Yan Sikong was forced to drink a lot of wine that day. He was born with a large drinking capacity and was usually very restrained. He had never been really drunk in his life. This time was probably the most he had drunk in front of outsiders. Firstly, there were too many people coming to congratulate him and he couldn't hide away. Secondly, he might have wanted to get drunk selfishly so that he could escape temporarily if he was drunk.

In the end, Yan Sikong was carried out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Emperor Zhaowu sent Yu Ji to see him off personally. This was the first time that Yan Sikong sat in a sedan chair in the palace.

Arriving at the Yan residence, Yu Ji covered his nose with a silk handkerchief and looked at the simple door lintel with a frown. The young eunuch hurriedly went up and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door opened from the inside, and a burly man leaned half of his body out. He had an ugly and ferocious face, which scared the eunuchs so much that they screamed.

Yu Ji pointed at Ali and said, "Who are you? Is this Lord Yan's residence?"

Ali nodded blankly and leaned over to look at the carriage.

"Oh, why does Lord Yan live in such a place and find such a..." Yu Ji coughed lightly, "Tsk, your son is drunk, and the emperor personally sent me to take him back home."

Ali nodded again, at a loss.

"Kneel down and thank you." Yu Ji said loudly.

Ali knelt down hurriedly.

Yu Ji waved his hand, and several eunuchs helped the drunk Yan Sikong down from the carriage and sent him to the mansion.

Yu Ji followed him all the way in, frowning frequently as he looked at the furnishings around him. Ali followed not far behind, constantly glancing at Yan Sikong. He had never been alone with so many strangers before, and was very nervous.

The eunuchs escorted Yan Sikong to his bedroom and considerately helped him change his clothes and wash himself. Yu Ji stood outside the door and glanced at Ali: "Are you dumb?"

Ali nodded.

"Are you the only servant in this house?"

Ali nodded again.

"This Lord Yan is really so poor. It is gratifying that Dasheng has such an honest and dedicated minister. But when Princess Wanyang gets married, she can't live in such a shabby place." Yu Ji glanced at Ali. He naturally knew why the emperor asked him to follow him. Otherwise, why would he bother such a small matter as the eunuch admiral? "Your son is now a future son-in-law. His Majesty will soon grant him a new residence and servants. Since you are an old servant, you will naturally be promoted. But this son-in-law is not so easy to be. In ordinary families, the husband is the wife's rule, and it doesn't mean that the princess has to turn upside down when she gets married. But you have to understand in your heart that from now on, you have more than one master. If you serve the princess well, your son can enjoy several generations of glory. Do you understand?"

Ali nodded vigorously.

After Yu Ji left, Yan Sikong quietly opened his eyes a little, took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse voice: "Are they all gone?"

Ali helped Yan Sikong up and handed him a night hangover tea. He gulped down the tea for a long time before his throat felt a little better. He half-sat on the cushion and looked at Ali weakly: "Ali, I know you are worried, but this matter is a foregone conclusion."

Ali thought about it and gestured: Do you want to marry the princess?

Yan Sikong's eyes were puffy, his face was flushed, and his hair was messy. He was not as high-spirited as usual, but as depressed as a stray dog. He didn't look like a man who had just become a future prince consort. He muttered absentmindedly, "It doesn't matter whether I want to marry her or not. What matters is that I must marry her."

Ali was silent for a moment, then gestured and said: The princess is also quite pitiful.

"She is the daughter of an emperor. This is her fate."

Ali asked about Feng Ye again.

Yan Sikong shook his head: "He will come to see me soon, you go back and rest, I have my own way."

Ali had no choice but to stand up, bow, and retreat.

Yan Sikong stared at the wall with empty eyes for a long time before he couldn't resist the drunkenness anymore and fell on the bed.

While he was half asleep, he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing into the house. The charcoal fire was burning brightly in the house, and the wind came so suddenly that he woke up immediately and realized something.

He slowly climbed out of bed and saw Feng Ye standing at the head of the bed. His tall body blocked the faint candlelight, and his face looked particularly cold in the shadows.

Yan Sikong sighed: "You are here, I've been waiting for you."

"When did you know that?" Feng Ye asked coldly.

"…After returning to Beijing."

"Don't lie to me!"

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and cleverly avoided the question of time: "You had just lost trust in me because of the Ge Zhong incident. We finally reconciled, and I... couldn't speak."

"You can't speak?" Feng Ye gritted his teeth and said, "How many things do you still have that you can't speak of?"

"Even if I speak up, what can I do?" Yan Sikong said softly.

"If I had known earlier, I could have stopped it!" Feng Ye stepped forward and grabbed Yan Sikong's collar, his face full of anger, "You didn't want to tell me at all, and you didn't dare to tell me, because you were afraid that I would stop you from becoming a royal consort, right!"

Yan Sikong shivered and said, "I have no intention of becoming a royal consort, but this is something that the teacher asked His Majesty for on my behalf."

"And you enjoy it!" Feng Ye threw Yan Sikong harshly onto the bed.

"Can I disobey the order? I am already 24 years old and will get married sooner or later." Yan Sikong shouted, "You will get married sooner or later too!"

"Why has it to be Wan Yang?" Feng Ye pressed down on Yan Sikong's shoulders. "I can tolerate other women, but why has it to be Wan Yang? Why has it to be my cousin?!"

"This is not something I can decide!" Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye with his bright eyes, "It is not something you can decide either."

"If you had told me earlier, I could have..."

"What can you do? Can you force the emperor to change his mind and marry Wan Yang to a noble family, so that King Jingyuan's power will be overwhelming and the emperor will be suspicious of him?"

"So what!" Feng Ye shouted angrily, "Without my father, he would not have been able to secure his throne thirty years ago. Without my father, he would not have been able to secure his kingdom thirty years later. And I still can't decide who my cousin will marry?"

Yan Sikong was so frightened that the alcohol had all gone out of his body. He shouted, "Are you crazy? You dare to say anything after drinking. Are you crazy?"

Feng Ye's face was full of arrogance and viciousness: "Why, you are afraid now? The world of the Chen family is protected by our Feng family. If I..."

Yan Sikong covered Feng Ye's mouth and said, "Stop talking!"

Feng Ye shook off Yan Sikong's hand with such great force that Yan Sikong fell onto the bed.

Yan Sikong took a deep breath, his mind in a mess. He said hoarsely: "Feng Ye, stop making trouble, the matter is a foregone conclusion." His tone was already pleading. He was afraid of Feng Ye's arrogance, especially what Feng Ye had just said.

"Yes, this matter is a foregone conclusion. If you hadn't been hiding it from me, I could have stopped it." Feng Ye's eyes were red, and he looked down at Yan Sikong, "You are going to marry my cousin. Have you ever thought about what I should do? Have you ever thought about it for even a moment?"

"You are the one I think about the most." Yan Sikong said hoarsely, "I originally planned to wait until the Ge Zhong incident was over before finding a chance to tell you. I didn't expect the marriage to be arranged so soon..."

"Do you think I will believe it?"

"I want to tell you, I want to tell you today." Yan Sikong covered his eyes and said tiredly, "Feng Ye, in fact, this day will come sooner or later."

"Yes, but that woman shouldn't be Xi'er. How can I face my aunt if she knows that her son-in-law has been enjoying himself on my bed, and every inch of his body and mind bears the mark of my love..."

Yan Sikong said in a deep voice: "That's enough."

Feng Ye pressed down, his eyes dark and bottomless: "And Xi'er, she will know how dissolute and lewd her ideal husband is under me, how he opened his legs and cried and begged me..."

"Enough!" Yan Sikong pushed his palm towards Feng Ye's chest. Feng Ye grabbed his wrist and moved it to the side to dissolve the palm force, then pressed him down on the bed.

Feng Ye said fiercely: "And the emperor and your teacher, do they know your true face? Do they know how sinister and vicious you are under your sanctimonious appearance? Do they know that you, a 'virtuous and talented' person, would forge letters and frame an official of the court?!"

Yan Sikong's breathing was trembling.

Yan Sikong thinks he has many sides, but Feng Ye's different faces make him even more frightened. When Feng Ye is in a good mood, it seems that he wants to give you a lot of love, but once you make him angry, it seems that he can eat you alive.

Sometimes Feng Ye spoiled him too much, which made him temporarily forget that he was a wolf.

Yan Sikong put his hand on Feng Ye's chest and said, "Feng Ye, you've had too much to drink. Let's talk when you sober up."

"I'm clear-headed now." Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's hand and pressed it to his side. "Perhaps I've never been so clear-headed. I finally understand that if I love you ten points, you only love me one or two points." His eyes were red. "You don't care about hurting me, you only care about power and your revenge plan."

"No." Yan Sikong's heart suddenly ached. He choked and said, "Feng Ye, you are the person I care about most in this world. Everyone I really cared about is dead. I only have you."

Feng Ye's eyes softened for a moment, but were immediately replaced by anger: "Then why did you marry Wan Yang? Revenge is always more important to you than me!"

Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye in a daze, unable to refute. He knew that he could not deceive Feng Ye. The more he cared about a person, the harder it was to deceive him.

Seeing that he seemed to have acquiesced, Feng Ye felt heartbroken. He clenched his fists and let out a low roar like a beast. He suddenly grabbed Yan Sikong's neck, roughly blocked his lips, and crushed them hard.

"Feng... Ye..."

Feng Ye tore off Yan Sikong's clothes and bit his chest, waist and abdomen with punishment, as if he wanted to use the most brutal way to leave all his marks on this man.

Yan Sikong's loose undergarments soon became a piece of cloth that was difficult to piece together in Feng Ye's hands. He looked at Feng Ye in a daze. Feng Ye's face was a little blurry, but those sharp eyes pierced straight into his heart.

Feng Ye looked at the blue and red teeth marks left on Yan Sikong's snow-white skin, his heart filled with a twisted pleasure of revenge. He stroked this body that he had enjoyed so much, and in his rage he still managed to hold on to his reason, suppressing the urge to swallow this man into his stomach and keep him for himself forever.

And that impulse turned into strong lust. He licked and bit Yan Sikong's body while moaning in pain, clearly calling Yan Sikong's name.

Yan Sikong had no strength to struggle. He was like a man going against the current, grabbing Feng Ye's sleeve tightly, as if he wanted to stop Feng Ye from pushing him into the abyss of suffocation, or as if Feng Ye was his lifeline. He struggled, he was conflicted, and he felt hopeless.

Suddenly, Feng Ye turned Yan Sikong over. Yan Sikong gritted his teeth and said, "Feng Ye...be gentle..."

Feng Ye turned a deaf ear to him and continued to lick and bite along his spine with his teeth. One hand went around his waist, grabbed his penis and rubbed it roughly. Yan Sikong felt pain and pleasure coexisting, tormenting him inside his body. He let out muffled groans, and the alcohol had not yet worn off. His body was soft, yet extremely sensitive. Every touch from Feng Ye made him tremble.

Feng Ye used his knee to push Yan Sikong's legs apart, squeezed in between his legs, and rammed his hot and erect penis violently against the soft buttocks. He had also drunk quite a bit of wine, and because he couldn't find his aim, he made a beastly snorting sound.

Yan Sikong felt something hard and hot pressing against his buttocks, and instinctively grabbed the bed sheet, trying to crawl forward, but Feng Ye held his waist, spread his legs wide apart, and whispered, "Don't run, never run."

Yan Sikong murmured meaninglessly and just tried to crawl forward, but he could hardly move even a little bit.

Feng Ye spat twice in his palm, spread open the snow-white buttocks, and stabbed his fingers in there randomly, drilling in and out mercilessly.

"don't want……"

The foreign feeling made Yan Sikong twist his waist and hips uncomfortably, but the swaying thin and strong waist only stimulated Feng Ye's desire more. His eyes became deeper and more naked. He put one hand on Yan Sikong's back and pressed his upper body on the bed with his buttocks raised high. Before Yan Sikong could make a sound, he had already supported that waist and pushed forward.

"ah……"

The huge meat head was forced into the slightly opened flesh hole. Yan Sikong was shaking with pain. His anus contracted unconsciously, sucking the meat blade tightly. A huge pleasure immediately invaded Feng Ye's body. He had never been so rough in the past, but at this moment, in addition to the pleasure, he also felt the pleasure of conquest.

Feng Ye's head was hot. He held Yan Sikong's waist and pushed his penis forward fiercely, forcing the tight and hot passage to break open, forcing her to accept his invasion without resistance.

Yan Sikong let out a hoarse cry of pain. His legs were so weak that he almost fell down, but Feng Ye supported him again.

Feng Ye pulled out half of his thick and long penis, then thrust it in again. He was like a beast released from a cage, and began the most primitive thrusting completely according to his own nature.

"Ah...Feng...Ye...ah...ah..." Yan Sikong let out a trembling low moan, but to Feng Ye's ears the sound was as sweet as an aphrodisiac.

"Do you like it? You like it, right?" Feng Ye gritted his teeth and said, "Why would you marry a wife? Which woman can give you these? Which woman can satisfy such a lustful body? Only me, only me!"

“No… ah…”

The speed and strength of Feng Ye's waist shaking made people's scalp tingle. The bulging penis was covered with shiny body fluids. Yan Sikong's anus was already wet. The charming red flesh hole was completely open, and it could always swallow the unusually thick, hard and hot penis completely. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed in every corner of the house.

"You are mine, Yan Sikong, you are mine!" Feng Ye fiercely entered and exited this body that fascinated him. Before the two of them met again, he didn't know that there was anything in the world that could intoxicate him more than the battlefield. Even though this person was not as good as he had imagined, and was even vicious, selfish, and greedy, he still fell in love with her.

"Mine... mine..." Every time Feng Ye pushed ferociously deep into the intestine, he silently recited his ownership. He wanted Yan Sikong to always remember everything he had done to him, no matter whether it was pain or pleasure, in this crazy passion.

"Oh... Feng Ye... Ah... Slow... Slow down..." Yan Sikong collapsed and cried for mercy. The extreme pleasure rising from his anus had burned through his whole body and burned his consciousness. His mind was blank and he just begged randomly, hoping to be relieved from it.

But the crying only resulted in more violent manipulation.

Gradually, Yan Sikong experienced a kind of confused lucidity in his unconsciousness. It was as if the thick fog in front of him was broken in an instant, and all the turmoil disappeared. Only the two overlapping bodies made him feel himself. In the seemingly endless sinking, he felt all of Feng Ye more clearly, the red eyes, the fiery body, the heavy breath, the boiling genitals, and the silently roaring anger and sadness.

He thought that if he and Feng Ye fell into the abyss like this, it might not be a bad ending.