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

The young man stood tall and straight, like a young pine tree, among the crowd in the pavilion. He had a handsome face, deep features, and a heroic look between his eyebrows. His eyes were deep and bright, as if they contained endless stories, making people want to find out.

His fair and delicate skin made him look younger and more energetic compared to Yan Lingxiao's tough face that had been precipitated by the years. Seeing Feng Yanan looking back at this moment, he had a faint smile on his lips, giving people a gentle and elegant feeling. However, despite this, his temperament was still slightly inferior to that of the War King.

Feng Yanan searched her mind for a while, but found that she had no impression of this person.

Feng Yanan looked at Yan Lingxiao in confusion, her eyes filled with inquiry and curiosity, as if silently asking, "Who is that person?" Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her eyes were flashing with inquiry, as if she wanted to get an answer from Yan Lingxiao.

Yan Lingxiao noticed Feng Yanan's gaze, and he spoke reluctantly, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "That's the prince, the emperor's younger brother, the son of Prince Yong." He paused, as if weighing his words, and continued: "He returned to Beijing after the Queen Mother passed away."

Feng Yanan nodded. The emperor, being in a high position, was deep-minded and extremely suspicious. He knew the complexity and danger of the power field, so he always maintained a kind of vigilance and alienation towards his brothers. In his eyes, even blood relatives could not guarantee that they would not have ulterior motives.

Therefore, when his younger brother Yan Feihan came of age, the emperor did not keep him by his side and use him, but sent him to a remote town in the southernmost part of Dongling State and granted him the title of king. This was both a way to appease Yan Feihan and a way for the emperor to protect his own power.

Yan Feihan, although of royal blood, lived a peaceful life in this remote town. He did not feel resentful because of the emperor's neglect, but instead cultivated his character and sharpened his mind in this quiet place. He knew the emperor's intentions and his own situation, so he never had any unreasonable thoughts, but just silently guarded this land and performed his duties faithfully.

Although the emperor was wary of Yan Feihan, his name gradually became a legend in this remote southern border. His benevolence and wisdom won the respect and love of the local people. His existence also became a solid barrier for the southern barbarians of Dongling Kingdom, protecting the country's peace and stability.

As the son of a prince, this prince naturally attracted much attention. He received a good education since childhood, and was both talented and good at martial arts. However, he was somewhat aloof and not good at socializing, so although he was famous, not many people really knew him.

The death of the Empress Dowager allowed him to return to Beijing. His return undoubtedly caused a great shock to the noble circles in Beijing. His identity and background also made people curious and respectful of him.

When Yan Lingxiao saw Feng Yanan staring at the prince Yan Wushuang, he narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he approached Feng Yanan and whispered in her ear with a slightly jealous tone: "Is he as good-looking as me? You pay so much attention to him, is he more attractive than me in your eyes?"

Feng Yanan was stunned by his sudden question, and then she was speechless: "Your Majesty, what are you talking about? I have never thought about it that way."

Yan Lingxiao seemed dissatisfied with her answer. He frowned slightly, and his voice revealed a bit of unwillingness: "But you have never stared at me like this!"

Feng Yanan looked at Yan Lingxiao's slightly unhappy expression, a hint of smile flashed in her eyes, she gently moved closer to him and whispered: "My Lord, are you jealous?"

Yan Lingxiao was slightly stunned by her blunt words, and then his mouth curled up a barely perceptible arc. He did not deny it directly, but said in a domineering and slightly coquettish tone: "My woman should naturally only stare at me."

His voice was deep and full of magnetism, as if it had some kind of magic, which made Feng Yanan's heartbeat speed up unconsciously. She looked at his domineering and cute appearance, who is your woman, it's not even a matter of time! But he was no longer the cold-faced, ruthless, and unfeminine murderer, now he could act like a spoiled child! With this skin, any woman would be unable to extricate herself from him just by smiling at her!

Feng Yanan looked at Yan Lingxiao's affectionate and slightly jealous expression, feeling helpless and amused. She sighed softly and said with a hint of mischief, "From now on, I will only stare at you, Your Majesty, okay?"

When Yan Lingxiao heard Feng Yanan's words, his unhappiness instantly disappeared. A smug smile appeared on his lips, as if he had obtained the most precious treasure in the world. He stretched out his big hand, gently scratched the tip of Feng Yanan's nose, and said softly: "You are sensible. In my eyes, there is only you, Nannan."