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

Xiaohong stood beside Feng Yanan, her face looked a little nervous and her voice was low and mysterious.

"Miss, there is something I think I should tell you."

Feng Yanan raised her head with a questioning look in her eyes: "What's wrong, Xiaohong? What's making you so nervous?"

Xiao Hong looked around and confirmed that there was no one else before she spoke in a low voice, "Not only did the general come to Prince Zhan's mansion, but there were also several uninvited guests."

Feng Yanan frowned slightly: "Uninvited guest? Who is it?"

Xiao Hong took a deep breath and said in a deeper voice, "It's the Crown Prince, Prince Xian, and Grand Tutor Lin."

Feng Yanan's eyes flashed with surprise after hearing this, but she quickly regained her composure. She thought for a moment, then asked Xiaohong, "What are they doing in the palace?"

Xiao Hong shook her head: "I am not sure, but I saw them enter the palace together. It seems that they have bad intentions."

Feng Yanan sighed softly. She knew that these people were not easy to deal with. Standing in front of the window, her heart was as bright and firm as the sky outside the window. She knew the purpose of these people's visit. So, she turned to Xiaohong and said gently, "Xiaohong, prepare some water for me to wash my face."

Xiaohong nodded immediately, her eyes full of respect, and she walked out of the room lightly.

Feng Yanan stood in the empty room, her eyes wandering around, and began to carefully look at this room that belonged to Yan Lingxiao. The room was simple yet elegant, exuding a low-key luxury. The dark wooden furniture exuded a faint sandalwood scent, with smooth lines and hard texture, and was obviously carefully selected and polished. There were several landscape paintings hanging on the wall, with delicate brushstrokes and profound artistic conception, adding a bit of elegance to the whole room.

In the corner of the room stood a guzheng, the strings of which were neat and tidy, and it was obvious that someone played it often. Feng Yanan gently stroked the guzheng, feeling its delicate texture and melodious lingering sound, and she couldn't help but respect Yan Lingxiao's elegant taste.

The windows are spacious and bright, and the curtains are made of elegant silk. Through the windows, you can see the lush greenery and delicate rockery in the courtyard. When the breeze blows, the curtains flutter gently, bringing a hint of fresh grass and woods.

Although the whole room is simply decorated, every detail reveals Yan Lingxiao's care and taste. Feng Yanan couldn't help but sigh that Yan Lingxiao, the god of war, was so low-key, not flaunting his power and status, but choosing to live in a peaceful and restrained way. Such a character and style made her admire and be curious about Yan Lingxiao even more.

She stood quietly in the middle of the room, feeling the unique atmosphere emanating from the space where the God of War lived.

Although they were in Prince Zhan's mansion, Xiaohong was very efficient and soon brought back the toiletries.

She put the things down gently and said softly, "Miss, you haven't recovered yet. Let me help you wash." As she spoke, she tested the water temperature deftly and handed over a soft towel with a faint lavender scent, which was refreshing.

Feng Yanan nodded slightly, took the towel, and began to wash her face carefully. Her face was beautiful, her eyebrows were like crescent moons, and her eyes were like autumn water. After washing, Xiaohong respectfully handed her a cup of warm tea. Feng Yanan took a sip and immediately felt her mouth was fragrant and refreshed.

Next, Xiaohong began to dress Feng Yanan. She carefully picked up the hairpins and hairpins one by one and gently inserted them into Feng Yanan's black hair. Her technique was skillful and gentle, as if she was creating a work of art. After a while, an elegant and noble bun appeared behind Feng Yanan's head.

Finally, Xiaohong put a gorgeous dress on Feng Yanan. The dress was made of brocade and embroidered with exquisite peony patterns, which not only showed Feng Yanan's noble status, but also highlighted her graceful temperament. The key is that it fits her very well, as if it was made specifically for her, but she recalled that she didn't have this dress?

When Feng Yanan looked at the gorgeous dress she was wearing, she frowned slightly, revealing a hint of doubt. The style and color of the dress seemed extremely feminine, and it was very different from the clothes she usually wore. She turned to look at Xiaohong and asked, "Xiaohong, this is not my dress!?"

Xiaohong looked at Feng Yanan, a mysterious light flashed in her eyes. She smiled and said, "Miss, you don't know. This is actually specially made for you by the prince. The prince said that as the mistress of the Zhan Palace, you should have the most gorgeous dress to set off your temperament. The prince had it made when you were unconscious."

Feng Yanan felt a warm current in her heart when she heard this. She had never thought that the War King would consider her so carefully, even arranging her clothes personally. She gently stroked the delicate fabric of the dress, feeling the exquisite embroidery on it, and her heart was filled with emotion.

Xiaohong looked at Feng Yanan's happy look and felt happy for her. She knew that the prince's love for the young lady was from the heart, and the young lady's gratitude to the prince was also sincere.