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

On the morning of September 9, the sky was a light blue, with a few thin clouds drifting leisurely. The sun shone through the clouds and shone on the magnificent roof of the palace, reflecting a dazzling light. Although the palace festival banquet was cancelled this year due to the death of the Queen Mother, the solemnity and mystery of the palace remained unchanged.

Outside the palace, on both sides of the street, dignitaries dressed in gorgeous clothes and took their families to the temple. Their carriages and sedan chairs were lined up and moved slowly forward, forming a unique landscape. The rolling sound of the carriage wheels and the shouts of the sedan bearers intertwined, forming a unique melody in the early morning.

At the General's Mansion, Xiaohong came to Feng Yanan's room early and began to dress her up. Feng Yanan sat in front of the mirror, letting Xiaohong comb through her long black hair, combing out a hint of exquisiteness. There was no excessive expression on her face.

As a woman living in modern society, she is firm and independent in her heart and has little interest in traditional beliefs and superstitions. However, in the face of Xiaohong's repeated persuasion, she finally had to compromise. Xiaohong's words echoed in her ears, and every word touched the softest part of her heart - the reputation of the general's mansion.

So, even though she did not believe in those traditional beliefs and superstitions, she still chose to attend the temple's prayer event.

With Xiaohong's skillful dressing, Feng Yanan looked like a fairy walking out of a painting, elegant and refined, a feast for the eyes.

Her makeup is elegant and natural, like a spring in the mountains, crystal clear. Her eyebrows are slender like willows, slightly upturned, revealing a heroic spirit. Her eyes are like autumn water, with eyeliner gently upturned, as graceful as a crescent moon. The eyeshadow at the corners of her eyes blooms like peach blossoms, adding a bit of charm to her. Her lips are rosy, as delicate as cherries, and the slightly upturned corners of her mouth reveal a gentle temperament.

Feng Yanan's clothes are extremely simple and elegant, like a blooming white lotus. She wears a plain white long skirt, which drags on the ground and sways gently, like a fairy descending to the earth. The skirt is embroidered with delicate orchid patterns, which are elegant and fresh, complementing her temperament. A light blue ribbon is tied around her waist, fluttering in the wind, adding a sense of elegance.

Her hair was combed into a simple bun, with a jade hairpin inserted in it, which was crystal clear and matched her temperament. Two small pearl earrings hung by her ears, swaying gently with her movements.

After getting everything ready, Feng Yanan pushed open the concierge. However, the scene before her made her pause. Yan Lingxiao, the extremely noble prince, was standing outside with his back to the door, quietly.

His figure seemed even taller and straighter in the early morning light.

Yan Lingxiao was dressed very elegantly today, wearing a dark purple brocade robe with exquisite dragon patterns embroidered on it, highlighting his noble status. The hem of the robe swayed gently with his steps, like a purple sea of ​​clouds. A gold-rimmed jade belt was tied around his waist, adding a bit of majesty. He wore a purple cloak embroidered with gold edges on his shoulders, which fluttered gently in the wind, adding a bit of elegant temperament to him.

His hair was simply tied up with a jade hairpin, revealing his smooth forehead and deep eyes. Those eyes were as bright as stars, revealing a firm and deep light.

The nose bridge is high, the lip lines are clear, and the facial contours appear even clearer in the morning light.

Feng Yanan was slightly stunned. She had never seen Yan Lingxiao dressed so formally. In her impression, Yan Lingxiao was always dressed in brocade clothes, low-key and restrained. But today, he seemed like a different person, exuding a noble and majestic aura, making it impossible to ignore his presence.

Yan Lingxiao seemed to notice Feng Yanan's surprise, he turned around and his eyes met Feng Yanan's. His eyes were firm and deep, as if he could see into people's hearts.

"Today, I will be responsible for your safety." Yan Lingxiao's voice was low and powerful, revealing an unquestionable firmness.

Feng Yanan frowned slightly. She didn't want to cause trouble for Yan Lingxiao. After all, she was just going to burn incense and pray for the safety and health of her family. She didn't need the prince to accompany her in person.

"Your Highness, there's really no need to trouble you." Feng Yanan's tone contained a hint of apology and persistence.

However, Yan Lingxiao did not seem to be willing to compromise. A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, as if he had already made a decision.

"I must accompany you." There was an unquestionable firmness in his voice.

Feng Yanan was helpless. She knew the prince's character. Once he made a decision, it would be difficult to change it. So she had no choice but to nod and agree to let Yan Lingxiao accompany her.

The two walked side by side. When they arrived at the gate of the mansion and saw Yan Lingxiao's noble carriage, she was speechless. Can't you be more low-key when you go to burn incense? Feng Yanan looked at Yan Lingxiao and said, "Your Highness, I can take the carriage in the mansion!" After saying that, she didn't give Yan Lingxiao a chance to refute and got on her own carriage first.