Upon hearing the news, Yan Sikong rushed to see Feng Ye, and saw a servant coming out of the house carrying a basin of blood with a cloth soaked in it. His head was buzzing, and the image of Feng Ye being shot by an arrow and falling in his arms appeared before his eyes. He was so scared that his legs began to tremble.

He rushed into the room and saw Feng Ye sitting on the couch with white cloth wrapped around his chest. Bright red blood was visible from the place where the arrow had pierced, and the wound had almost healed!

When he saw Yan Sikong, Feng Ye's dull eyes brightened.

The doctors surrounding the bed retreated one after another. Yan Sikong walked to the bed and gritted his teeth and asked, "What's going on?"

"I haven't run a horse race for a long time. Zuihong was too excited." Feng Ye said lightly, "I fell down without paying attention."

"How can you go horse racing when you are injured?" Yan Sikong turned around and glared at Feng Ye's personal guards, shouting, "How do you serve the King of Zhenbei?!"

Several guards knelt down hurriedly: "We deserve to die."

"Forget it, don't blame them." Feng Ye raised his chin, "Everyone, leave."

Everyone in the room rushed out.

Yan Sikong frowned and looked at Feng Ye, his expression changing from gloomy to bright.

"Please sit down." Feng Ye patted the side of the bed.

Yan Sikong sat over and said in a deep voice: "As the lord of the four prefectures in the northern border, you shoulder heavy responsibilities. How can you do such a rash thing?"

"Okay, uncle just left and has already taught me a lesson." Feng Ye stretched out his hand and stroked Yan Sikong's cheek. "You will be fine after resting for a while." His face was very pale, but his eyes were unusually bright and energetic.

Yan Sikong looked at the glaring bloodstain on Feng Ye’s chest and remained silent.

Feng Ye said softly, "I have sent people to the Medicine Valley to prepare the best burn ointment and internal medicine. You must use it on time."

"No need. Quewang gave me a prescription. I've been taking it for a while and I feel very healthy."

"...He knew." Feng Ye was furious, "He knew, but he helped you hide it from me."

"I told him not to say it." Yan Sikong didn't want to talk about it any more. "I've recovered a long time ago. You need to get better soon too. You were just promoted to the title, and the people in the northern border are still waiting to welcome the new master."

Feng Ye turned a deaf ear to him and just stared at Yan Sikong, saying softly: "Burning is the worst punishment in the world. You suffered so much and I was not by your side. You must have hated me at that time."

Yan Sikong said calmly: "If I hated you, I wouldn't do such a thing."

Feng Ye smiled and nodded: "You don't hate me, you are just extremely disappointed in me and would rather die than see me again." Whenever he thought of Yan Sikong's mood when he walked into the sea of ​​fire, and the pain of burning day and night, it made him feel heartbroken. He didn't even dare to recall what he had done to force the person he loved to go to that step.

The one who deserves the most damnation is obviously himself.

Yan Sikong had no intention of complaining about himself. Although he did have such thoughts at that time, he said calmly, "It's all in the past."

"I can't get over it." Feng Ye stared into Yan Sikong's eyes, shook his head slowly, and said hoarsely, "I will never get over it."

“…”

Feng Ye wanted to say something, but suddenly frowned and a trace of pain appeared on his face, obviously the wound was agitated.

Yan Sikong hurriedly said, "It's time for you to rest." He supported Feng Ye and carefully made him lie flat on the bed.

Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's hand and stared at him without blinking: "Kong'er, can you stay with me?" His eyes and tone were pleading.

Yan Sikong sighed secretly and nodded.

Feng Ye brought Yan Sikong's hand to his lips and kissed it softly, cherishing it as if he was holding some rare treasure.

When those soft lips left patches of warmth on his skin, Yan Sikong felt his heart filled with sadness.

"I didn't treat you well." Feng Ye said with infinite regret, "No one in this world cares about you. Even I didn't treat you well, and you suffered so much."

Hearing this, Yan Sikong unconsciously clenched his fists, so tightly that Feng Ye's hands hurt.

But Feng Ye did not force his hand open. He continued to kiss it gently, kissing the back of his hand, his finger bones, and his joints. Gradually, the hand relaxed and stretched out naturally, and Feng Ye's kiss extended to his palm and even to his fingertips.

Yan Sikong's hands were trembling, just like his heart was trembling.

"What should I do to make you happy?" Feng Ye put his cheek against Yan Sikong's palm and rubbed it gently. He murmured, "No matter where you want to go, what you want, or what you want to do, what should I do to make my Kong'er laugh sincerely? Even if... it's not for me."

Yan Sikong whispered, "I hope you... take good care of your injuries, be a good King of Zhenbei, and don't let down the expectations of the four prefectures in the northern border."

"Okay, I'll do whatever you want." Feng Ye closed his eyes, his face pressed against Yan Sikong's hand, as if he was also pressing against the other's heart. There were some crystal tears on his eyelashes. "You always think about others in your heart, but have you ever thought about yourself?"

"I... don't need anything." He no longer had any desires.

Feng Ye's lips trembled slightly, but in the end he said nothing. He just held Yan Sikong's hand like a drowning man holding onto a piece of driftwood.

——

A few days after Feng Ye was canonized, Zhuoletai sent a congratulatory letter from Chahar, congratulating Feng Ye and apologizing to Feng Ye, saying that Sarin was willful and took her and Feng Ye's son back to Chahar without permission, but Chahar would treat the little prince like a prince, so Feng Ye could rest assured.

Nada Khan might not be unaware that Fengze was not Sarin's son, but this congratulatory message was a response to Feng Ye's request for Fengze. As they expected, Nada Khan would never return Fengze. It was unlikely in the past, and it was even more impossible now that the Wolf King became the King of Zhenbei.

Feng Ye had no choice but to accept the reality. He had just been enthroned and had not yet established a firm foothold in the northern border. He could only appease Chahar and must not turn against him. After he truly ruled the northern border, he would probably have to make plans for Feng Ze's future as Yun Long had planned.

However, the most important thing at this time is still recuperation.

Ever since he fell off his horse that day, Feng Ye's injuries have recurred. Although the injuries are not serious, the wounds are difficult to heal, and he is back to the time when he needs help in everything. Rumors about his injuries spread in Datong again.

Yan Sikong would go and watch Feng Ye eat, take medicine, and change the dressing every day. If he didn't go, Feng Ye would not cooperate. As long as he went, even if the two of them only said a few words, or didn't talk at all, as long as he was by his side, Feng Ye would feel at ease.

Yan Sikong felt that Feng Ye's dependence on him was becoming more and more like a child, which made him helpless.

That day, he had just finished dining with Feng Ye and was about to return to his own villa when he was stopped by the guards, who said that Feng Changyue had called him in for questioning.

Since Feng Changyue returned to Datong, the two had only met once when Feng Ye greeted him in front of the mansion. He knew that Feng Changyue neither liked nor despised him, so if he was summoned now, it would probably not be a good thing.

But Yan Sikong was calm and followed calmly.

Feng Changyue has worked too hard in recent years and his temples have turned white. He used to be a brave general on the battlefield, but now he is old and frail, which is really a pity.

Yan Sikong cupped his hands and said, "I have met General Feng before."

Feng Changyue said coldly: "Taifu Yan is one of the three highest officials in the country, so you should consider it as me bowing to you." Although he said this, he didn't even plan to stand up.

Yan Sikong chuckled: "The emperor has changed, so the three dukes and nine ministers are naturally of no use. I am nothing now."

"Even if you are not the 'King of the Wall', you are still the top strategist under the King of Zhenbei. To say you are 'nothing' is a bit too modest."

Yan Sikong really didn't want to have a verbal fight with Feng Changyue. He had never met anyone who could beat him in a verbal battle. "I don't know why the general summoned me here."

Feng Changyue looked at Yan Sikong expressionlessly: "Feng Ye is now the King of Zhenbei, and his status is even more respected. His safety is related to the well-being of the people in the four prefectures of the northern border, and it is a top priority."

"yes."

"So if anyone does something bad to him, they must be severely punished."

"Yes." Yan Sikong was confused, not knowing what Feng Changyue wanted to say. It seemed that the implication of his words was that someone wanted to harm Feng Ye.

Feng Changyue narrowed his eyes, a little annoyed: "Do you really not know, or are you playing dumb?"

Yan Sikong frowned and said, "I really don't know what the general is talking about. I hope the general can make it clear that if anyone harms the King of Zhenbei, he must not be let off."

Feng Changyue said angrily: "One of the doctors who treated Feng Ye had a background in martial arts. He said that Feng Ye's wounds were so severe that it didn't seem like he was hit by an internal force."

Yan Sikong was shocked: "...What?!"

"You really don't know?" Feng Changyue's face was very ugly, "But when I asked him, he insisted that he fell off the horse. He is clearly covering up something. If there is any reason for him to hide the fact that someone dared to hurt him, it can only be for you, Yan Sikong!"

Yan Sikong's face was pale, and he felt dazed for a moment.

The wound from Feng Ye's arrow split open. Was it caused by... internal force?!

Feng Changyue insisted, "Who is he? Why did he assassinate the King of Zhenbei? What is your relationship with this matter? Tell me the truth!"

Yan Sikong secretly clenched his fists. Who would have the guts to assassinate the King of Zhenbei on Datong's territory? If there really was one, why wouldn't Feng Ye hack the assassin to death? What does this have to do with him...

No, maybe this matter only concerns him...

An absurd thought flashed through Yan Sikong's mind, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.