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

Feng Yanan got on her carriage and breathed a sigh of relief. She thought Yan Lingxiao would follow the usual practice and ride in her carriage. However, just as she sat down and prepared to set off, the carriage curtain was suddenly lifted and a figure jumped in lightly.

Feng Yanan looked up and saw Yan Lingxiao sitting opposite her as if nothing had happened. He had a faint smile on his face, as if he had expected all this.

"Your Highness, what are you doing..." Feng Yanan was slightly stunned and looked at Yan Lingxiao with some confusion.

Yan Lingxiao smiled slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of determination: "Today, I will protect you closely."

"But don't you have your own carriage?" Feng Yanan looked at Yan Lingxiao helplessly. She didn't need protection at all. She had a space, and if she encountered danger, she could hide in the space, but if Yan Lingxiao was there, she would expose the space.

Yan Lingxiao didn't seem to care about her reaction. He smiled faintly and said, "Of course my carriage has its uses, but today I must protect you closely."

"My Lord, it would be disadvantageous for you to ride in the same carriage with me."

"Oh? Why did you say that?"

"There are so many women in the capital who admire you. We are riding in the same carriage. I will have to endure the glares of those women who admire you. I don't know how they will treat me later."

"So Nan Nan is worried about this problem! No problem!" Yan Lingxiao curled his lips, and his deep and magnetic voice surrounded his ears. "Could it be! Nan Nan is reminding me to stay by her side and protect her every day?"

Hearing this, Feng Yanan glared at him: "Tsk. Who needs your protection and staying by my side every day!" As she said this, she did not forget to roll her eyes at him, then snorted and turned to look out the window.

Yan Lingxiao found her angry look so adorable. He curled his lips and said, "Okay, don't be angry. It was me who wanted to protect Nan Nan." He said in a coaxing tone.

Although Feng Yanan was very angry, she could only sigh helplessly. She knew Yan Lingxiao's character. Once he made a decision, it would be difficult to change it. She could only pretend to be indifferent.

The two sat opposite each other, and the carriage started slowly. The carriage was so quiet that only the sound of the carriage's hooves and wheels could be heard. The two of them tacitly did not speak again.

Feng Yanan's eyes kept drifting out of the window, revealing a kind of light tranquility. The scenery outside the window kept changing as the carriage moved forward, from the bustling streets to the quiet fields, and every scene seemed like a beautiful painting.

At the same time, Yan Lingxiao's eyes never left Feng Yanan. He sat quietly opposite her, his eyes focused and affectionate. He admired Feng Yanan's dignified and gentle temperament, and watched the outline of her slightly side profile appear even softer under the sunlight.

The breeze blew gently through the window, bringing a hint of coolness and freshness. Feng Yanan's hair fluttered gently in the breeze, as if a wisp of soft cloud was dancing in the air. The long black hair shone in the sun, forming a sharp contrast with her skin, making her skin look even more beautiful.

The destination this time is a temple called "Jing'an Temple", located in the northeast of Beijing, on the top of a mountain more than two hours away. The mountain is not high, but the terrain is steep and the mountain road is rugged, giving people a sense of seclusion and tranquility. The carriage cannot reach the temple directly, so it can only stop at a spacious open space at the foot of the mountain.

Since Jing'an Temple is far from the capital, people who go there to pray will stay overnight, so she specially brought Xiaohong and Xue'er with her this time. Unexpectedly, Yan Lingxiao suddenly appeared. She only arranged another carriage for the two little maids.

Yan Lingxiao also brought his right-hand man Ming Liu with him. Ming Liu was a secret guard, and Yan Lingxiao transferred him to his side after Qing Ming left for a mission. Both of them were highly skilled in martial arts and meticulous, and were Yan Lingxiao's right-hand men.

Of course, there were also secret guards accompanying him, which was Yan Lingxiao's usual practice when traveling. The secret guards hid in the dark, silently guarding their safety.

The carriage that Xiaohong and Xue'er were riding in also contained some daily necessities, Feng Yanan's favorite snacks, and a few sets of clothes for the group to change into. Their carriage followed closely behind Feng Yanan's carriage.

The carriage moved slowly along the wide official road, and the carriage swayed slightly with the rhythm of the wheels rolling and the horses' hooves pounding the ground. Feng Yanan sat on the soft and comfortable cushion. Although the carriage was moving smoothly, she still felt sleepy.

She yawned lightly, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and said to Yan Lingxiao opposite her: "My Lord, I'm a little sleepy, I'll take a nap first. Remember to wake me up when we get there."

Yan Lingxiao looked at her sleepy face, his eyes full of concern and tenderness. He nodded gently and said softly, "Okay!"

Then Feng Yanan was seen closing her eyes, leaning against the carriage and breathing evenly.

The light inside the carriage gradually softened, and Feng Yanan leaned against the side of the carriage, breathing evenly and quietly. Her sleeping face looked particularly peaceful, as if all the worries and fatigue were released at this moment.