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

The emperor then gave a direct order to the prefect of Jingzhao, ordering him to immediately send someone to work with Minister Wen to investigate the two recent thefts.

The emperor's words were like an imperial decree, and there was no room for doubt. Jiang Xuyang, the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture, immediately accepted the order, knowing that this was the emperor's high regard for the two thefts and his trust in his ability. He knew that the responsibility was heavy and dared not slack off in the slightest.

This morning, Yan Lingxiao did not go to the Jinluan Palace to attend the morning court as usual. He stayed alone in the quiet study room, with morning mist outside the window and sunlight shining through the screen window. Yan Lingxiao sat at the desk, his fingers lightly touching a secret compartment on the table, as if he could sense the secret hidden in it.

He slowly opened the secret compartment and took out a portrait. It was an exquisite portrait of a man in green, with delicate brushstrokes and soft colors. The man in the portrait had a handsome face and deep eyes, as if one could see his inner world through the scroll. Yan Lingxiao stared at the portrait, with a soft light flashing in his eyes.

As he watched, another figure seemed to appear in front of Yan Lingxiao's eyes - Feng Yanan. An indescribable emotion surged in his heart, and the shadows of the man in blue and Feng Yanan quietly overlapped in his mind. The corners of his mouth raised, and a happy smile appeared, as if at this moment, all the troubles were thrown behind his mind.

The study was filled with the faint scent of ink and books, which intertwined with the fresh morning breeze outside the window, creating a peaceful and warm atmosphere. Yan Lingxiao was immersed in his own world, enjoying this rare tranquility and joy. He gently stroked the man in blue in the portrait, as if he was communicating with him silently.

Yan Lingxiao's mood was as bright as the warm spring sun, and his thoughts drifted back to the warm scene of yesterday. Yesterday, he couldn't help but kiss the little woman who made his heart beat. She didn't refuse, but let his lips kiss hers. At that moment, his heart was filled with happiness and satisfaction.

The corners of Yan Lingxiao's mouth kept that perfect arc, as if the whole world was lit up by his smile. He was immersed in this happiness, enjoying every moment with her.

At this moment, the door of the study room opened gently, and Ming Liu walked in. However, Yan Lingxiao, who was immersed in happiness, did not seem to notice Ming Liu's arrival. He still stared at the portrait in his hand, with a happy smile on his face, as if the whole world was left with only him and the man in green (Feng Yanan).

Ming Liu, as Yan Lingxiao's personal bodyguard, had always been accustomed to the seriousness and deepness of his own prince. In his memory, the prince always had that cold face, as if nothing in the world could touch his inner emotions. Therefore, when Ming Liu walked into the study and saw the perfect arc on the corner of Yan Lingxiao's mouth, his first reaction was that he was dazzled.

He stared at Yan Lingxiao with wide eyes in disbelief. His mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to confirm that what he saw was not an illusion. He blinked and looked carefully again to confirm that the prince's smile was not an illusion. This expression, this relaxed and happy atmosphere, was a big deal to Ming Liu.

In his opinion, the prince's smile should be rare, even precious. But now, he saw with his own eyes that the prince showed such a gentle smile.

Ming Liu stood at the door of the study. Although he was shocked by the prince's smile, his duty made him quickly return to the topic. He called out softly, "Prince." There was a hint of respect and temptation in his voice.

However, Yan Lingxiao seemed to be completely immersed in his own thoughts, or attracted by the scroll in his hand, and did not respond immediately. Seeing this, Ming Liu felt a little uneasy, but still decided to try again. So, he raised his voice a little louder and called out again: "Prince!"

This time, Yan Lingxiao finally responded. He raised his head, looked at Ming Liu with a bit of displeasure in his eyes, and said, "I am not deaf, if you have anything to say, please tell me." Although his voice was not loud, it revealed an unquestionable majesty.

Ming Liu was startled by the prince's eyes and tone, and hurriedly lowered his head, secretly thanking himself for not forgetting his duties just because of the prince's smile. He quickly sorted out his thoughts and briefly said what he wanted to report.

"Your Highness, the Grand Tutor's residence was also robbed last night. I heard the commotion was quite serious!"

Yan Lingxiao only frowned slightly, but did not put down the scroll in his hand. His tone was a bit serious: "Oh? The Grand Tutor's Mansion was also robbed? So, the thief was caught?"

Ming Liu quickly replied: "Your Highness, this is what's strange. Despite the commotion, not a single person was seen, let alone the thief was caught."

A sharp light flashed in Yan Lingxiao's eyes, and he asked in a deep voice: "So, even the guards of the Grand Tutor's Mansion didn't find anything unusual?"

Ming Liu nodded: "Yes, Your Majesty. It is said that the guards of the Grand Tutor's Mansion did not find any trace of the thieves, and did not even leave any clues. This incident has caused a great sensation in the capital, and everyone is guessing who is behind this."