The Cold-Faced God of War's Favored Concubine Is Not to Be Tried

When Feng Yanan got up in the morning, the sun had just risen, and the golden sunlight shone into the house through the window lattice, covering the whole room with a layer of soft light. She stood in front of the wardrobe, her eyes wandering among the various gorgeous clothes, wondering which one to wear to the palace banquet.

She first picked up a bright red dress with an intricate hem and delicate peony embroidery. She gently stroked the hem of the dress, imagining herself wearing it and dancing at a palace banquet, but she always felt that it was too ostentatious. So she put down the red dress and turned her eyes to another lavender dress. This dress was simple yet elegant, which was more in line with her inner expectations.

Just as she was about to put on the lavender dress, her hand suddenly stopped. She remembered a story she had heard about a woman who suffered misfortune because of a dress she wore. This made her hesitate, wondering whether she should take the risk of wearing the dress.

After changing her clothes, Feng Yanan walked to the bronze mirror and carefully examined her outfit. She gently smoothed the wrinkles on her dress, adjusted her hair accessories, then smiled slightly and walked out of the room. Xiaohong was waiting at the door. When Xiaohong saw Feng Yanan wearing a lavender dress, her eyes lit up and she walked up to her and complimented her, "Miss, you look so beautiful today. This dress really suits you!"

Feng Yanan smiled slightly and said, "Xiaohong, do you know why I wear this skirt?"

Xiaohong thought for a moment and replied, "Miss, you have never worn a similar dress before. Is it because you don't like lavender?"

Feng Yanan shook her head and said, "It's not just about dislike, it's about fate and choice."

Xiao Hong was a little confused and asked, "Fate and choice? What does this have to do with skirts?"

Feng Yanan explained: "I was a little hesitant when I was choosing clothes this morning. I was worried that wearing the wrong clothes would have a bad impact. But then I realized that my fate should not be determined by a piece of clothing. I chose this dress because it represents my inner choice and courage."

Xiaohong suddenly realized, "So that's what the lady thinks. I understand now. Sometimes we care too much about other people's eyes and opinions, but ignore our own inner voice. We should bravely make our own choices instead of being influenced by the outside world."

Feng Yanan nodded in agreement and said, "That's right. Let's go to the palace banquet together, Xiaohong. Let's face the future bravely together."

Prince Duan came to the general's mansion to pick up Feng Yanan in person. They were a group of several people, dressed gorgeously and with extraordinary demeanor. Prince Duan also wore a purple robe, but his robe was more exquisite and embroidered with dragon patterns, showing his noble status. He wore a golden crown on his head, which complemented his robe and made him look more majestic and solemn. He had a faint smile on his face, and his eyes revealed a deep light, as if he could see through everything. The whole person's temperament was noble and majestic, which was intimidating. He greeted General Feng politely and said that he came to pick up Feng Yanan to attend the palace banquet.

General Feng was very happy to see Prince Duan coming in person. He knew that Prince Duan valued his daughter's marriage. So he warmly entertained the group and asked his servants to prepare the carriage.

After hearing the news, Feng Yanan was a little nervous but also full of expectations. She put on exquisite jewelry and prepared to go to the palace banquet. At the gate of the general's mansion, Feng Yanan met Prince Duan. Seeing her, Prince Duan's eyes flashed with surprise. Judging from her clothes. It seemed intentional. But from a distance, they really looked like a perfect match. Feng Yanan saluted him. The two got on the carriage together.

The carriage slowly drove out of the general's mansion and headed towards the palace. Feng Yanan sat in the carriage, feeling a little uneasy.

"Are you scared?" Prince Duan Yan Lingxiao seemed to see Feng Yanan's uneasiness.

"Isn't the prince here? Isn't it his duty to protect his fiancée?" Feng Yanan challenged. Yan Lingxiao ignored her and looked out the window. In fact, he felt very happy, thinking that his little woman must rely on him and need him.

The carriage slowly drove towards the palace, and the scenery on both sides of the street kept receding. Neither of them spoke again.

Arriving at the gate of the palace, the lively atmosphere of the palace banquet hit us. Usually, only the families of officials above the ninth rank can attend the banquet. But this time, it was to celebrate the triumphant return of the god of war, Prince Duan, and the emperor ordered all officials, regardless of their rank, to attend. So the gate of the palace was crowded at this time.