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

Yan Wuji watched this scene, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. He envied Yan Lingxiao's love for Feng Yanan, but he was more jealous. He knew that he could never treat Feng Yanan like Yan Lingxiao did, and he could only use her. No, he couldn't let Feng Yanan fall into Yan Lingxiao's arms. If they joined forces, he would be further and further away from that position. He would never let the two of them get together.

When they reached the door, Yan Lingxiao paused and said calmly: "I still have to accompany the princess, you two can do as you please." Then he left the side hall with Feng Yanan in his arms without looking back.

The host had ordered everyone to leave, and those who had no foresight left Prince Zhan's mansion unwillingly.

Yan Lingxiao carefully carried Feng Yanan across the courtyard and into the main courtyard. He gently placed her on the soft bed, his eyes filled with deep worry. He looked down at her, his eyes flashing with a gentle yet determined light.

"Your injury hasn't healed yet, how can you go out?" Yan Lingxiao gently scolded, his voice revealing his deep concern for her. His hand gently stroked her cheek, as if to confirm whether she was okay.

At this time, Feng Yanan had lost her shyness. She could feel Yan Lingxiao's worry and care. She smiled slightly and said softly, "Your Highness, I'm fine now!"

Yan Lingxiao gently held her hand, he looked at her and said seriously: "I can handle the things outside, you don't have to worry. You just need to have a good rest, taking good care of your body is the most important thing." Yan Lingxiao didn't know that her injury was indeed healed, he just thought Feng Yanan said that to comfort himself. This made him feel even more sorry for Feng Yanan.

Feng Yanan smiled slightly, trying to reassure Yan Lingxiao, and said softly: "I'm really fine, Your Majesty, you don't have to worry." Her voice was soft but firm, trying to convey her true situation.

However, Yan Lingxiao only thought that Feng Yanan was afraid that he would feel guilty, so she lied that she was fine.

"Yanan, you don't have to lie to comfort me," Yan Lingxiao's voice was soft but firm, "I don't want you to suffer any grievance just to avoid making me worry!"

Feng Yanan felt Yan Lingxiao's concern and worry, and she understood that he was so concerned about her. So, she held Yan Lingxiao's hand, looked into his eyes seriously, and said, "Your Highness, I am really fine now. I don't want to make you worry, but I don't want to lie to you. My injuries have healed."

Seeing Yan Lingxiao still had doubts on his face, Feng Yanan knew that it would be difficult to convince him completely with just words. So, she decided to take a more direct approach to prove that her injuries had healed. She gently pulled up her skirt, revealing her previously injured calf. The original scars there had disappeared without a trace, and the skin had returned to being white and smooth, as if it had never been injured.

Then, Feng Yanan rolled up her sleeves again, revealing the wounds on her arms. Similarly, the bloodstains had healed without even a trace of scars left. Her fair skin glowed with a healthy luster under the light, and it looked like she had indeed fully recovered.

Yan Lingxiao looked at the wound Feng Yanan showed, his eyes full of surprise. He looked at her in disbelief, as if he had seen a miracle. He remembered that her wound was still clearly visible and bloody before he left. How could it be so perfectly healed after just a while?

"This... is this true?" Yan Lingxiao's voice trembled slightly. He couldn't believe what he saw.

Feng Yanan nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, Your Majesty. I am really well now. Maybe you will find it incredible, but this is the truth. I don't want you to worry about me all the time, so I hope you can believe me."

Yan Lingxiao looked at Feng Yanan's flawless white skin, and the shock in his heart surged like a tide. In his eyes, Feng Yanan seemed like a fairy from a myth, beautiful and mysterious. He couldn't imagine that such a miracle would happen to her.

At the same time, Yan Lingxiao's heart was filled with guilt and self-blame.

He looked into Feng Yanan's sincere eyes, and the doubts in his heart were far less than Feng Yanan's safety. He didn't ask anything. He just hugged her tightly in his arms. His arms were as solid as steel, and he tightly embraced Feng Yanan in his arms, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

"I'm sorry, Yanan." Yan Lingxiao's voice was low and full of emotion, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of his heart. "I hurt you. It's all my fault. Although you have recovered by yourself, those injuries are real! How painful it must have been for you at that time."

His voice was full of self-blame and pain, as if every breath was filled with endless regret. His hands gently stroked Feng Yanan's back, as if he was comforting a wounded child.

"Seeing you hurt, my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. I shouldn't have let you endure such pain." Yan Lingxiao continued, his voice filled with endless tenderness and care.

Feng Yanan felt the sincere emotion in Yan Lingxiao's embrace and voice, and a warm current surged in her heart. She knew that Yan Lingxiao really cared about her. She also gently hugged Yan Lingxiao back.

"Your Highness," Feng Yanan said softly, "It's not your fault. It's all because those who poisoned you were so vicious."