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

Until Feng Shengrui's back slowly disappeared from their sight, Feng Yanan was still staring blankly into the distance. At that moment, she seemed to be deeply drawn by an indescribable emotion, which was a deep attachment and reluctance to her father. Although she came from a completely different world and had only traveled here for more than a month, she had already deeply felt the warmth and care of Feng Shengrui as a father. In this strange era, Feng Shengrui became her most solid support.

Yan Lingxiao stood quietly beside Feng Yanan, looking at her tenderly. He noticed that the morning wind was a little chilly, so he took off his cloak and carefully put it on Feng Yanan. The cloak still carried his body temperature, as if it was a silent comfort and companionship.

Feeling the warmth on her body, Feng Yanan finally came back to her senses. She turned to look at Yan Lingxiao, a trace of gratitude and dependence flashing in her eyes. She whispered, "Go back." Although her voice was soft, it was full of determination and strength.

Yan Lingxiao nodded slightly, a look of determination flashing in his eyes. The two of them mounted their horses and headed back.

Yan Lingxiao sent Feng Yanan back to the Prime Minister's Mansion. He wanted to say goodbye, but Feng Yanan stopped and seemed to have something to say. Yan Lingxiao's heart moved, thinking that this was a rare opportunity, maybe he could use this opportunity to stay with her for a while longer.

Seeing Feng Yanan's serious expression, he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Nannan, is there something wrong?"

Feng Yanan looked back at him, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke: "Your Majesty, there is something I want to tell you."

Yan Lingxiao was delighted, but his face remained calm. He pretended to be calm and asked, "What's the matter? Just tell me."

Feng Yanan took a deep breath and said, "It's about the Prime Minister's Mansion. Let's go in and talk!"

Yan Lingxiao was slightly startled. He didn't expect that what Feng Yanan was talking about was about the Prime Minister's Mansion. This was indeed an important matter and could not be discussed outside. In case there were ears on the other side of the wall.

Yan Lingxiao and Feng Yanan walked side by side along the winding corridor in silence. Feng Yanan wore Yan Lingxiao's cloak, which seemed to still have his body temperature, making her feel warm.

The servants had already heard that General Feng was leaving for the Northern Frontier today. When they saw Feng Yanan wearing the cloak of the War King Yan Lingxiao, they knew that the two must have just returned from seeing the general off. They bowed their heads and saluted, respectfully leaving the room, not daring to disturb this godlike prince.

Seeing that the young lady was with the prince, Xiao Hong served them hot tea tactfully, and then quietly left. Only Yan Lingxiao and Feng Yanan were left in the room, and it was so quiet that they could only hear each other's breathing.

Yan Lingxiao looked at Feng Yanan, his eyes full of tenderness. He said softly, "Nannan, what did you say happened in the Prime Minister's Mansion just now?"

"Your Majesty, wait for me. I'll go get something for you to see."

After saying this, she stood up, her skirt swaying gently, like ripples on the lake, elegant and dignified.

However, in fact, the things she intended to show Yan Lingxiao were not somewhere else, but in her space.

The current situation did not allow her to take out these items directly in front of Yan Lingxiao. This might not only arouse his suspicion, but also make it difficult for her to explain. So she made an excuse to go back to the yard to get them.

She walked lightly to the door, pushed it open, and disappeared outside.

A moment later, Feng Yanan returned to the front hall with a simple little wooden box. She sat down gracefully and placed the box gently on the table. Yan Lingxiao looked at her curiously, wondering what was in the box.

Feng Yanan took a deep breath and gently opened the wooden box, inside which were neatly stacked letters.

"Your Highness, do you still remember that the Prime Minister's Mansion was looted some time ago? These letters were taken out of the secret room in the Prime Minister's Mansion." Feng Yanan said in a low voice.

Yan Lingxiao raised his head and looked at Feng Yanan in silence. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile. It turned out that the Prime Minister's Mansion was robbed by this little girl.

Feng Yanan looked at Yan Lingxiao's smile, and her heart began to beat fast. She didn't know why Yan Lingxiao suddenly smiled like that. Did he discover something? Her heartbeat quickened, and her palms began to sweat slightly as she tried to find the answer from Yan Lingxiao's eyes.

Yan Lingxiao did not explain immediately, he continued to smile, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. He looked at Feng Yanan's nervous look and decided to tease her.

"How come Nan Nan has a letter from the Prime Minister's Mansion?" Yan Lingxiao said softly, with a hint of doubt and a bit of sarcasm in his voice.

"Oh, yes, my people happened to encounter a thief stealing in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and they snatched it away..." Feng Yanan lied awkwardly, with a hint of uneasiness in her voice.

Yan Lingxiao nodded, and did not expose her. He said gently: "So that's how it is. Nan Nan's people are quite powerful. The thief that even the Prime Minister's Mansion couldn't catch was robbed by your people."

When Feng Yanan heard Yan Lingxiao's words, her heart tightened and she quickly changed the subject: "Your Majesty, these are not important, please take a look!"

Yan Lingxiao smiled and nodded, then picked up the top letter and opened it to read.