The servant brought in a chair, and Zhou Mixing stood up and gave up his seat, saying respectfully, "Prince, please take a seat."

Feng Ye waved his hands: "Oh, no need, Mr. Zhou, just sit down and put the chair here." Feng Ye pointed casually, which was next to Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong gently pushed away the woman who was resting in his arms and sat up straight.

Zhou Mixing exchanged a few polite words with Feng Ye before sitting back in his seat.

After Feng Ye sat down, the atmosphere became a little strange and everyone became much more reserved.

Zhou Mixing couldn't figure out Feng Ye's thoughts, so he had to raise his glass first to toast: "We are honored to drink with the prince. This glass of wine is to toast... to the prince for his fate of entering the wrong door but finding the right seat. How about that?"

"Okay, I'll wait for Prince Qi Jing."

Everyone raised their glasses to Feng Ye. Feng Ye picked up the wine with a smile and drank it all in one gulp. After putting the glass down, he said, "Actually, I was listening to the beautiful piano music in the room, which was so pleasing to the ears. I couldn't clap my hands outside the door, so I just wanted to come in and see who was playing it." Feng Ye's gaze drifted towards Ye Li.

Ye Li quickly stood up and bowed slightly.

Zhou Mixing looked a little embarrassed, and no one knew how to respond.

Feng Ye smiled and said, "I grew up in the military camp and have never been exposed to etiquette and music, so my behavior is inevitably rough. I hope you don't mind."

"The prince is smiling. He is bold and unrestrained. He is a real man."

Yan Sikong stood aside without saying a word, trying to figure out what Feng Ye was up to.

"Come, drink." Feng Ye raised his cup, "I offer a toast to everyone. I hope you will take good care of me in the future in this capital."

"You are too polite, my Lord."

Feng Ye suddenly turned to Yan Sikong and said with a fake smile: "Lord Yan has a good alcohol tolerance. This glass should be finished anyway."

Yan Sikong said calmly, "Your Highness is right." He raised the wine glass. Just as his lips were about to touch the rim of the glass, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ribs. He cried out softly and shook violently, spilling half of the glass of wine on his body.

Today he was wearing a white shirt, the front of which was stained with yellow wine, and he looked not elegant at all.

"Brother Yan, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Sikong only felt a dull pain in his ribs. It must be Feng Ye's doing. He gritted his teeth and said, "Maybe... I got a stitch in the side."

"What are you still standing there for?" Zhou Mixing pointed at the servant who was dressing the guests, "Go buy some clothes for Lord Yan."

"No need." Yan Sikong smiled bitterly, "In fact, I have been feeling a little unwell today, and now it seems... it seems even more uncomfortable. I would like to take my leave first. I am really ashamed to have ruined everyone's mood."

"Well, then you should go back and rest early, I will ask the driver to take you there."

"I'll take him there." Feng Ye said, and without waiting for anyone to react, he helped Yan Sikong up from his seat, "Everyone, enjoy."

"This……"

Everyone was completely confused. This young master came in a hurry and left inexplicably. What was he here for?

Yan Sikong was half-dragged out of Tinglan Pavilion by Feng Ye.

Only after getting on the carriage did Yan Sikong push Feng Ye's hand away and said in a deep voice, "What is the prince singing today?"

Feng Ye's voice was icy: "You didn't open this kiln, did you?"

The implication is that he can come whenever he wants.

Yan Sikong took a deep breath. He could tell Feng Ye was looking for trouble, so he naturally wouldn't fall for it. He calmly replied with a nonsense: "No."

There was an awkward silence in the carriage.

The two of them were like two superiors, neither of them spoke to the other.

The carriage passed a street quickly, and Yan Sikong suddenly shouted, "We went the wrong way. We should go east."

The driver turned a deaf ear to him.

Yan Sikong glared at Feng Ye: "Prince?"

Feng Ye glanced at Yan Sikong and said, "How about I take you horseback riding?"

"What kind of horse are you riding in the middle of the night?"

"It's late at night, and you're in the mood to visit a kiln."

Yan Sikong laughed: "What does that have to do with the prince?"

Feng Ye was blocked and speechless, with anger flashing across his face.

"Since it is inconvenient for you to send me home, please stop here."

Feng Ye looked out of the car gloomily without saying a word.

Yan Sikong was filled with doubts, but he did not dare to make any conclusions. He patiently asked, "Why did the prince do this?"

Feng Ye said in a deep voice: "We often rode horses together when we were little, and I thought you also liked riding horses."

"Whether I like riding a horse or not has nothing to do with what the prince did today."

"Ten years have passed, and I can hardly find any trace of Yuan Sikong in you."

Yan Sikong had been controlling his emotions, but when he heard this, he felt as if he had been stabbed. He felt sad and angry. He said softly, "Your Highness has dragon blood and phoenix marrow. You have everything going your way. You can maintain your true nature for ten or twenty years. I envy you."

"Stop mocking me." Feng Ye said sternly, "I know you've had a hard time in the past ten years. I can treat you well now and ensure that you are rich and prosperous. No one can hurt you, as long as you..."

"What do you want from me?" Yan Sikong raised his voice, "What exactly does the prince want?"

"I want you!" Feng Ye glared at Yan Sikong fiercely, his eyes seemed to be glowing with green light.

Yan Sikong was stunned.

Despite saying such arrogant and frightening words, Feng Ye did not show any fear on his face. Instead, he looked content and relieved as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden.

Yan Sikong felt his mind go blank. He hadn't been so shocked in a long time.

Feng Ye sneered and raised his chin: "Yes, I want you."

"Prince...you are drunk..."

"Do you think I'm drunk?"

Yan Sikong was a little confused for a moment, and he shouted, "Stop, stop!"

"You order my driver around? Does he listen to you?" Feng Ye mocked.

Yan Sikong tried to calm himself, but he couldn't look Feng Ye in the eye: "Sir, stop joking."

"You're a smart person. You can tell whether I'm joking or not." Feng Ye grabbed his narrow jaw and forced him to turn his face around. He looked at him as if he was looking at a prey in a cage. "Yan Sikong, be mine. I will treat you well."

Yan Sikong slapped Kai Fengye's hand and said through gritted teeth: "Your Highness is really drunk, I am a man!"

"So what?" Feng Ye curled his lips and chuckled, "I want you."

Yan Sikong couldn't help but move back, wanting to get a little further away from Feng Ye. He felt like he was in the same room with a beast, but the carriage was narrow, so where could he hide? He said in a deep voice, "Your Highness is really unrestrained, but it's a pity that I don't have such a hobby. I'm afraid I can't force you to do this."

Feng Ye slowly leaned over, stared into Yan Sikong's eyes, and said word by word: "Whatever I, Feng Ye, want, I will get it, and you are no exception."

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said, "How can you be so absurd, my Lord? You have made me feel ashamed."

Feng Ye grinned: "I love to see you scholars who are full of morality and ethics feel ashamed. It's so interesting." Under the moonlight, the skin of the person in front of him exuded a soft glow, and his eyes were twinkling. Unlike the ease of the past, his helplessness now made him look a little pitiful, which made Feng Ye nervous.

Yan Sikong believed that he had seen a lot of ups and downs. In the past, he was caught by the government for smuggling salt along the coast. The crime he was charged with was punishable by death, but he was able to get away with it without batting an eyelid. But now, he was actually panicked by a little boy.

He underestimated Feng Ye. Feng Ye did not hide his youthful nature in front of him, so he really thought Feng Ye was immature. He didn't know how to deal with this wolf-like and aggressive side of him.

Feng Ye moved closer, his tall nose almost touching Yan Sikong's face. He whispered, "Don't go to the kiln again, or I'll do double to you for what you did to those women."

Yan Sikong had nowhere to retreat and could only use his hands to hold Feng Ye's chest. The hard muscles were like a natural armor, containing surging power.

Before he could figure out how to respond, Feng Ye suddenly pulled him into his arms. He was shocked and angry: "Prince!"

Those arms are as hard as iron clamps!

"You hugged her today, but did you kiss her?"

“…”

"Speak." Feng Ye's voice was threatening.

"……no."

"Yes." Feng Ye then let go of Yan Sikong with satisfaction and said loudly, "Xiao Liu, send Lord Yan back home."

The driver replied, "Yes."

Yan Sikong huddled in a corner of the carriage for a while before calming down: "Prince..."

"Call my name." Feng Ye ordered.

"...Feng Ye." Yan Sikong closed his eyes, skipped the unnecessary nonsense, and said directly, "I don't like men."

"You will like me." Feng Ye said with a faint smile on his face.

Yan Sikong was very upset. It was not like he had never been harassed by men before, but anyone who dared to have such thoughts towards him would have been dealt with by him openly or secretly. However, Feng Ye was someone he could not deal with.

He intended to borrow strength from Feng Ye, so he approached him deliberately, but he didn't expect to get himself into such trouble.

The carriage stopped quickly.

Yan Sikong opened the curtain, saw that he had arrived home, and hurried to get off the car.

Feng Ye said from behind him: "Yan Sikong, you must remember what I said today."

Yan Sikong paused but did not turn around.

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong in the car until he entered the door, then he showed a haughty smile on his face.