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

Yan Lingxiao just said coldly: "My woman is of no use to you, Prince, let alone others." The others he was referring to were naturally Lin Shengyang and Yan Zhichen who were present.

Yan Zhichen heard this: "Oh, Lao Si, you always protect your woman so much, which is really admirable. But you also know that as brothers, we are always curious about each other's lives." There was a casual smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was not angry at Yan Lingxiao's words. It was as if he was just chatting, his voice was soft and lazy, and every word was dragged out for a long time, as if time was a little too much for him.

Yan Lingxiao glanced at Yan Zhichen coldly, and his tone became more resolute: "Your Highness Prince Xian, I understand your curiosity, but I am responsible for the happiness and safety of my woman."

Yan Zhichen looked at Yan Wuji helplessly, "Brother Crown Prince!" He spread his hands and said lazily: "Look, this old man is too ignorant of romance. It seems that I have no chance to see the beauty of the future Princess Zhan today!"

As he said this, he crossed his legs.

Yan Zhichen's words made people understand that he didn't really take Yan Lingxiao and Feng Yanan seriously. He was just a bystander, with a bit of curiosity and amusement.

Yan Wu Ji and Lin Tai Shuai looked at each other, and seemed to understand each other's thoughts.

"General Feng, you came to Prince Zhan's mansion today because you wanted to meet Miss Feng, right? But Prince Zhan doesn't even take you, his future father-in-law, seriously..." Lin Shengyang hadn't finished his words of sowing discord.

Then a beautiful figure appeared lightly in front of everyone, breaking the original heaviness. Yes, it was Feng Yanan, she was wearing a dress today, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

The dress is made of elegant brocade silk, with a loose hem that sways gently with her steps. The skirt is embroidered with delicate peony patterns, with the flowers mainly in lavender, occasionally interspersed with light pink and white, just like the morning glow in early summer, fresh and elegant. The hem is embroidered with golden edges, adding a bit of luxury and nobility.

Feng Yanan is even more beautiful without makeup, like a fairy in a painting. Her skin is as white as jade, delicate and almost transparent, revealing a cool temperament. Her eyebrows are slender and soft, her eyes are like autumn water, full of affection, and her gaze is bright. Her nose is straight, her lips are as red as cherries, and when she opens her lips slightly, her white teeth are exposed. Her smile is like a spring breeze, giving people a warm and peaceful feeling.

Her appearance instantly dissipated the tense atmosphere in the side hall. She walked gracefully, and every step seemed to be on the clouds, light and graceful. Her beauty was not only in her gorgeous and exquisite appearance, but also in the calmness and confidence that emanated from her inside out.

Feng Yanan walked into the side hall gracefully under the gaze of everyone. Her eyes swept across the people in the room, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, gentle yet a bit scrutinizing. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence, as if she could see into everyone's heart.

The first person who caught her eye was the Crown Prince Yan Wuji. He was wearing a light yellow brocade robe with delicate dragon and phoenix patterns embroidered on it, showing the dignity and majesty of the royal family. He was tall and straight, standing like a pine tree in the crowd. He had a handsome face, and his eyebrows revealed an unruly and arrogant look, as if he was a natural king.

Then, Feng Yanan saw Lin Shengyang. He was wearing a green robe with a jade belt around his waist, which made him look elegant and graceful. Although he was only about 35 or 6 years old, he had a handsome face and a bookish look in his eyes, as if he was a well-read scholar. His behavior revealed a calmness and confidence, as if everything was under control.

Finally, Feng Yanan's gaze fell on the idle prince Yan Zhichen, whom few people had seen.

Yan Zhichen's facial features are exquisite, like a masterpiece of nature, unforgettable at first sight. His eyebrows are elegant, as beautiful as a crescent moon, and there is a sense of unruly and arrogant between his eyebrows. His eyes are deep and bright, like twinkling stars, revealing a unique charm. His nose is high and his nose wings are slightly open, revealing a heroic spirit. His lips are clearly defined, and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth always seem to have a playful smile, which makes people involuntarily attracted to him.

Compared with Yan Wuji, Yan Zhichen has 70% similar facial features, but his personality is completely different. Crown Prince Yan Wuji is also handsome, his temperament is more noble and majestic, while Yan Zhichen is more uninhibited, as if he is a free and unrestrained wanderer. His eyes do not reveal the sharpness and depth of the crown prince, but a kind of cynical frivolity and uninhibitedness, as if all the rules and constraints in the world cannot restrain him.

Feng Yanan couldn't help but sigh that each of these royal children was a top handsome man.

But then again, Feng Yanan had an inexplicable feeling about Yan Zhichen, always feeling that he was not as simple as he seemed. Although she could not clearly point out the specific problem, this intuition made her remain vigilant towards Yan Zhichen.

Perhaps because she was a secret agent in her previous life, she was used to being alert in interpersonal communication and not trusting others easily. In her eyes, everyone may have an unknown side.