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

In the capital, the atmosphere in the Grand Tutor's Mansion today was unusually heavy. The servants in the mansion were busy and nervously shuttling between the corridors and the courtyard, their faces full of worry and helplessness.

In a remote room, Lin Yueshu was tied tightly to a chair. Her long hair was disheveled, her face was pale, and her eyes were empty and dull. Because of her madness, the family members of the Taishi Mansion had to take such measures to ensure that she would not hurt herself or others.

Although her body was bound, her struggles and screams continued to echo in the empty room. Her voice was full of pain and despair, as if she was calling for salvation from within.

Lin Shengyang decided to send her to the other courtyard today, hoping that the environment there would allow her to calm down temporarily. The servants carefully lifted her from the chair and gently placed her in a plainly decorated carriage. The interior of the carriage was carefully decorated with cushions and restraints to ensure that Lin Yueshu would not be injured during the journey.

The carriage slowly drove out of the gate of the Grand Tutor's Mansion, passed through the bustling streets, and finally disappeared in the hustle and bustle of the capital. The servants of the Grand Tutor's Mansion stood in front of the door, watching the carriage go away, their hearts filled with endless worries and prayers. Lin Shengyang, the head of the Grand Tutor's Mansion, was tall and had a strong face, but at this moment, he could not hide the tenderness and helplessness in his eyes. He stood in front of the mansion, his eyes closely following the carriage carrying his crazy daughter, with mixed feelings in his heart.

His wife, Zuo Xuemei, stood beside him, her hands clenched, tears glistening in her eyes. She watched the carriage go farther and farther away, the pain in her heart was like being torn apart. She couldn't imagine that her daughter would end up like this, being tied up and taken away. It all seemed like a nightmare.

"Husband, Shu'er..." Zuo Xuemei's voice was choked with sobs and she couldn't continue.

Lin Shengyang gently held his wife's hand, with a firm look in his eyes: "Mei'er, we have to believe that Shu'er will get better. We are only leaving temporarily for her safety and so that she can get better treatment."

Zuo Xuemei nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks. She knew that as a mother, she should be strong and pray for her daughter. She looked up at the sky and prayed silently in her heart: May Shuer be able to find peace in the courtyard, may her condition improve soon, and may she be able to return to this home and regain the happiness and carefreeness she once had.

Jinghuang Yayuan, a quiet and elegant villa surrounded by greenery, welcomed one of its owners today - Feng Shengrui. This villa was built by his wife, and every detail contains her hard work and love. Now, this love has been fully passed on to their daughter Feng Yanan.

Feng Shengrui stepped into this familiar land, and what came into his sight were patches of verdant bamboo forests. The breeze blew, and the bamboo leaves rustled, like a gentle movement of music. He strolled along the winding path, feeling the tranquility and harmony here, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

Standing in the courtyard of Jinghuang Yayuan, feeling the courtyard built by his wife, his thoughts could not help but drift far away. He closed his eyes, as if he could see his wife's busy figure and hear her gentle words. The beautiful times they spent together were like a picture scroll unfolding in his heart.

He thought of the warmth in his wife's smile, a smile as bright as the spring sun, which always dispelled the haze in his heart. He thought of her brain, which was always so smart, and she could come up with ideas that no one else could imagine.

His eyes fell on the flowers blooming in the yard. They were the sweet-scented osmanthus that his wife loved most when she was alive.

August and September are the seasons when osmanthus flowers are in full bloom. The osmanthus trees in the yard are tall and elegant, with dense golden flowers dotted among the dense branches and leaves. Whenever the breeze blows, the fragrance of osmanthus fills the entire courtyard, sweet and rich, as if it can penetrate people's hearts.

Feng Shengrui took a deep breath, and the familiar fragrance reminded him of his wife. He and his wife had strolled under the osmanthus tree, admiring the blooming flowers and feeling the unique fragrance. Those beautiful memories seemed to be just yesterday, yet so far away.

He gently stroked the trunk of the osmanthus tree, feeling its rough texture. The tree witnessed his love with his wife and carried their shared memories. Although his wife was no longer around, her love was like the roots of the osmanthus tree, deeply rooted in his heart.

Feng Shengrui closed his eyes, letting the fragrance of osmanthus surround him, as if he could feel the presence of his wife.

A faint sadness welled up in his heart. The years he spent with his wife had become eternal memories. However, he knew that his wife hoped that he could live strong and take good care of their daughter. So he put away the sadness in his heart and turned to walk towards Feng Yanan's yard.

Walking into the elegant courtyard, Feng Shengrui saw Feng Yanan sitting under the locust tree in the pavilion drinking tea. His daughter, although young, has grown into a graceful and elegant lady with extraordinary temperament. She was wearing a light and elegant dress, with an exquisite jade hairpin pinned in her bun, looking gentle and dignified. She was seven points similar to his wife.

"Father. Why are you here?" Feng Yanan saw Feng Shengrui, stood up and saluted, with a faint smile on her face.