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

Zuo Xuemei slowly turned around and looked at Lin Shengyang, as if she had lost her soul. Lin Shengyang naturally knew that all the precious items in the warehouse had been stolen. He could not care about his wife at this moment. His face became even paler in an instant, as if all the blood had been sucked out of him in an instant. He widened his eyes, flashing with anger and disbelief, and his clenched fists trembled, revealing his inner anger.

"Who is it? Who did it?" Lin Shengyang's voice trembled with anger, and his voice echoed in the empty warehouse, sounding unusually loud. He looked around, trying to find traces of the vandal, but there was only ruins and dust around him.

The anger rushed into his heart like a raging tide, making him feel chest tightness and shortness of breath. His face became paler and paler, and his body was shaking unconsciously. Suddenly, he felt dizzy, his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness and fell backwards to the ground.

The guards and servants around were startled by Lin Shengyang's sudden fainting and hurried forward to check on him.

At the moment when Lin Shengyang suddenly fainted, Zuo Xuemei, who was originally immersed in the loss of her soul due to the theft of the warehouse, woke up as if from a dream. Her eyes widened instantly, and the paleness and astonishment on her face were replaced by deep worry and panic. Her heartbeat accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of her chest.

She immediately rushed forward and knelt down beside Lin Shengyang. She held Lin Shengyang's hands tightly with both hands, her eyes filled with tears, and she called out in a trembling voice: "Master, Master, what's wrong with you? Wake up..."

Her voice echoed in the empty hall, filled with endless anxiety and expectation. Her tears silently slid down and dripped onto Lin Shengyang's hands, each drop of which was like the concentration of worry and pain in her heart.

Zuo Xuemei's call gradually became more shrill, and she gently patted Lin Shengyang's face with her hands, trying to wake him up. Her face was full of helplessness and despair, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.

She kept calling out, tears kept falling, the panic and anxiety in her heart could not be expressed in words. She just hoped that Lin Shengyang could wake up and that he would be safe.

After Lin Shengyang's fainting caused a commotion, the great guard standing nearby finally stepped forward. His voice was steady and powerful, trying to calm Zuo Xuemei's emotions: "Madam, we should help the old man back now and let the palace doctor take a look."

Zuo Xuemei was reminded by the words of the chief guard. The tears in her eyes had not yet dried, but she had tried to calm herself down. She nodded, and although her voice was still a little trembling, it was already firm: "Yes, you are right. Quick, quick, quick! Help the master back, and you go and call the palace doctor to the main courtyard!"

Zuo Xuemei gave the order, and several guards immediately took action. They carefully laid Lin Shengyang flat on the stretcher. Zuo Xuemei followed closely behind, holding Lin Shengyang's hand tightly all the way, her eyes full of worry and expectation.

Back in their courtyard, Zuo Xuemei immediately asked the guards to put Lin Shengyang on the bed. She stood by the bed, holding Lin Shengyang's hand tightly, watching the court doctor carefully examine Lin Shengyang's body. Her heartbeat was still fast, but she tried to keep herself calm. She knew that what she needed to do now was to stay with the master.

Feng Yanan stood outside the Zhan Palace, the moonlight shining on her calm and determined face. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and turned on her perspective eyes. Everything around her became transparent in her sight, as if she could see through the obstacles of matter and see into the essence of things.

However, when she cast her eyes towards the Zhanwang Mansion, she could not help but frown. The strictness of the Zhanwang Mansion's guards was beyond her imagination. The defense arrangement of the Zhanwang Mansion not only had physical walls and patrol teams, but also hidden mechanisms and traps, which were enough to scare ordinary villains away.

She thought to herself, "Yan Lingxiao is indeed worthy of his reputation. He was able to arrange such a tight defense for the Zhan Palace, which shows that he is thoughtful and steady. No wonder he can stand firm in the court and be so powerful."

Feng Yanan knew that such a defensive arrangement not only required great wisdom and skills, but also a large amount of resources and manpower. The fact that Yan Lingxiao was able to do this undoubtedly proved his strength and status.

Feng Yanan didn't want to take any risks. She knew her abilities and strengths, but she also knew that there were always people in this world that she couldn't match. Moreover, after a whole night of tossing and turning, her body felt a little tired. She needed to rest and recover her strength.

Therefore, Feng Yanan decided to use the teleportation function of the space. She entered the space and concentrated her mind, feeling the spatial fluctuations around her, looking for a suitable teleportation point. Once, twice, three times... She kept trying, and each time she accurately calculated the distance and direction of the teleportation.

Finally, Feng Yanan successfully teleported to Yan Lingxiao's room.