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

Under the moonlight, Feng Yanan's words echoed in the air, and her words seemed to awaken the tranquility of the night. After she finished speaking, she woke up as if from a dream, realizing that she had revealed such a deep secret to Yan Lingxiao. She felt her cheeks slightly hot, and an inexplicable shyness and panic surged in her heart.

She couldn't help but start to reflect on why she said these words to Yan Lingxiao. Was it out of trust, or a desire to be understood? She thought of Yan Lingxiao's care and concern for her all the time, and his warmth and tolerance made her feel at ease. Had she already developed different feelings for Yan Lingxiao without realizing it?

She didn't dare to think about it any further, she turned her head gently and looked at the dim moonlight outside the window, trying to calm her agitated heart. However, the feelings in her heart were like the moonlight, which could not be concealed or ignored.

Feng Yanan sat in front of Yan Lingxiao's bed, with complicated thoughts in her mind. Recalling the moment when she first crossed into this world, she felt deeply confused and helpless. In this strange era, power is the truth, and she is an outsider, powerless and helpless, like a floating duckweed.

At the beginning, she did have the intention to use Yan Lingxiao. She was attracted by his status and influence, and hoped to gain a foothold in this world with his help. She needed a fulcrum, a fulcrum that could support her to settle down in this strange world, and Yan Lingxiao happened to be her choice.

However, as time went by, Feng Yanan discovered that Yan Lingxiao was not just an object that could be used. Outsiders said that he was cold-blooded and cruel. But during the time she had been in contact with him, it was exactly the opposite of what outsiders had said. His kindness, his sincerity, and his tolerance all made her feel moved. She began to reflect on her original intention, whether she really approached him just to use him.

Thinking of this, Feng Yanan came back to her senses. She felt that she must be abnormal, and she murmured to herself: "Why would I like this cold-faced god of war?"

"He must be too handsome, and I was seduced by his beauty. That must be it!"

At this moment, Feng Yanan was startled by Yan Lingxiao's sudden clenched hand. Her heartbeat accelerated instantly, as if it was about to jump out of her chest. It couldn't be such a coincidence that Yan Lingxiao woke up at this time? Didn't he hear what she just said? It was over. How could he always do such embarrassing things after traveling back to ancient times? She felt extremely embarrassed and panicked. She secretly blamed herself in her heart, why was she so careless and actually spoke her heart out in front of Yan Lingxiao.

However, when she listened carefully, she found that Yan Lingxiao's breathing was still even and steady, and he was obviously still asleep. Feng Yanan was relieved. It turned out that Yan Lingxiao didn't hear her. But she couldn't help but be curious. Why did Yan Lingxiao suddenly hold her hand tightly? Was he dreaming? Or was Yan Lingxiao always like this, and couldn't even sleep peacefully. What on earth had he experienced?

She gently raised her head and looked carefully at Yan Lingxiao's face. Under the dim light, his face looked even more handsome and profound. His brows were slightly wrinkled, as if he had encountered some trouble in his dream. And his hand was still tightly holding hers, as if he was afraid of losing her.

Feng Yanan could not help but be attracted by Yan Lingxiao's sleeping face. She gently raised her other hand and wanted to smooth out the wrinkles on his brow. But she thought of the words she had just said impulsively. She had to gently put down her hand.

She just quietly observed Yan Lingxiao's sleeping posture. Suddenly, she fell into deep thought, thinking about Lin Shengyang and Yan Wuji's visit today. She knew that their goal had not been achieved, and they would definitely discuss countermeasures again tonight.

Feng Yanan decided to go to the Marshal's Mansion late at night to find out their plan. She knew that she had to be cautious in her actions and not reveal her identity. But she was more afraid that Yan Lingxiao would suddenly wake up and not be able to find her. So, she took out a small syringe from the space. These were special tools she had prepared in advance for a mission in her previous life. The syringe contained a special potion made from a mixture of sleeping leaves and the magical spiritual spring water in the space. She looked down at his frowning brows and Yan Lingxiao who was holding her hand tightly.

Feng Yanan gently held Yan Lingxiao's hand and used her other hand to direct the needle into his arm vein. She took a deep breath and then quickly and accurately injected the medicine into his body.

As the medicine was injected, Yan Lingxiao's frown began to relax slowly. His breathing gradually became steady and rhythmic. The hand that was tightly holding Feng Yanan also slowly relaxed, as if all his tension and stress dissipated with the influx of the medicine.

Seeing this scene, Feng Yanan felt relieved. She knew that although this method of temporarily calming him down was not a long-term solution, it could at least allow him to have some peace tonight.

Feng Yanan gently put the syringe back into the space, then she changed into a black nightgown and tied up her long hair to minimize her exposure.

She quietly left the room, avoiding the patrolling guards in the mansion. In the dim night, she was like a nimble leopard, silently shuttling through the streets and alleys.