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

Yan Lingxiao slowly opened his eyes, and the splitting headache made him frown involuntarily. His sight gradually focused, and what came into his sight was Feng Yanan lying quietly beside him. Her face was pale, her body was covered with scars, and she looked exhausted.

Yan Lingxiao was filled with mixed emotions. He clearly remembered that he saw Feng Yanan before he lost his mind. And now, Feng Yanan was lying beside him.

He struggled to sit up, and although he was still a little weak, his eyes were firm and gentle. He gently stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Feng Yanan's cheek, but was afraid that his touch would make her feel uncomfortable.

"Yanan..." Yan Lingxiao's voice was a little hoarse, but full of concern, "How are you? Did I...did I hurt you?"

Yan Lingxiao's pain surged like a tide, and his heart felt like it was torn apart. He clearly realized that he had hurt Feng Yanan with his own hands, and those shocking scars were like sharp blades, piercing his heart again and again.

Yan Lingxiao clenched his hands into fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh, but he didn't feel any pain. In his heart, he only felt guilty and painful towards Feng Yanan. He hated himself for losing control and hurting her.

Tears slid down quietly, and Yan Lingxiao cried silently.

In the dim light of the secret room, Yan Lingxiao's figure looked particularly tall and firm. He squatted down and carefully picked up Feng Yanan from the cold floor. His movements were gentle and skillful, as if he was afraid that a little force would hurt her.

Feng Yanan's body seemed unusually light in Yan Lingxiao's arms, like a feather that could be blown away by the wind at any time. Her face was as pale as a piece of paper, and under her tightly closed eyes, her eyelashes fluttered slightly like butterflies, showing the fragility and helplessness of life. Her long hair fell on both sides of her cheeks, adding a bit of sad beauty.

Yan Lingxiao's eyes were deep and focused, and there was only Feng Yanan in his eyes. He held her tightly, as if he wanted to use his own strength to resist all the harm in the world. His face was full of worry and anxiety, as if he was carrying the weight of the whole world.

The moment the stone door of the secret room burst open, Yan Lingxiao rushed out in a hurry. His face was haggard, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were full of anxiety and worry. He hugged Feng Yanan tightly, and her body trembled slightly in his arms. Her face was as pale as paper, and her breath was so weak that it was almost unnoticeable.

Ming Liu and the others were stunned when they saw this. They had never seen Yan Lingxiao lose his composure like this, and they had never expected him to leave the secret room in the middle of the night. In their memory, every time Yan Lingxiao had an attack of poison, he would endure the pain until the next day before coming out. But today, he ended his retreat early, holding the dying Feng Yanan in his arms.

"Master!" Ming Liu was the first to react. He quickly stepped forward and wanted to take Feng Yanan from Yan Lingxiao, but was glared back by Yan Lingxiao.

"No need!" Yan Lingxiao's voice was hoarse and low. He hugged Feng Yanan tightly, as if he was afraid that she would disappear if he let go. His eyes swept over Ming Liu and others, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, "Go and tell Gu Zimo."

On every full-moon night, Gu Zimo would appear in the pharmacy of the palace on time. Tonight was no exception. The moonlight shone through the window lattice, sprinkled in every corner of the pharmacy, stretching Gu Zimo's figure long and making him look extremely lonely.

Gu Zimo was wearing a green robe with delicate herbal patterns embroidered on his cuffs and collar, as if it was his unique mark as a pharmacist. There was always a hint of melancholy on his face, but his eyes were shining with determination. He knew that he had a great responsibility, and Yan Lingxiao's life was in his hands.

The pharmacy was filled with all kinds of medicinal herbs, some of which exuded a faint fragrance, while others had a strong smell of medicine. Gu Zimo skillfully shuttled between the medicine shelves, selecting the herbs he needed. His fingers gently slid over the herbs, as if he was caressing their souls and sensing their medicinal effects.

He carefully put the herbs into the mortar and slowly ground them with the pestle until they became fine powder. Then, he mixed the powders together in a certain proportion and poured them into the copper medicine pot. As the fire gradually increased, the herbs in the pot began to boil, making a gurgling sound.

Gu Zimo stared at the medicine pot intently, stirring the herbs with a wooden stick to ensure that they were fully blended. His face was full of concentration and seriousness, as if he was performing a solemn ceremony.

Gu Zimo was concentrating on preparing the herbs, and seemed to be oblivious to everything outside. However, at this moment, Ming Liu rushed into the pharmacy, looking panicked and speaking in a hurried tone: "Doctor Gu, come, follow me to the prince's courtyard!"

Gu Zimo was stunned, and a sense of inexplicable tension surged in his heart. He looked up at Ming Liu, his eyes full of confusion: "Why are you going to the prince's courtyard at this time? Is Yan Lingxiao coming out?"