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

Yan Lingxiao stood in front of everyone, looking calm, as if he had seen through everything. He glanced at everyone, a cold smile appeared on his lips, and said, "Since everyone is so curious, let's take a look together." He stared at Zuo Xinyi as if he saw through her, and his low voice rang out: "Miss Zuo, you have to look carefully."

As soon as the words fell, before everyone could react, Yan Lingxiao gently waved his hand, and the tightly closed door seemed to be pulled by some invisible force and slowly pushed inward. Everyone exclaimed and moved forward to find out what was going on.

It was already late at night, and the room was completely dark. One could only vaguely see the figure on the bed swaying. However, the increasingly clear panting sound lingered in everyone's ears like a devil's voice, making their hearts beat faster and their blood boil.

Under the moonlight, the figure on the bed was hazy, as if shrouded in a hazy veil. The person was petite, with long hair draped over her shoulders, and seemed to be somewhat similar to Feng Yanan, but also somewhat different.

Everyone held their breath, trying to see more clearly. At this moment, Yan Lingxiao suddenly spoke in a cold and clear voice: "Someone, turn on the lights!"

Several guards came in holding torches. As the lights were lit, the originally dim room instantly became brighter. The scene on the bed also gradually became clear in the light, which was jaw-dropping.

The woman's skin was as white as snow, and it looked even whiter and more delicate under the light. She was sitting astride a man, their bodies tightly fitting together as if they were one. The woman's face was flushed, her eyes were closed, her brows were furrowed, and she seemed to be trying her best to endure some kind of extreme happiness. She kept making soft panting sounds, accompanied by vague mumblings, and her voice was full of desire and expectation.

The man was lying on his back on the bed. Although his face could not be seen clearly, his figure and movements showed that he was trying his best to match the rhythm of the woman. His chest rose and fell with his breathing, and his hands tightly hugged the woman's waist, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

The two seemed so immersed in their happiness that they were unaware of so many people rushing in.

The woman continued to make ambiguous panting sounds, accompanied by her unclear mumbling: "Brother Crown Prince..."

The explicit words and the scene in front of them made everyone present feel ashamed and annoyed, especially the unmarried women. They screamed and turned their heads away, wanting to see but feeling embarrassed. Some of them widened their eyes, with complicated expressions on their faces, showing both curiosity and embarrassment. They wanted to say something. But they heard the important keyword "Crown Prince"! Oh my God, the person who had an affair with Feng Yanan turned out to be the Crown Prince! This is over, one is the War King, and the other is the Crown Prince, both of whom are people you can't afford to offend. What can they do? Now they can't leave even if they want to, because the War King is right beside them!

When the woman shouted "Brother Crown Prince", Zuo Xinyi's heart trembled suddenly, as if she was hit hard by an invisible force. She tried to calm her inner fluctuations and tried to tell herself that it was just a misunderstanding. Feng Yanan admired the Crown Prince too much and regarded the man she was having sex with as the Crown Prince.

However, the anger and pain deep in her heart surged like a tide, and she couldn't ignore it. She told herself to be calm and rational, but her eyes glanced towards the bed uncontrollably.

The woman had her back to her, and her graceful figure looked particularly charming under the candlelight. The man was lying flat on his back, and due to the angle and light, Zuo Xinyi could not see his face clearly. But even so, she could still feel the familiar yet strange breath. But she did not believe that the person in front of her was the prince, and the prince would not do such a thing.

She bit her lower lip tightly, trying not to make any sound. The anger and pain in her heart were like a sharp knife, constantly stabbing at her softest part.

Yan Lingxiao's mouth curled up in a smug arc, as if everything was under his control. He bowed to Mr. He, who was so angry that he was fuming, and said lightly: "Master Abbot, I don't think I need to say more about how to deal with it."

He Lao took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He glared at the two people on the bed, then shouted, "Come here, arrest this shameless couple and wait for your punishment!"

Several guards immediately responded, they pulled down the bed curtains, and tightly wrapped up the two people who were hugging each other on the bed. The two were still immersed in their dreams, not knowing that the outside world had undergone earth-shaking changes.

He Lao looked at them wrapped up like dumplings, and the anger in his heart had not subsided. He snorted coldly and continued, "How dare you do such a shameful and dirty thing in Jing'an Temple? It really ruins the purity of Buddhism. The man will be punished with fifty strokes of the cane and executed immediately!"

The guards responded and dragged the two men into the yard and began to execute them according to He Lao's instructions. For a moment, tragic cries rang out in the yard, echoing in the silent night sky.

Yan Lingxiao stood quietly by the side, watching all this with cold eyes. There was no expression on his face, as if all this had nothing to do with him.