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

Feng Yanan gently let go of Yan Lingxiao and looked at him.

"Your Highness, don't you have any questions?" she asked, with a hint of anticipation in her voice.

Yan Lingxiao was slightly stunned, and then he understood what Feng Yanan meant. He did have many questions, about her sudden improvement in her injury, and about the secrets behind it. But he also knew that since Feng Yanan chose to tell him this, it was a sign of trust in him. So, he took a deep breath and decided to face everything calmly.

"Yanan, I do have many questions." Yan Lingxiao looked into Feng Yanan's eyes and said, "But I know that you have your secrets. I believe in you and I believe you will tell me everything in person. Now I just want you to be well."

Feng Yanan listened to Yan Lingxiao's words, and a touch of emotion flashed in her eyes. She knew that Yan Lingxiao was telling her in his way that no matter what happened, he would stand firmly by her side. This trust and commitment made her feel extremely relieved.

"Thank you, my lord." Feng Yanan said with a smile, "In fact, I have a magical medicine."

She paused, as if trying to organize her words, and then continued, "It was because of the magic medicine I used that my wounds healed so quickly."

Yan Lingxiao couldn't help asking again after listening to Feng Yanan's words: "But you have suffered serious internal injuries, you know! Gu Zimo said... you may never wake up." When he said this, his voice trembled and tears welled up in his eyes. But he tried his best to restrain his tears from falling.

"Your Highness! Don't worry, everything is fine, including my internal injuries." Feng Yanan deeply felt the care that Yan Lingxiao exuded from the bottom of his heart. That warm and firm look, that unconditional trust and support. She thought that she couldn't go back. If she had to find someone to accompany her for the rest of her life, Yan Lingxiao would be the most important one in her life. His every subtle movement, every caring word, created ripples in her heart.

Feng Yanan thought of the detoxification pill in her space. It was an extremely precious medicine that could remove the damage of various toxins. It was the most precious thing the organization gave her.

"Your Highness, this is an antidote pill." Feng Yanan took the medicine out of thin air and gently spread out his palm.

Her eyes were full of determination and expectation. She looked at Yan Lingxiao, her voice trembling slightly, but full of sincerity: "It can cure a hundred poisons, but I'm not sure if it can really cure the poison you've been poisoned with."

She paused, took a deep breath, and continued, "But I want to try. I don't want to see you suffer from this poison. I want to do everything I can to save you."

Yan Lingxiao looked at her, and a warm current surged in his heart. He knew that this was not just a pill, but also Feng Yanan's care and trust in him.

He held Feng Yanan's hand tightly, his eyes full of gratitude: "Yanan, thank you." Then he took the Hundred Poison Pills from Feng Yanan's hand without hesitation.

He looked at Feng Yanan deeply, with gratitude and determination flashing in his eyes. Then, he put the pill into his mouth without hesitation.

The pill melted in his mouth, and a cool feeling instantly spread to his limbs. Yan Lingxiao felt a warm current surging in his body, as if there was a force helping him resist the toxins in his body.

Although he was not sure whether the pills could completely remove the poison from his body, Yan Lingxiao had no regrets. He believed in Feng Yanan. Even if the pills were ineffective, he was willing to pay any price for this concern.

After a while, Yan Lingxiao suddenly uttered a low groan, and then his eyes turned red, as if burning with two flames. His facial muscles were tense, and veins on his forehead bulged, showing that he was in extreme pain. He clutched his chest tightly, as if an invisible force was tearing his internal organs apart.

Feng Yanan panicked when she saw this, and wanted to ask about Yan Lingxiao's condition, but she didn't know how to start. Seeing Yan Lingxiao's painful expression, she was filled with worry.

"Prince, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with the pills?" Feng Yanan asked anxiously.

Yan Lingxiao shook his head, clenched his teeth, and tried to endure the pain in his body. He knew that it was not the pills that were causing the problem, but the poison in his body. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but the pain became more and more intense, as if it was going to tear his entire body apart.

"I... I don't know..." Yan Lingxiao spoke with difficulty, his voice full of pain and helplessness, "The poison mixture... in my body... seems... there is some kind of power..."

Hearing Yan Lingxiao's words, Feng Yanan became even more confused. She had never heard of any poison that had such a strange power that could cause even more intense pain after taking the antidote.

Feng Yanan held Yan Lingxiao's hand tightly, her eyes full of determination and trust. "Your Highness, you must hold on! We will find a solution!" she said in a trembling voice.

With Feng Yanan's encouragement, Yan Lingxiao tried to stay awake and calm. He knew that he couldn't just give up, as he still had too many unfulfilled wishes and responsibilities. He gritted his teeth and continued to endure the pain in his body, while silently praying in his heart that he could survive this.