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

After Yan Wuji praised the wine prepared by Lin Xiuqing, Feng Yanan did not say anything more. However, at this moment, Lin Xiuqing felt dizzy, as if the whole world was spinning. She tried to stabilize her body, but the dizziness became stronger and stronger.

Although Yan Wuji had also drunk the glass of wine, it seemed that the drug had not yet taken effect. Seeing Lin Xiuqing's dazed look, he couldn't help but ask with concern: "Cousin, what's wrong with you? You don't look well."

Lin Xiuqing forced a smile and replied, "It's okay, cousin. Xiuqing doesn't drink much, so she might be a little tipsy." Although she tried to keep her voice steady, the weakness and trembling in it could not be concealed.

Feng Yanan knew that Lin Xiuqing's current condition was due to the effects of the drug. Although she sneered in her heart, she remained calm and composed on the surface. She whispered to the outside of the door: "Xue'er!"

Xueer pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing the calm expression on Feng Yanan's face, she said nothing. Feng Yanan pointed at Lin Xiuqing, who was obviously drunk, and said, "Miss Lin is drunk. Help her to rest on my bed for a while."

Xueer nodded in agreement and walked forward to carefully support Lin Xiuqing. Feng Yanan watched silently from the side, already having a plan in mind.

Lin Xiuqing had just been settled on Feng Yanan's bed and lay down quietly. At the same time, Yan Wuji suddenly felt his body begin to heat up, and a trace of doubt rose in his heart. He secretly thought that he could drink a lot, so he wouldn't feel so drunk after just one glass.

He rubbed his temples, trying to dispel the sudden heat, but it didn't seem to work.

His eyes unconsciously fell on Feng Yanan. At this moment, his body was hot and unbearable, as if there was an unknown fire burning in his body, making him unable to calm down. Under the dual effects of alcohol and drugs, Feng Yanan's face looked particularly attractive in his eyes, as if she was more charming than usual.

He felt an urge to hold Feng Yanan's hand and get closer to her. He stood up and staggered towards Feng Yanan, saying in a hoarse voice, "Yanan, I..."

However, before he finished speaking, Feng Yanan had already noticed his abnormality. She looked at Yan Wuji's flushed cheeks and confused eyes, and sneered in her heart. She did not push him away immediately, but deliberately slowed down her speech and said in a gentle and teasing tone: "Brother Crown Prince, what's wrong with you? Did you drink too much?"

Yan Wuji felt even more distracted when he heard Feng Yanan's voice. He stretched out his hand, trying to hold hers, but Feng Yanan dodged it lightly. She stepped back, a smug smile on her face, and said, "Prince, you seem a little drunk. You should go and rest first, so as not to make a fool of yourself."

Yan Wuji's body was hot and unbearable, and every cell seemed to be burning. He couldn't hear what Feng Yanan was saying at all! His eyes were fixed on Feng Yanan, as if he wanted to see through her. His Adam's apple kept rolling, as if he was swallowing some unspeakable desire.

He took a step forward, his voice a little hoarse and anxious: "Yanan, this prince knows that you still can't forget me, right!" There was an almost crazy light flashing in his eyes, as if he wanted to pull Feng Yanan into his world.

Feng Yanan looked at Yan Wuji's almost out-of-control appearance and sneered in her heart. She knew that Yan Wuji was now under the control of drugs and had slowly lost his usual calmness and rationality. But she did not show any panic or disgust, but said in a more gentle and teasing tone: "Your Highness, what are you talking about? I am now the future princess of the War King!"

Yan Wuji listened to Feng Yanan's words and thought she was angry because she had been with him for so many years but he had not given her a name. But if she followed Yan Lingxiao, she would be the Princess of War. He rushed forward and wanted to hug Feng Yanan. However, Feng Yanan nimbly dodged his embrace and looked at him with a teasing look.

"Your Highness, please think carefully. What are the consequences of doing this? I am Princess Zhan!"

Yan Wuji's heart was driven by a strong desire at the moment, and his eyes flashed with fanaticism, as if he wanted to devour Feng Yanan. He could no longer endure this kind of waiting and suffering, and just wanted to get Feng Yanan immediately.

He took a big step forward and approached Feng Yanan, his voice revealing unquestionable firmness: "Feng Yanan, listen carefully, this prince can give you anything. What Yan Lingxiao can give you, I can also give you, even more!" His tone was full of confidence and determination, as if he had already won.