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

Yan Wuji's eyes lingered on Feng Yanan's face, trying to find the true meaning of her words. However, what he saw was a calm and composed woman, which made him even more confused. He shook his head secretly in his heart. He didn't believe that Feng Yanan would say such words sincerely, especially when she mentioned Yan Lingxiao, her tone clearly revealed a hint of pride and satisfaction.

Yan Wuji's suspicions grew even stronger. He suspected that Feng Yanan was deliberately misleading him, or that he was threatened by the War King. This thought made him feel even more depressed.

So, he stepped forward and held Feng Yanan's wrist tightly. His voice was low and urgent: "Yanan, tell me the truth, did the War King threaten you? Do you have any difficulties that forced you to say this?"

Feng Yanan was startled by Yan Wuji's sudden action, but she quickly adjusted her mood. She looked up and met Yan Wuji's suspicious gaze, with a hint of determination in her eyes. "Your Highness, please respect yourself."

But Yan Wuji's hand tightly grasped her wrist. She tried to break free, but the other party didn't seem to let go. She couldn't help but frowned, and was about to speak again, but the War King Yan Lingxiao beside her spoke coldly.

"Let her go." Yan Lingxiao's voice was calm and majestic, but it carried an unquestionable command.

Yan Wuji felt the pressure from the War King. He turned to look at Yan Lingxiao and found that the War King's eyes were firm and deep. His other hand was tightly holding Feng Yanan's, as if he was declaring some kind of sovereignty. Yan Wuji's heart trembled, knowing that his behavior at this moment was indeed inappropriate.

He loosened his grip on Feng Yanan's hand and took a step back. "Yanan, I am a little abrupt, but I am just worried about you." Yan Wuji's words were filled with a hint of apology and embarrassment. He coughed lightly and said, "Yanan. But I just want to say that we used to have such a close relationship. I remember that time you always followed me, smiling so brightly, we played together, and shared happiness together. Those days are the most precious memories of my life. So now you can tell me anything." He used "I" instead of "I am the prince".

He tried to use the past to win back Feng Yanan, and also wanted to stimulate Yan Lingxiao, letting Yan Lingxiao know how close Feng Yanan was to him in the past.

His words seemed full of nostalgia and emotion, but at the same time it was not difficult to detect the deeper meaning in his words.

However, Feng Yanan did not show an expression of emotion or nostalgia as the prince expected. She kept a proper smile on her face.

Yan Lingxiao observed Yan Wuji's reaction, and after confirming that he had indeed let go of Feng Yanan, he gently loosened his other hand that was holding Feng Yanan's. Almost immediately, he pulled out a white handkerchief from his sleeve and began to carefully wipe Feng Yanan's hand that had just been touched by Yan Wuji.

His movements seemed normal, but every detail revealed a strong possessiveness and desire to protect. His eyes flashed with an unbreakable firmness, as if Yan Wuji's touch had tainted Feng Yanan's purity.

Seeing Yan Lingxiao like this, Feng Yanan was slightly stunned, feeling amused in her heart, and let him wipe it.

Deep in Yan Wuji's heart, anger was boiling like a storm, but he suppressed it tightly and didn't dare to release it easily. He stared at Yan Lingxiao and Feng Yanan's tightly clasped hands, and the jealousy in his heart almost burned him to death.

He understood that Yan Lingxiao was now a distinguished war king, and Feng Yanan was his fiancée who was about to marry him. He could not confront him head-on yet.

However, this did not mean that he could tolerate such humiliation. A dangerous light flashed in his eyes, and he secretly swore in his heart that one day he would make Yan Lingxiao pay the price.

Everyone in the room could see that the King of War was unhappy. Yan Zhichen smacked his lips and said, "Old Four, you really love your fiancée. You even mind if another man touches you a little bit."

Hearing this, Yan Lingxiao shot his eyes at Yan Zhichen like ice, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He said in a deep voice: "Prince Xian, you are wrong. I don't mind other men touching her, but I mind anyone who dares to have improper thoughts about her. She is mine, and no one can touch her."

Yan Lingxiao's words revealed absolute possessiveness and protectiveness, as if in his world, Feng Yanan was his private property, and anyone who had bad intentions towards her would be severely punished by him.

As he spoke, his eyes swept over Yan Wuji, with a hint of warning and threat. Yan Wuji felt this strong fighting spirit and hostility. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. The most important thing now was to stay calm and rational, and not let anger cloud his mind.

Yan Zhichen originally just wanted to make a joke to ease the atmosphere, but he didn't expect to cause such a strong reaction from the King of War.

He coughed and tried to ease the atmosphere: "Old Four, I'm just joking, you don't have to take it so seriously."

However, Yan Lingxiao did not let down his guard. He looked at Yan Zhichen coldly and said, "I will never joke about her."

Yan Lingxiao's answer left Yan Zhichen completely speechless. It seemed that Yan Lingxiao's feelings for Feng Yanan were not just ordinary deep, but to the point where they were beyond words.