face. When he grew up one day, he would definitely have a handsome appearance that would captivate everyone.

Feng Ye said softly: "He was still awake just now, he was not afraid of me at all, he called me dad..." His eyes gradually dimmed, "Then he asked me for his brother and mother."

Yan Sikong sighed softly: "Let the princess come and see the prince."

Feng Ye said coldly: "She has already given Ze'er away, how dare I hand Yue'er over to her?"

"No matter what, she is the prince's biological mother, and the prince needs his mother right now."

"She won't be soon. I'm going to divorce her."

"... Let's go back and talk, so as not to wake the prince up."

The two returned to the room, and Feng Ye asked, "What did you talk to her about?"

Yan Sikong took a deep breath, stared at Feng Ye, and said, "You should know in your heart that it is almost impossible for us to take the little prince back."

Feng Ye lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"If you and I were the Khan, I would definitely seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and use your power to strengthen myself. He would not return the little prince to me."

"I have sent people to Chahar." Feng Ye said in a deep voice.

"It's useless." Yan Sikong shook his head and sighed, "You know how you feel."

Feng Ye clenched his fists, his expression cold and intimidating without even getting angry.

"Now that things have come to this, just accept it." Yan Sikong said, "Perhaps the young prince can really bring a hundred years of peace to the border. Perhaps this is the innate mission of the descendants of the Feng family."

Feng Ye closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "He can't walk yet, and we have never met before."

"He will not only learn to walk, but also learn to wield a sword and a gun, ride a horse and shoot an arrow, just like you. One day, you will definitely meet each other."

Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong: "If this is really his fate, then my son will become the King of Mongolia."

Yan Sikong also looked at Feng Ye: "Feng Ye, you once vowed that you would never enter the Central Plains in this life."

"Yes, but will Chen Yu let me go?" Feng Ye narrowed his eyes. "Will he honestly let me take charge of the four prefectures in the northern border? If one day he uses the power of the Central Plains to attack me, how can I be completely unprepared?"

"I know." Yan Sikong said solemnly, "If we can unite with Mongolia, we can bring true peace to the border and protect ourselves. But you must always remember the oath you made. If Chen Yi doesn't offend you, you will never offend him."

Feng Ye stared into Yan Sikong's eyes and said solemnly: "If no one offends me, I will not offend anyone."

Yan Sikong took a deep breath. Just as Yun Long said, there will be a war between the Chen family and the Feng family. Even if this generation is temporarily at peace due to mutual jealousy, what about the next generation, and the next generation? The country will eventually be unified, and the ambition is endless.

Feng Ye added: "Even so, I have never thought of sacrificing my own son. I cannot forgive what Yun Long did. I want to..."

"You can't divorce her." Yan Sikong said.

Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong with wide eyes: "Why are you helping her?"

"She means nothing to me, why should I help her? I'm doing this for you." Yan Sikong said sternly, "Divorcing her, what good will it do you, except that it will allow you to vent your anger? You and the King of Yong are in the same boat, and we will share the same fate. If you turn against each other now, you will most likely be used by Chen Yu. Besides, the prince is so young, how can he be without a mother?"

"She personally sent her own son to the barbarians as a hostage. How can such a person be a mother?"

"But Yunlong is the prince's biological mother after all. When the prince grows up, how can you let him save face? Besides, the little prince is now in Chahar, and the only person he can rely on is Sarin. She is on good terms with Sarin on the surface, which is very useful." Yan Sikong said, "If you let them go, not only can you easily take back the military power in the hands of the brave king, but you can also make him loyal to you and use him for your own purposes."

Feng Ye looked cold and shook his head: "I have done my best by sparing their lives."

"If I can't persuade you, General Feng will soon return to Datong. What will he do if you divorce him?"

Feng Ye's face changed slightly, he knew Feng Changyue would never agree to his divorce. He gave up the capital for Liaodong, which had already disappointed Feng Changyue extremely. Even though Feng Changyue was only an adopted son of his family, he was still his only elder after all. When he thought about facing Feng Changyue, his head hurt more than the wound on his chest.

Yan Sikong said softly: "The marriage between the noble families is actually an alliance. The alliance may not always be satisfactory, but as long as it is still useful, it is easy to break."

He recalled the bitter and unbearable feeling in his heart when he first heard that Feng Ye was going to get married a few years ago. Now, he has calmed down. One reason is that he doesn't want to be emotional anymore. Another reason is that he clearly sees that these "couples" born for profit have nothing to do with love. This is the case with him and Wan Yang, Chen Yu and the Princess of Chu, and Feng Ye and Yun Long. There are a few born rich girls who can give up wealth and honor like Wan Yang and wander around the world with their beloved. Although Yun Long did not easily accept her fate, she inevitably went to another extreme.

Upon hearing this, Feng Ye frowned deeply.

——

Two days later, Feng Changyue led his army back to Datong, and Chen Yu finally achieved his lifelong wish and entered the capital. When he was firmly established, he would announce to the world that Dasheng had a new ruler, and the four prefectures in the north had new kings.

Feng Ye personally greeted Feng Changyue in front of the mansion gate, but when Feng Changyue saw him, he sighed heavily, turned around and left. Feng Ye stood there with a very gloomy expression.

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Changyue's graying temples and slightly hunched back. He seemed to have aged a lot since the last time he saw him, and he felt a little sad.

That night, Feng Ye and Feng Changyue had a long talk in seclusion. The servants guarding outside the house said that they had several big arguments.

——

Yan Sikong was overwhelmed with worries and couldn't sleep all night. He finally fell asleep and slept until noon.

When he woke up, the maid had been waiting for a long time. While helping him wash up, she told him that Feng Ye was waiting for him.

He quickly washed and changed his clothes before going to see Feng Ye.

Feng Ye obviously hadn't slept all night, his eyes were light blue, and he looked tired. When the two met, he didn't wait for Yan Sikong to ask what he and Feng Changyue had talked about, and said first: "Come with me out of the city."

"Leaving the city? What for?"

"Bring Hun'er up the mountain." Feng Ye said, "I'll go find Master Deng Hai. Today is an auspicious day."

"good."

After they left the house, Yan Sikong saw the guards bringing Zuihong over. He frowned and said, "Feng Ye, your injury recurred in the past two days. Now..."

"I don't want to ride in a carriage anymore." As he spoke, he had already climbed onto the horse. Although his movements were still not as agile as before, compared to his weak appearance when he was just injured and couldn't even get out of bed, Feng Ye now finally regained the majesty of the Wolf King.

Yan Sikong had no choice but to get on the horse as well. On the accompanying carriage sat a coffin made of black rosewood with a wolf totem carved on it.

Yan Sikong looked at the coffin deeply and said silently in his heart: "Hun'er, I am here to see you off."

The group of people walked out of the city in a mighty manner.

Feng Ye and Yan Sikong rode their horses in front. Feng Ye was silent along the way.

Yan Sikong waited for a long time, but Feng Ye did not take the initiative to say anything to him, so he asked, "You talked with General Feng all night, did you come to any conclusion?"

"Take back Prince Yong's military power, and let his uncle still be in charge of Datong. However, we will not investigate anything Prince Yong and his son did in Datong," said Feng Ye.

Yan Sikong had expected this in his heart: "There's more."

"He doesn't allow me to divorce my wife." Feng Ye pursed his lips, anger swirling between his teeth.

"General Feng is naturally..."

“But I divorced her anyway.”

"What?!" Yan Sikong turned his head and looked at Feng Ye, anxiously saying, "You..."

"I went to see her in the morning." Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong quietly, "and gave her the divorce letter in person. I kept her identity and dignity as the Princess of Zhenbei, and kept it secret from the world, so that she can still enjoy all the glory and wealth, but from now on, she and I will never see each other again in life, and we will never be buried together in the same grave."

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye in surprise.

Feng Ye laughed mockingly: "Do you know what she said to me?"

“…”

"She still persuaded me to support Ze'er to be the King of Mongolia. She said that I was still young and that I should return to the Central Plains to fulfill my ambition to be an emperor. If she were not a woman, she would have been a powerful figure based on her background and ambition." Feng Ye said calmly, "But it's fortunate that she is a woman, otherwise she would have been short-lived if she was so eager for quick success."

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said, "Okay."

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong deeply and said, "Kong'er, do you really not care at all?"

"…What do you mean?"

"You ask even though you already know the answer."

Yan Sikong groaned for a moment and said, "I just want you to sit firmly on the throne of the King of Zhenbei with four fiefdoms. Other things are not important."

Feng Ye held the reins tightly: "Is power really the only thing you care about?"

Yan Sikong remained silent.