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

"Big sister, don't worry! I didn't show my real face!" Nanfeng said proudly.

"I believe that it won't be long before the news of the miracle drug reaches the capital." He took out a thick stack of banknotes from his arms: "Big sister, these are the banknotes I bought at the auction, please keep them."

Feng Yanan took the banknotes, but because he didn't count them, he gave half to Xiaohong who was waiting on the side, and gave the rest to Nanfeng.

"Big sister, what are you doing..." Nan Feng was stunned. Feng Yanan didn't care about the amount of money at all. He knew that this was a sign of trust in him.

Feng Yanan's eyes sparkled with determination. She said to Nanfeng, "Nanfeng, I think we should open a unique store in Beijing. This store is not a traditional clinic, but it will specialize in treating those difficult and complicated diseases that other clinics are helpless to treat. We want this store to become a magical place that is passed on by word of mouth in Beijing."

"The decoration of this store should be simple and elegant, revealing a mysterious and noble atmosphere. Some ancient paintings or books related to medicine and herbal medicine can be hung on the wall to create a profound cultural heritage. Some rare herbs and ancient medical instruments should be placed in the store to show our strength and expertise."

"And most importantly, we want to ensure that every patient who walks into this store can receive the most professional diagnosis and treatment."

"Nanfeng, take this money first. If it's not enough, ask me for it. I'm going to give this task to you. I believe you can do a good job. We want to create a medical miracle in the capital so that more people can benefit from it."

After listening to Feng Yanan's words, Nan Feng's eyes flashed with excitement. He bowed deeply and said firmly: "Big sister, please rest assured, I will definitely go all out and live up to your expectations!"

Feng Yanan asked Xiaohong to ask Aunt Hu to prepare some food, and then led a few people into the house to discuss what to do next.

On the morning of the second day, which was the tenth day of the eighth month, when the first ray of sunlight fell on the golden roof of the palace, the funeral bell suddenly rang without warning, breaking the tranquility of the morning. The bell echoed in the empty palace, melodious and sad, as if telling a piece of unfortunate news.

People woke up from their sleep and looked at each other with shock and anxiety on their faces. In this solemn and mysterious palace, the ringing of the funeral bell meant that an important person had passed away.

People and officials inside and outside the palace speculated which member of the royal family had died last night. Some speculated that it might be a respected royal elder who was old and in poor health. Although such news was sad, it was also expected.

However, some people speculated that it might be a young and promising prince or princess, whose death would undoubtedly bring great shock and grief to the royal family and the entire country. The ringing of the palace's funeral bell in the early morning added a bit of ominous foreboding.

In the early morning, a solemn and mournful atmosphere permeated inside and outside the palace. People prayed silently, hoping that the deceased could rest in peace and that the royal family could get through this difficult time.

King Yan Lingxiao sat alone in the study, his face as cold as iron. His eyes were deep, as if he could see through people's hearts. The atmosphere in the study became oppressive because of his presence. The sound of the death knell echoed in the air, but he was not surprised at all, as if he had expected the sound of the bell.

He sat there quietly, his hands folded on the table, his fingers slightly bent, revealing his inner determination and strength.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer, as if he was mocking the ignorance of the death knell. He knew that the death knell was not tolling for him, but for those who could not understand him. His existence was a challenge, a subversion, and a change to the world.

Yan Lingxiao looked into the distance through the window. "I wonder if Nan Nan is happy or sad when she hears the bell!" He really thought too much. Feng Yanan didn't know about these things at all. Is she still sleeping soundly at this time? And she is still far away from the capital in the courtyard!

However, at noon, Feng Yanan learned the news of the Queen Mother's death.