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

Feng Shengrui had no expression on his face, as if he was immersed in his own thoughts. Prince Yan Wuji stood aside, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and confusion.

The prince spoke again, with a hint of pleading and expectation in his tone: "General, are you really not going to go with me to the Zhan Palace to see Yanan?"

However, Feng Shengrui still did not respond. He looked up at the sky, as if looking for some kind of answer. The prince looked at him, and a sense of frustration surged in his heart.

At this moment, Feng Shengrui suddenly turned to the housekeeper and said, "Prepare the car." His voice was calm and firm, as if he had made an important decision.

The butler nodded immediately and hurried off to prepare the carriage. Feng Shengrui turned to look at the prince, with a gleam of determination in his eyes: "Prince, excuse me, I have to go to the Zhan Palace." This clearly meant that he did not want to go to the Zhan Palace with the prince.

The prince looked at him, with a flash of surprise and joy in his eyes. He finally understood Feng Shengrui's decision. Although he was unwilling to go with him, as long as he went, it would prove that Feng Shengrui had listened to his words.

So the prince took his leave and drove towards the direction of Prince Zhan's mansion.

In the main courtyard of the Zhanwang Mansion, sunlight shone obliquely from the window onto the exquisite wooden floor, creating mottled light and shadows. In the quiet of the afternoon, Feng Yanan lay quietly on the soft bed. She had just finished drinking medicine, and her face was slightly pale, but the fatigue in her eyes had gradually dissipated.

Yan Lingxiao stood beside the bed, his figure looking even more upright and firm in the sunlight. He did not leave, but just silently guarded Feng Yanan, his eyes full of concern and tenderness.

The breeze outside the window blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness, but also dispelling the dullness in the room.

In this warm afternoon, time seemed to slow down and become peaceful. Yan Lingxiao just stayed by Feng Yanan's side quietly until she fell asleep peacefully.

Yan Lingxiao stood by the bed, looking at Feng Yanan tenderly. Her hands were quietly placed under the quilt, and her skin was as white as jade. He gently held her hand, feeling the warmth of her fingertips, and a deep protective feeling surged in his heart.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence. Ming Liu walked in nervously and reported in a low voice: "My Lord, something bad has happened. The Crown Prince is here and wants to see Miss Feng."

Yan Lingxiao frowned slightly, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. He knew that the prince had always coveted Feng Yanan, and his sudden visit at this moment must have bad intentions. He took a deep breath and ordered in a deep voice: "Tell the prince that Miss Feng has taken a lunch break and is not available to see guests."

Ming Liu took the order and left, and soon came back to report: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said that he just had something to discuss with Miss Feng and would not disturb her rest."

Yan Lingxiao sneered, knowing the prince's intention. He instructed Ming Liu again, "Tell the prince that Miss Feng needs absolute quiet and rest, and no one is allowed to disturb her. If he really cares about Miss Feng, he should respect her needs."

Ming Liu took the order again and left. Soon, the prince's angry voice and footsteps were heard in the courtyard. Yan Lingxiao ignored it and just stood quietly beside the bed, looking at Feng Yanan tenderly. Only when he was by her side could she rest in peace, and he would feel at ease.

Just as Yan Lingxiao was lost in thought, thinking about how to protect Feng Yanan, the door opened again and Ming Liu appeared quietly. There was a hint of anxiety on his face, as if something urgent had happened.

"Your Highness," Ming Liu reported in a low voice, "General Feng is here too, and he wants to see Miss Feng as well."

Yan Lingxiao was slightly stunned, his brows furrowed. This Yan Wuji. I thought he was just going to leave like that, but it turns out he has a backup plan.

"Tell General Feng to wait in the side hall for a moment. I will be there soon." Yan Lingxiao said in a deep voice.

Ming Liu nodded and turned to leave.

Yan Lingxiao took a deep breath, leaned over and kissed Feng Yanan on the forehead, then turned and headed to the side hall.

Yan Lingxiao walked into the front hall, his eyes inadvertently falling on Feng Shengrui. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, it was apology, an indescribable guilt. All this was because he couldn't control his power when the poison took effect, and accidentally hurt Feng Yanan. When the poison took effect, his reason was devoured by pain and rage. He was like a wild beast out of control, and he actually hurt the woman he loved the most.

At that moment, his heart seemed to be torn apart, and the pain and regret intertwined together, forming an indescribable pain. He watched Feng Yanan fall to the ground, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth. At that moment, his world seemed to collapse.

So, when he saw Feng Shengrui, he couldn't help feeling apologetic.

Yan Lingxiao took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner turmoil. He knew that now was not the time to express his apology. He would prove his sincerity with his actions in the future. He slowly walked into the side hall. "General Feng is here today. I am sorry for not welcoming you."

Feng Shengrui finally came back to his senses and saluted: "Greetings, Your Majesty!"

"General, there is no need to bother with me. Please take a seat!" Yan Lingxiao said as he walked to the main seat and sat down.