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

Ming Liu shook his head, his tone filled with anxiety and helplessness: "It is the prince who has come out, but Miss Feng! She is seriously injured. The prince has personally brought her back to the courtyard, and now she needs your treatment!"

Hearing that Feng Yanan was injured, Gu Zimo's medicinal herbs trembled and almost fell. He stood there in a daze, with an inexplicable worry in his heart. How did she get injured? Why did she appear in the palace at this time?

However, at this moment he didn't care about the doubts in his heart. He quickly packed up the herbs and tools, and went straight to Yan Lingxiao's main courtyard - Shui Xieting with Ming Liu.

The atmosphere in Shuixie Courtyard was extremely solemn. As soon as Gu Zimo stepped into the yard, he saw Yan Lingxiao standing in front of Feng Yanan's bed, his eyes full of worry and anxiety. Feng Yanan was lying on the bed, her face as pale as paper, and her breath was so weak that it was almost unnoticeable.

Gu Zimo immediately walked to the bedside and began to carefully examine Feng Yanan's injuries. He gently felt her pulse, frowned, and quickly analyzed the severity of the injury in his mind.

"How did she get hurt?" Gu Zimo couldn't help but ask, with a hint of blame and confusion in his voice.

Yan Lingxiao did not answer immediately, but just looked at Feng Yanan in silence, with a trace of pain and self-blame in his eyes. After a long time, he slowly spoke in a low and hoarse voice: "I hurt her."

Gu Zimo was shocked when he heard this. "What did you say?" Gu Zimo couldn't believe it. If it was really Yan Lingxiao who hurt Feng Yanan, "How did she get into the secret room?" He couldn't believe the question in his heart. Yan Lingxiao had set up layers of barriers outside the secret room. No one could get in except Yan Lingxiao himself. Why was Feng Yanan in the secret room? How did she get in?

Yan Lingxiao glanced at Ming Liu and his subordinates, and it was obvious that he had thought of this as well.

Those subordinates who usually followed him around with such awe-inspiring power now all looked fearful, as if they were shrouded by an invisible pressure.

"Tell me!" Yan Lingxiao's voice was cold and majestic. "How did she get in?"

The secret room? What did the king tell you?"

Ming Liu and the others looked at each other, helpless and confused. They really didn't know how Feng Yanan got into the secret room. He himself didn't know why Feng Yanan found the secret room by herself, and they couldn't get in. They really didn't know how Feng Yanan got in. But they couldn't stop Feng Yanan, causing her to be seriously injured and making the prince feel guilty, which was their fault.

"Master, I accept the punishment." Ming Liu's voice was trembling. He had also seen that Feng Yanan was very important to Yan Lingxiao during this period of time. This touched Yan Lingxiao's reverse scale.

Xiaohong stared at Feng Yanan in disbelief. It had only been two hours since they last saw each other, but the energetic and smiling Feng Yanan was now lying motionless on the bed, with a pale face and shocking scars all over her body. An indescribable grief and anger surged in her heart.

Xiaohong's eyes were moistened instantly, and tears fell uncontrollably. She gently held Feng Yanan's hand, feeling the cold and powerless temperature, and her heart was even more painful. She kept calling out, her voice filled with endless anxiety and expectation.

"Miss, wake up! I'm Xiaohong, and I'm here to see you. How did you become like this?" Xiaohong's voice was choked with sobs. She couldn't imagine what terrible thing Feng Yanan had experienced.

Her heart was filled with self-blame and guilt. She should have followed the young lady closely, perhaps she would not have fallen into such danger.

Yan Lingxiao looked at Feng Yanan on the bed with a deep and serious expression. He glanced at Gu Zimo who was standing beside him, with a clear command and unquestionable firmness in his eyes. He spoke lightly, and although his voice was not loud, every word was clear and powerful: "Gu Zimo, save him quickly."

Gu Zimo did not respond immediately, his eyes wandering between Yan Lingxiao and Feng Yanan.

He said nothing extra, expressed no dissatisfaction or doubt.

Sitting gently on the bed, he placed his fingers gently on Feng Yanan's wrist and felt her pulse for the second time. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed deep worry.

Yan Lingxiao stood aside anxiously, his eyes fixed on Feng Yanan's pale face.

"Gu Zimo, how is she?" Yan Lingxiao's voice was filled with a hint of impatience and irritability, and his eyes were full of worry for Feng Yanan.

Gu Zimo took Feng Yanan's pulse and calmly analyzed her condition. However, Yan Lingxiao just wanted Feng Yanan to wake up quickly. He frowned, and his eyes revealed his urging to Gu Zimo.

"What happened to her?" Yan Lingxiao's tone revealed anxiety.

Gu Zimo ignored Yan Lingxiao's impatience and continued to concentrate on checking Feng Yanan's pulse. His eyes were full of concentration and seriousness, as if he and Feng Yanan were the only two people in the world.

Finally, Gu Zimo let go of his hand. He looked at Yan Lingxiao with a serious and earnest expression: "Her condition is more serious than I thought. I need to treat her immediately."

Yan Lingxiao did not respond, but nodded, signaling Gu Zimo to act quickly. His eyes never left Feng Yanan, and his heart was filled with worry and love for her.