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

Feng Shengrui walked forward and gently stroked his daughter's head, his eyes full of doting and reluctance: "Nannan, are you used to living here?"

"I'm used to it, father." Feng Yanan replied softly, "Everything here is from my mother's heart, I can feel her love." Feng Yanan had nothing to do during this period, but she often talked to Aunt Hu about her mother.

Feng Shengrui nodded, feeling a wave of emotion in his heart. He knew that before his wife left this world, what she was most worried about was her daughter. And this villa was her last shelter and blessing for her daughter.

"Dad will be leaving for Youzhou City tomorrow." Feng Shengrui said softly, "You must take good care of yourself and don't let Dad worry."

"I will, father." Feng Yanan nodded, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes, "You should take care of yourself too." He knew that since his father had already proposed to go to the northern border, it would be better to set off early.

The father and daughter chatted for a long time under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, discussing a wide range of topics, from memories of the past to visions of the future. Both of them had warm smiles on their faces.

As the sky gradually darkened, Feng Shengrui realized that he needed to go back and prepare his belongings for tomorrow's departure. He stood up and said softly, "Nannan, it's getting late, Dad should go back."

Feng Yanan nodded and stood up: "My daughter will go back with her father."

"Okay, okay!" Feng Shengrui nodded upon hearing that.

More than two hours later, the sky had become dark, and the lights on the street began to flicker. Two carriages slowly approached the majestic gatehouse of the general's mansion, and the sound of the wheels rolling was particularly clear in the silent night.

The first carriage was the one that Feng Yanan rode in. The carriage was richly decorated, and the windows were inlaid with exquisite patterns. As the carriage slowly drove in, the lanterns on the gate tower reflected Feng Yanan's dignified figure inside the carriage. She closed her eyes slightly, as if she was enjoying the tranquility and serenity of returning home.

Following closely behind was Feng Shengrui's carriage. Although it was not as gorgeous as Feng Yanan's carriage, it also looked steady and majestic. The window was half open, and Feng Shengrui's resolute profile could be vaguely seen. His eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about the various arrangements after returning home.

The two carriages stopped in front of the mansion, and the gatekeepers hurried forward to open the doors for the two masters and respectfully welcome them back to the mansion. Feng Yanan and Feng Shengrui got off the carriages one after another and walked calmly into the general's mansion.

After returning to the general's mansion, Feng Shengrui began to pack his luggage. He carefully selected clothes and daily necessities to make sure everything was ready. Feng Yanan quietly helped. Under the dim light, the two of them just quietly packed their luggage. Feng Shengrui's movements were orderly, and every detail revealed a deep determination and reluctance.

He took out a simple little box from the secret compartment under the bed. The wood texture had been worn smooth and deep by the years. He patted the box gently and motioned Feng Yanan to come over. Feng Yanan walked up to him in confusion.

Slowly opening the box, the scent of agarwood filled his nose. He introduced the items in the box one by one, each carrying the memory of him and his family. Feng Shengrui took out a stack of land deeds from the box.

"This one is located on a busy street in the East Market, which is one of the busiest markets in the capital. Our shop is right at the busy intersection, and our business is booming, with huge profits every year." Feng Shengrui pointed to the words on the deed and explained in detail.

Then, he took out another deed, which was a luxurious house in West City. "This is our family's mansion, located in the center of West Street, with an elegant environment and convenient transportation. But..."

When Feng Shengrui took out the deed to the West Street house, a hint of barely perceptible sadness flashed across his eyes. Feng Yanan noticed this subtle change and asked curiously, "Father, what's wrong? Why are you so sad when you mention this house?"

Feng Shengrui was silent for a moment, as if he was organizing his thoughts. He took a deep breath and spoke slowly: "This house was once the residence of our Feng family, and it was also where your uncle Huaijin's family once lived."

Feng Yanan was a little surprised after hearing this. She only knew that this house was the Feng family's property, but she didn't know it had such a history.

"At that time, our Feng family was just a small family and our family power was not strong. But as I made great military achievements at a young age, the reputation and status of the Feng family gradually increased, and the family began to grow gradually." Feng Shengrui recalled.

However, as the family grew, conflicts within the family began to emerge. The old lady, the mistress of the Feng family, began to favor Feng Huaijin's family and became indifferent to Feng Shengrui and other family members. This favoritism not only chilled Feng Shengrui, but also made the atmosphere of the entire family tense.

"Gradually, Huaijin's family became dissatisfied with the status quo and wanted more power and wealth." Feng Shengrui continued, "So, at a family meeting, they proposed the idea of ​​splitting up the family and wanted to take the title deed of this house as their property."

Feng Shengrui was not a fool at the time. He understood the significance of this house to himself, and also understood the ambitions of the mistress and Feng Huaijin's family. Therefore, he resolutely rejected their request. This family dispute eventually led to the separation of the family. Feng Shengrui left the house with his family, while Feng Huaijin's family got other properties.