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

Although the nobles and ladies present were of noble status and prominent family background, they all seemed a little ashamed in front of these two legendary figures. Yan Lingxiao was not only a prince, but also the god of war of Dongling State. His military exploits were illustrious and his reputation was well-known. He was a hero in the hearts of countless people. Yan Wushuang, the son of Prince Yong, was also talented, wise and brave, and was also well-known in the border of Nanman. Both of them were admired by the people present.

Since Yan Lingxiao's aura was too strong, everyone could only stand aside quietly, listening to their conversation, their hearts filled with awe and yearning. They understood that these two legendary figures were the peaks they could never reach.

All the ladies present expressed their envy and jealousy towards Feng Yanan. Such an ordinary woman could stand side by side with the two legendary figures, Yan Lingxiao and Yan Wushuang, and chat and laugh happily.

They secretly wondered what kind of charm Feng Yanan had to attract these two outstanding men. Her behavior seemed to be nothing special, but it made the two heroes look at her sideways and even have a good conversation with her.

The envy in the young ladies' hearts surged like a tide. They wished they could be like Feng Yanan and have some interaction with such a heroic figure, even if it was only for a brief moment.

At the same time, the fire of jealousy was quietly burning in their hearts. They were jealous of Feng Yanan's luck, jealous that she could meet and associate with such a legendary figure. In their opinion, Feng Yanan seemed to have easily obtained what they dreamed of, which made them feel unwilling. But of course they dared not show their inner thoughts in front of Yan Lingxiao.

"Oh, why is Fourth Brother here too? I remember that Fourth Brother dislikes this kind of occasion the most. I thought I was seeing things just now." Prince Yan Wuji and several of his colleagues slowly approached this side. I saw that he had a hypocritical smile on his face, but his eyes were flashing with complicated light. He said in a surprised tone!

Upon hearing this, Yan Lingxiao smiled slightly, with a hint of coldness in his smile, and said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince is right!" His voice was steady and powerful, revealing an unquestionable firmness.

"I never like occasions like praying for blessings." He spoke calmly, looking directly at Yan Wuji without any avoidance. There was a hint of disdain in his tone.

"A peaceful and prosperous country cannot be achieved by just burning a few incense sticks," he continued, with a hint of sarcasm and contempt in his voice. His eyes swept over everyone, as if to tell them that true peace and prosperity require real efforts and actions, not just empty rituals like praying.

Finally, he turned his head and looked directly at Yan Wu Ji, with a sneer on his lips: "Right, Prince?" His voice was full of provocation and sarcasm, as if telling Yan Wu Ji that only by fighting on the battlefield like him could the people live and work in peace and contentment.

Yan Wuji was speechless after hearing what Yan Lingxiao said, and his face turned pale. He saw Feng Yanan next to Yan Lingxiao, and originally just wanted to come over and scold Yan Lingxiao in front of Feng Yanan, but he didn't expect to be refuted so mercilessly by Yan Lingxiao. His heart was filled with embarrassment and anger, but he could only swallow his anger and dared not say anything more.

Yan Wuji couldn't help feeling a little unhappy when he heard Yan Lingxiao's answer, but he didn't show it. Instead, he continued to smile and said, "So that's how it is. Then this prince will have to learn from you, fourth brother."

Feng Yanan stood aside, looking as if it had nothing to do with her. In fact, she was cheering in her heart. Yan Lingxiao was really domineering. He directly made Yan Wuji speechless, but he couldn't get angry.

Yan Wushuang looked at this scene and didn't say much. He just smiled faintly, as if he had already gotten used to such scenes.

The atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment. Several of Yan Wuji's colleagues also noticed that something was wrong. They lowered their heads and dared not say much.

At this moment, a bell rang, breaking the awkward atmosphere. Everyone looked up at the source of the bell and saw a monk standing on the bell tower, striking the bronze bell.

Seeing this, Yan Wuji took the opportunity to say, "It's getting late. It's time to pray. Fourth brother, Miss Feng, please!"

Yan Lingxiao just looked at Feng Yanan lovingly and said, "If you don't like it, you don't have to go!"

Feng Yanan shook her head: "Since we are here, let's go!"

Yan Lingxiao and Feng Yanan smiled at each other, ignoring Yan Wuji, and walked side by side towards the direction of the prayer, as if nothing had happened just now.