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

The night was as dark as ink. Yan Lingxiao sat quietly beside the bed, staring at the sleeping Feng Yanan with a sharp gaze. She was like a budding flower, lying peacefully in the soft bedding. The moonlight shone through the half-open window and sprinkled on her peaceful face, adding a bit of mysterious charm to her.

Yan Lingxiao's hands gently stroked her hair, as if he was cherishing the most precious treasure. His eyes were filled with deep attachment and reluctance. He slowly stood up, his eyes never leaving Feng Yanan, as if he wanted to deeply engrave her appearance in his heart.

When he finally reached the window, he stopped and looked back at the woman he loved deeply. Under the moonlight, she was as beautiful as an angel, and Yan Lingxiao's heart was filled with endless attachment. After a long time, he turned around and disappeared into the night.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone through the gap in the curtains and onto Feng Yanan's face, waking her up from her sweet dream. She slowly opened her eyes, facing the warm beam of light, with a faint smile on her face.

Feng Yanan felt unusually refreshed, as if her whole body was full of energy. She sat up and stretched, feeling her body light and flexible. She rubbed her eyes in confusion.

Last night, she seemed to sleep particularly soundly, as if she was in a soft cloud, gently swaying in the gentle breeze.

She also dreamed that someone was guarding her, but who was that person? She couldn't see the person's true face.

Never mind, it was just a dream. She was so hungry at this moment. How could she not be hungry after sleeping from yesterday afternoon till now? So she asked Xiaohong to bring breakfast. She still had a lot of things to do, so after breakfast she went to discuss things with Liu Zhiyun.

On the 15th day of the eighth month of this year, the capital was filled with a heavy sense of sorrow. The death of the empress dowager plunged the entire palace and the people into grief, and thus, the laughter and prosperity of previous years were no longer seen.

The streets were no longer brightly lit and noisy as in previous years. The windows of every household were closed, with only the occasional whiff of incense smoke reminding people of this special day. In previous years, people would gather in the courtyard on the full moon night to admire the moon, guess lantern riddles, eat moon cakes, and enjoy the joy of reunion. However, this year, all of this was overshadowed by the passing of the empress dowager, and the entire capital seemed to be shrouded in a layer of sad fog.

The palace was solemn and silent. The celebrations and banquets of the past were cancelled, replaced by solemn sacrifices and silence. The palace maids and eunuchs were busy with sad faces, making final preparations for the Queen Mother's death.

At noon, Feng Yanan sent Xiaohong to accompany the children after lunch. She returned to her room and locked the door. She entered the space and was in the living room of the space villa. The living room was filled with a dazzling array of gold and silver jewelry, each of which was shining and dazzling. Some of these jewelry were gorgeous and complex, while others were simple and exquisite. They were all treasures that she carefully selected and sorted from the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Although it was called sorting, in fact, the little fox had already sorted the jewels into categories and arranged them in an orderly manner. She used the magical power of space magic to classify the jewels according to material, style, value and other factors, and placed them neatly in the open space in the living room.

At this moment, the living room seemed to have turned into a jewelry exhibition hall, with all kinds of jewelry emitting charming brilliance under the light. Feng Yanan stood in the middle of the living room, looking around at the jewelry. But there was no joy in her eyes.

Instead, her face was filled with anxiety and worry. She turned her gaze to the little fox playing nearby.

"Jintong, where did you put those letters?" she asked softly, her tone full of anticipation and nervousness.

The little fox stopped playing, turned around, looked at her with its crystal clear eyes, and then gently jumped to her side.

"Master, don't worry, I will do my job with confidence!"

She squatted down and stroked the little fox's soft fur.

The little fox turned and ran to a hidden corner. After a while, it came back with a small box in its mouth and placed the box in front of her.

She opened the box and found the letters neatly placed inside. A pleased smile appeared on her face. "Golden pupil, awesome!"

She stroked the little fox again, then carefully picked up the letters and read them carefully.

Her eyes were fixed on the letters as she flipped through them page by page, but her expression became increasingly heavy as she read more.

At first, she only frowned slightly, secretly surprised by the petty and nimble behavior described in the letter. Although those trivial matters were immoral, they were still within her tolerance. She thought it was just the selfish desires of some small people, and perhaps it could be corrected by giving them a beating.

However, as she read the letters, her face began to become grim. She discovered that these letters actually involved secret exchanges with enemy countries. The words were full of conspiracy, which made people shudder. Feng Ya's hands began to tremble slightly, and she felt an unprecedented pressure.

She continued to read, and the contents of the letter frightened her more and more. The prime minister had betrayed the country and colluded with the enemy. There were two more lists. She couldn't understand them, but they must be very important. Her face became darker and darker, as if the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the power of thunder and lightning could erupt at any time.

Feng Ya's heartbeat quickened, and her breathing became rapid. She felt a surge of anger burning in her chest, almost bursting through it. She held the letter tightly, her fingers turning white with anger.