Zhao Fuyi smiled approvingly: "Okay, Lord Yan..."

"I think it's inappropriate." Feng Ye stood up angrily. "Bao Yunyong is a vicious and cruel person, and his behavior is unpredictable. He has already killed three of Lord Liang's followers. Is he going to send another envoy to die?" At the end of his words, his voice became higher and his tone became stern, and he glared at Yan Sikong fiercely.

Yan Sikong did not look at him, but just said: "Bao Yunyong sent Lord Liang back safely, which shows that he did not want to kill him quickly. He wanted to delay time, so we should follow his wishes. Since I dare to go, I am sure I can complete the mission and come back alive."

Liang Guang took a breath and frowned, "What are you going to do? Bao Yunyong is stubborn and won't listen to me no matter how much I talk."

"You have catered to their wishes and given them gold, silver and other precious treasures. I will act in a humble manner and pretend to seek peace. We will act according to the circumstances and carry out our plan."

Feng Ye shouted: "If this happens, Sheng Jun will lose face. Besides, how can you be sure of coming back alive? What if Bao Yunyong sees through you and chops you to pieces with one knife!"

Zhao Fuyi and Liang Guang both looked at Feng Ye in confusion. Feng Ye's reaction was too intense.

Yan Sikong finally turned his head, looked at Feng Ye deeply, shook his head lightly, and signaled him to calm down with his eyes.

Feng Ye's eyes were wide open, and his nostrils were flaring, showing that he was obviously angry.

Zhao Fuyi thought for a moment and looked at Liang Guang: "I think we can give it a try, Sir Liang, what do you think?"

Liang Guang smoothed his beard and nodded. "It is rare for Dasheng to have such a young and passionate person like Lord Yan. If this plan succeeds, it will turn the whole situation around. Lord Yan, I leave it to you."

Yan Sikong knelt on one knee, clasped his fists and said, "I will sacrifice my life and live up to your orders."

Feng Ye gritted his teeth, knowing that there was no room for maneuver, and simply knelt on the ground: "I am willing to go with Lord Yan and protect Lord Yan's safety."

"No." Zhao Fuyi immediately refused, "I will send a few other soldiers with good skills to accompany you."

"Why not?" Feng Ye's eyes were sharp. "Have I done anything incompetent? Please tell me clearly, General."

"You have your own arrangements in the camp. I can't let you go to Kuizhou City. It's too risky."

"Lord Yan has an important responsibility. Is there anything more important than protecting him right now?" Feng Ye glanced at Yan Sikong and said in a deep voice, "Lord Yan is my best friend. I can never watch him fall into danger."

Yan Sikong lowered his head and said nothing. With Feng Ye's temperament, what he wanted to do could not be shaken by ordinary people.

"Is it dangerous to be an envoy to the enemy camp? Lord Yan risked his life to win the battle to suppress the rebellion. Why are you risking your life?" Zhao Fuyi asked loudly, "What will happen if you go? If there is real danger, can you stand alone against thousands of enemies?!"

Feng Ye's cheeks puffed up, his eyes hardened, "On the first day I entered the Jingshan camp, the general warned me that the army does not care about one's origin, and I should not think highly of myself because of my status as a prince. Now, the general is distinguishing me from other soldiers because of my status."

"You..." Zhao Fuyi's eyebrows twitched with anger.

Feng Ye clasped his fists tightly and said, "I beg the general to help me."

Zhao Fuyi let out a long breath, his face livid, and said, "Feng Ye, you have many strengths, but your stubbornness is the only thing that will teach you a lesson sooner or later."

"Thank you for your advice, General."

"I will allow you to go with Lord Yan, but you must not reveal your identity."

"I understand."

"I don't think Bao Yunyong would be as reckless as he was to Lord Liang, but you two still need to act according to circumstances and protect yourselves."

"yes."

——

After leaving the central military tent, Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's arm and dragged him roughly into his own tent.

"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong shouted, "What are you doing? Why did you have to follow me..."

"What are you doing!" Feng Ye shook off Yan Sikong's hand. His face was stiff, and his dark pupils were filled with anger. "Who allowed you to make your own decisions? Who allowed you to go to the enemy camp?"

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said softly, "Whose permission do I need?"

"My!" Feng Ye growled, grabbed Yan Sikong by the collar, and stared down at him, "Yan Sikong, what makes you think you can do what Liang Guang couldn't? Are you so eager to make a contribution that you don't hesitate to go deep into the tiger's den? You are so young, why are you so anxious!"

"I am not just trying to make achievements. As a minister of Da Sheng, I cannot just enjoy the salary from the court. Whenever I have the opportunity to serve the country, I will do it without hesitation."

"…So you had it all planned out long ago? Let me tell General Zhao about your plan. You had been planning to go to the enemy camp for a long time, but you didn't even discuss it with me."

"I..." This was the first time Feng Ye got angry at him. He felt his heart trembling. He couldn't say he was afraid, but the sharpness and fierceness of his gaze made him want to avoid it unconsciously. "I just acted on impulse."

"You're lying!" Feng Ye clenched his teeth and clenched and unclenched his fists, but he didn't know what to do with the person in front of him. "You wanted to put yourself in danger, but you only let me know at the end. Yan Sikong, what do you think of me?"

Yan Sikong pursed his lips, reached out, grabbed Feng Ye's wrist, and said in a gentle tone: "Feng Ye, can we talk calmly?"

"I just want to ask you what you think of me." Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong, "How dare you make such a decision without saying a word? Huh?"

Yan Sikong sighed: "Feng Ye, I also have the ambition to make achievements and serve my country, you can't stop me..."

"I can." Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's chin and said coldly, "I can let you do whatever you want in ordinary matters, but I will never allow you to put yourself in danger. I would rather you not be an official than be safe."

"You...what do you mean?"

"What I mean is, if it happens again, you'll no longer be an official." Feng Ye forced Yan Sikong to raise his face, and when their eyes met, strong emotions collided in the air.

Yan Sikong was startled. Feng Ye's wolf-like sharp and dangerous eyes were filled with a determination not to be challenged. He knew Feng Ye was serious. He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and said, "Then I want to ask, what do you think of me? I have studied hard for twenty years, and I don't want to be an official. Am I going to your prince's mansion to be a male pet to serve you?"

A hint of shrewdness flashed across Feng Ye's face: "Sometimes, I really hope that you are mine alone."

"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong shouted angrily.

Feng Ye held Yan Sikong in his arms and said in a muffled voice: "I never thought of you that badly. I just wanted to protect you, but if you put yourself in danger again, I will never forgive you."

Yan Sikong sighed and gradually calmed down. He reached out his hands, hugged Feng Ye's broad back, and whispered, "I know you care about me."

"You knew it, but you didn't even discuss it with me." Feng Ye said in a deep voice, "You really annoyed me. There won't be a next time, understand?"

"Um."

Feng Ye stroked Yan Sikong's back, his tone softened, but his words were still strong: "Kong'er, I like you, I am willing to pamper you, hold you in my arms, and protect you. If you want to be promoted and make achievements, I am more willing to help you, but I want you to have a stable career and stay by my side safely. Don't make your own decisions in the future, promise me."

Yan Sikong raised a mocking smile and said softly, "...Okay." Is there really a stable career in this world? Even if there is, he can't leave.

——

Yan Sikong only brought one guard on this trip, Feng Ye, and of course, a boatload of gold, silver, and jewelry, and headed for Kuizhou City.

Yan Sikong dared to go on a diplomatic mission to the enemy camp because he expected that Bao Yunyong would not kill him, otherwise he would not be stupid enough to come and die.

Bao Yunyong killed Liang Guang's followers, and his goal had been achieved. He would most likely treat them well this time, even if only for the sake of the boatload of gifts.

Inside the ship, Feng Ye was wearing the light armor of an ordinary soldier, but it couldn't hide his divine appearance. Especially at this moment, his face was gloomy and he didn't smile, which made him look even more imposing.

Yan Sikong poured Feng Ye a cup of tea: "Moisten your throat."

Feng Ye pushed the tea away and said, "You should moisten your throat. When you meet Bao Yunyong later, you will have to rely on your charming tongue."

Yan Sikong smiled and said, "You are still angry. You really act like a child sometimes."

Feng Ye snorted coldly: "Your words make me even angrier."

Yan Sikong held Feng Ye's hand and said, "Feng Ye, I originally planned to go to the meeting alone. I don't want you to be in danger at all."

"How could I let you come alone!"

"I know." Yan Sikong smiled, "I feel much more at ease with you around."

Feng Ye's expression eased a little. He reached out and stroked Yan Sikong's cheek: "No matter what happens, I will protect you."

Yan Sikong rubbed his cheek against Feng Ye's palm and said softly, "I know."

Looking far ahead, a strong city stood in front of him. It was the city at the gateway to the two lakes - Kuizhou. On the top of the city, red and white flags were waved, with the word "Bao" leaping on them. How presumptuous and treasonous it was to fly a flag of his surname in the territory of Dasheng and on the city.

Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes and stared at the dazzling flag, feeling vaguely that it was a bad sign. After all, the Da Sheng Kingdom had existed for more than 200 years, and this was the first flag of a foreign surname raised on the royal land.