The Blood Crown - Chapter 242

At this moment, the butler’s voice came from outside: “Wolf King, here are the gift registers sent from all sides. Please review them, Wolf King.”

Feng Ye called out loudly, “No need. You handle it. Just take my uncle’s gifts and registers and keep them hidden. Don’t let anyone know about it.”

“Understood.”

After the butler left, Feng Ye looked down at Yan Sikong: “We didn’t intend to make a big deal of this. It’s my uncle who became a little too pleased with himself, and it just so happened that you saw it.”

Yan Sikong stared blankly ahead, “If I hadn’t seen it, how long did you plan to keep this from me?”

“Of course, I would wait until I had more confidence. Right now, it’s not quite certain unless I can control the Forbidden City.” Feng Ye snorted coldly, “You don’t think I’m so foolish as to rush and announce it to the world now, do you?”

“Will you kill Chen Mu?” Yan Sikong asked, but not with a tone of question. In fact, he already had an answer in his heart.

“Chen Mu must die.” Feng Ye said coldly, “He’s not only my biggest obstacle, but he also dares to covet you. I have a thousand reasons to kill him.”

Yan Sikong remained silent.

“What, you’re reluctant?” Feng Ye narrowed his eyes. “The more you’re reluctant, the more I want to kill him.”

Yan Sikong sucked in a sharp breath. “He is my student.”

“I am your husband.” Feng Ye said without changing expression, “When the two of us are enemies, who should you help?”

Yan Sikong raised his eyes to glare at Feng Ye, his eyes bloodshot.

Feng Ye grabbed his arm and pulled him up, forcing him close. “Now that you know everything, between Chen Mu and me, you can only choose one. What are you going to do?”

“Feng Ye.” Yan Sikong’s voice was hoarse. “This can’t happen!”

“There’s nothing that can’t happen.” Feng Ye said coldly, “I’ve come this far, and I will not turn back. You must help me.”

Yan Sikong gritted his teeth. “I can be a traitor, but I won’t be a sinner for all eternity!”

Feng Ye’s hand was on Yan Sikong’s back, pressing him even closer, and he said in a cold voice, “When I become emperor, you’ll be the founding hero.”

“You will ruin the entire world.”

“The world has always been in cycles of order and chaos. After the chaos, you and I will restore it.” Feng Ye gently brushed aside the hair on Yan Sikong’s forehead. “One day, when I rule the world, you will be second only to me, the prime minister. In my heart, you might even be the empress. Everything that Chen Mu could give you, or couldn’t, I will give you. Me being emperor will be far better for you than Chen Mu being emperor.”

Yan Sikong stared into Feng Ye’s eyes, his gaze intense.

“You will think this through. Besides, you don’t have any other choice.” Feng Ye wrapped his arms around Yan Sikong’s waist and kissed his earlobe softly. “You can only stay by my side, only assist me. If you dare to harbor other thoughts, if you dare to deceive or betray me again, I will… break your legs and lock you away for a lifetime.”

Yan Sikong’s heart trembled. He struggled out of Feng Ye’s embrace and pushed him away forcefully.

Feng Ye stood quietly, watching Yan Sikong, and Yan Sikong returned the gaze.

From those deep, sharp eyes, Yan Sikong saw a chilling and arrogant coldness. He knew that the cruel words Feng Ye had just spoken were serious. It felt as if his heart was pierced by a sharp sword.

Feng Ye took in every expression on Yan Sikong’s face—fear, doubt, sadness, anger. These complicated emotions intertwined, making this face one that he both loved and hated. He felt both exhilarated and reluctant. How could there be a person in this world who could make his heart so crazed?

Yan Sikong trembled as he spoke, “What if I don’t want to? What if I don’t want you to be emperor, and I don’t want the world to fall into turmoil with the people suffering?”

“If you don’t want to help me, so be it.” Feng Ye slowly walked toward Yan Sikong. “You can just watch as I step by step take the throne. As long as you stay by my side, I will give you supreme honor.”

Yan Sikong suddenly laughed, the laugh full of desolation. “Feng Ye, what is your true intention toward me? Is it deep affection, or do you just want to tie me to your side and torment me?”

Feng Ye froze, then said in a deep voice, “You and I have been entangled in love and hate for so many years. How can it be so easily explained?”

Yan Sikong’s eyes grew wet, his heart aching as he recalled the pure and beautiful times of his youth. It truly was like the moon in the water, the flower in the mirror—illusory and fleeting. The real them were now broken and irreparable.

Feng Ye extended his hand again, gently caressing Yan Sikong’s cheek, saying softly, “I will treat you well. I swear, as long as you belong only to me, that’s all I want.”

Yan Sikong pushed Feng Ye’s hand away. He lowered his head, stumbling toward the door, feeling lost, as if he might collapse at any moment.

Feng Ye clenched his fist but did not stop him. He just spoke from behind him, “You’ll think it through. I’ll wait for you.”

A bitter smile curled on Yan Sikong’s lips as he swayed his weary body, stepping out the door toward his bedroom.

He would think it through. Would he?

He once believed that with his vast knowledge, he could solve any problem, large or small. But the older he got, the less clear he became. The more he lived, the more lost, confused, and helpless he felt. There were so many things he didn’t understand, too many to even begin asking. Even those once firm beliefs he held had shaken to the core.

Why was it that no matter how often he seemed to win, in the end, he was the one who lost? Why, when he gave everything, did he lose more with every gain?

At this point, he wasn’t even sure what he truly wanted. He had exhausted himself, put all his effort into everything, but for what?

Why did it turn out this way? Had he been wrong from the very beginning, or was it because of Feng Ye?

Thinking of Feng Ye made his heart ache unbearably.

What he wanted to achieve was Feng Ye’s military fame, but he didn’t want to risk the world falling into chaos to help Feng Ye fight for the throne. Yet, he couldn’t stop Feng Ye. He could only watch as Feng Ye walked down this thorny path.

What should he do? What could he do?