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

Yan Zhichen, who was sitting next to him, put down the teacup in his hand, and a playful smile appeared on his lips. He looked around, then looked at Yan Wuji and said lightly: "Yes, I have always been curious about this woman who can make Fourth Brother, the always cold God of War, so infatuated with her. What is so special about her?"

Yan Wuji's eyes flashed with dissatisfaction when he heard this. He glanced at Yan Wuhen and said with a provocative tone: "Why, third brother is interested in Yan Nan even though she has no sister?"

Yan Zhichen smiled lightly and shook his head: "I can't say I'm interested, I'm just curious. Fourth brother is so persistent, I want to see what's so special about Feng Yanan."

In the main courtyard, as Yan Lingxiao's footsteps faded away, Feng Yanan slowly opened her eyes. Yes, she was just pretending to be asleep. She was originally very weak, and she looked like she was asleep as long as she closed her eyes.

However, just as she was about to get up, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if an invisible sharp blade had instantly pierced her heart. Feng Yanan couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and her face instantly turned as pale as paper.

Feng Yanan felt weak at this moment, as if a gust of wind could blow her down. She bit her lower lip gently, enduring the pain in her body. Suddenly, she had an idea, and a small bottle appeared in front of her. She carefully opened the bottle, which was filled with pills that exuded a mysterious smell.

She stretched out her shaking hands and gently took out a pill. She carefully observed the color of the pill, and after confirming that it was correct, she put it in her mouth. The pill melted in her mouth, and a cool feeling spread in her mouth, and then turned into a warm current that flowed through her body.

After taking the medicine, she felt her originally weak body begin to change. The strength in her body gradually recovered, and the pain was slowly easing. Her complexion gradually became rosy, and her physical strength gradually recovered. Her limbs seemed to be full of strength, making her feel more comfortable than ever before.

Then she sat up and took out a small bottle from the space again. She gently opened the cap, carefully poured some ointment on her fingers, and then gently applied it to the injured area.

Her movements were very gentle, fearing to irritate the wound. The ointment penetrated into the skin, emitting a faint fragrance. The injured skin gradually became smoother, and the pain gradually eased.

As she applied the ointment, Feng Yanan's expression became more and more relaxed. She knew that this trauma medicine had a magical effect, which could quickly heal wounds and relieve pain.

Feng Yanan had just put the bottles and jars back into the space when she heard the sound of the door being pushed open gently. She knew it was her personal maid Xiaohong. Xiaohong was very worried about her because she had been unconscious for three days. The War King had been guarding her by the bed, and Xiaohong was waiting anxiously outside. Now that the War King had finally left temporarily, Xiaohong couldn't wait to sneak in to visit her mistress.

The door slowly opened, and Xiaohong appeared at the door. Her frail figure showed all the worry and fatigue she had felt over the past three days. When she saw Feng Yanan sitting on the bed, looking relaxed, as if nothing had happened, she couldn't help but burst into tears of joy.

Xiao Hong walked quickly to the bedside and gently stroked Feng Yanan's cheek with her hand. Tears fell down her cheeks and she said excitedly: "Miss, you finally woke up. I didn't dare to sleep for the past three days because I was afraid that you would not wake up."

Feng Yanan smiled and comforted her: "Silly girl, I'm fine, right? Don't worry, I'm fine now, don't worry about me anymore."

Xiao Hong burst into laughter and nodded in agreement. After a while, Xiao Hong asked carefully, "Miss, why did you suddenly get hurt three days ago? We were only separated for a while, how could you get hurt so badly?" Her voice was full of concern and confusion, and her eyes were staring at Feng Yanan nervously.

Feng Yanan smiled lightly, with a hint of indifference in her tone: "Actually, what happened that day was an accident. But I'm fine now, don't worry." When she said this, a hint of gratitude flashed in her eyes, and then she changed the subject and looked at Xiaohong, saying with concern: "Xiaohong, you don't look very well these days, you must not have had enough rest. You should go down and have a rest, don't tire yourself out. How can you take care of me in the future!"

Without waiting for Xiao Hong to respond, she continued: "Xiao Hong, did the general come to the palace? Do you know why he came?" Just now, he heard Ming Liu come to report to Yan Lingxiao. First, Yan Wuji came and asked to see him, and then his father also wanted to see him. Did his father know that he was injured and was worried about her?

What about Yan Wuji? Did he know that Yan Lingxiao was poisoned? That's why he came to provoke him.