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

Yan Lingxiao curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled, and this smile made Zuo Wenyuan feel creepy.

"Your Highness, I have to go back to investigate the case, so I will take my leave first." After saying this, he bowed.

Zuo Wenyuan kept bowing until Yan Lingxiao said nothing. There was nothing he could do. He couldn't afford to offend this evil spirit now. He could only find an excuse to get away. But why didn't he stand up?

After a long while, the brother-in-law saw Zuo Wenyuan still holding this posture and asked in confusion: "Sir, what are you doing...?"

Because the carriage blocked the driver's view, he couldn't see Yan Lingxiao at all.

"Has the person left?" Zuo Wenyuan muttered when he heard the driver's voice.

"Who are you talking to, sir?"

Zuo Wenyuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Go back home!" Then he got on the carriage and returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

As for Feng Yanan, she showed no intention of getting up. Xiaohong, who was waiting outside, was getting a little anxious. The young lady went to bed so early last night, but it was already lunch time and she was still asleep. Could she be sick? Thinking of this, she became even more nervous.

Feng Shengrui just came back from the morning court. There have been many incidents in the capital these days, and he wanted to come over and tell Feng Yanan to stay at home and not go out. But as soon as she arrived at the yard, she saw Xiaohong's nervous expression, and hurried forward to ask: "Xiaohong, what happened? Why are you so nervous?"

Xiaohong nodded and shook her head.

"You are nodding and shaking your head. What happened? Where is the lady?" Seeing Xiaohong's look, Brother Feng Sheng also became worried.

"Master, the young lady went to bed early yesterday, but she hasn't gotten up yet. I'm worried that the young lady is not feeling well. I wanted to go in and call her just now, but I was afraid that the young lady just hasn't woken up yet, and I didn't want to disturb her."

"Does she usually sleep like this?" Feng Shengrui asked worriedly.

"No. But the young lady must have been exhausted after returning from the villa yesterday afternoon." Xiaohong was comforting herself.

Feng Shengrui was still worried, so he went forward and knocked on the door: "Nannan! Are you awake?"

There seemed to be no movement inside.

Feng Shengrui's voice was anxious this time: "Nannan, are you in there? Are you okay? Nannan!"

Still no movement. This made Feng Shengrui and Xiaohong extremely worried.

"Nannan! Dad is going in!"

Feng Shengrui was about to push the door open to take a look. At this time, he heard sporadic voices coming from inside.

After a while, the door opened from the inside. Feng Yanan was seen drowsy and yawning, without even wearing shoes. After opening the door, she went back to bed and seemed to be still asleep. She didn't see who was coming.

Xiaohong quickly came to the bed and covered her with a thin blanket. She put the back of her hand on Feng Yanan's forehead. How could the young lady sleep for so long? Could she really be sick? She felt that her forehead was not very hot and her face was ruddy. She was relieved. Can the young lady sleep so well now?

Xiaohong looked at Feng Shengrui who was looking inside the door, and then she called out in a low voice: "Miss, wake up, the general is here to see you!"

Feng Yanan just hummed subconsciously and turned over to continue sleeping. There was a smacking sound coming from her mouth. What kind of delicacies must she be dreaming about?

Xiaohong walked to the door and said helplessly to Feng Shengrui: "Master, the young lady is fine, but she has not woken up yet. If there is anything, I will inform the general when the young lady wakes up."

"He's sleeping so soundly, I hope he's okay!" Feng Shengrui was still worried.

"Maybe I didn't sleep well last night." Xiaohong knew that the young lady was no longer the silly young lady she used to be, and she had her own secrets.

"Okay! When she wakes up, tell her to find me in the study." Feng Shengrui had no choice but to leave first.

Xiaohong nodded, closed the door, and turned to prepare Feng Yanan's toiletries.

As soon as Feng Shengrui and Xiaohong left, a dark figure appeared in the room. It was Yan Lingxiao. He sneaked in over the wall again.

Near noon, the sun shines through the delicate window lattice, scattering in the boudoir. Yan Lingxiao, the war king, is still wearing a black robe, standing quietly beside the bed, his eyes deep and gentle. He is like a guardian angel, silently guarding the woman who is still sleeping on the bed.

Feng Yanan's sleeping face looks even more peaceful under the sunlight. Her long hair is scattered casually on the pillow, contrasting with the white bed sheets. Her eyelashes cast a light shadow under her eyelids, making her face look more three-dimensional. Her slightly opened red lips seem to be telling the sweetness of a dream.

Yan Lingxiao stood by the bed, his eyes never leaving Feng Yanan's face. His eyes were full of tenderness and affection, as if at this moment, the whole world was left with only the two of them. He gently stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her cheek, but in the end he restrained his impulse.