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

In the back hill of Jinxiu Villa, a couple strolled leisurely on the soft grass. The sunlight shone through the treetops, casting mottled light and shadows, adding a bit of warmth and romance to the green grass.

The two walked lightly and slowly, as if enjoying this rare quiet time.

On the grass, wild flowers sway in the wind, exuding a faint fragrance that makes people feel relaxed and happy. Occasionally, a butterfly or a bee flies through the flowers, adding a bit of liveliness and vitality to this peaceful scene.

Surrounded by green trees, the breeze blows, the leaves sway gently, making a rustling sound, as if telling the secrets of nature. In the distance, the mountains are undulating, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a beautiful landscape painting.

In this peaceful and beautiful meadow, the two seemed to be isolated from the world, with only each other and nature. They fully enjoyed the tranquility and harmony, and felt each other's presence and warmth. At this moment, time seemed to stand still, leaving only this beautiful memory.

They continued to stroll, and the grass under their feet was gradually replaced by a stone path, which eventually led them to an ancient and elegant pavilion. The pavilion was surrounded by green plants, and the breeze blew through it, bringing a hint of coolness. Yan Lingxiao stopped, carefully took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve, and gently wiped the stone bench that was already as clean as new.

Feng Yanan stood quietly by the side, not sitting down immediately. Her eyes were blurred, looking at the distant sky, as if looking for some kind of answer. Finally, she took a deep breath, turned to face Yan Lingxiao, and her voice was slightly trembling: "Your Highness, I have something to say to you..." Although she said this, she did not dare to look at Yan Lingxiao, as if she was afraid of seeing something in his deep eyes.

Seeing her hesitation, Yan Lingxiao guessed something in his heart. He smiled and said softly, "Nannan, there is no need to be cautious between you and me. If you have anything to say, just say it."

Feng Yanan bit her lip and finally mustered up the courage to look Yan Lingxiao straight in the eyes: "Prince, do you believe in the theory of reincarnation?" As soon as she said this, she felt it was a bit absurd, but the unspeakable feeling in her heart became stronger and stronger.

Yan Lingxiao frowned slightly when he heard this, and seemed to be thinking about this question. He was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "The world is so big that there are all kinds of strange things. Although the theory of reincarnation seems quite absurd to ordinary people, who can explain the mystery of this world?"

Feng Yanan listened to his words and felt inexplicably moved. She knew that what she was about to say might change the fate of both of them, but she still decided to confess everything. So, she took a deep breath and began to tell her experience of traveling through time...

Feng Yanan took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly, but her eyes gradually became firm. She mustered up her courage and continued, "Your Highness, I know you have doubts about my recent changes. Indeed, I am no longer the Feng Yanan I used to be."

At this point, she lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Yan Lingxiao's eyes. She was afraid to see his surprise, and even more afraid to see his disappointment. But she knew that no matter what, she had to tell the truth.

"Your Majesty, I am not from this world." She finally said these words that made her heart tremble. Although her voice was low, it was firm and clear, as if it could penetrate Yan Lingxiao's heart.

Yan Lingxiao was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar woman in front of him, and an indescribable feeling surged in his heart. He had never thought that someone around him would say such a thing.

Feng Yanan looked up at him, then quickly lowered her head. She continued, "I don't know why I came here, and I don't know how to go back. But I really don't belong to this world."

After saying this, she seemed to have used up all her strength. She tightly grasped the corner of her clothes, waiting for Yan Lingxiao's reaction. She didn't know what he would think or what he would do. But she knew that no matter what the result was, she was ready to face it.

Yan Lingxiao's reaction was beyond Feng Yanan's expectations. He did not show anger or surprise, but fell into deep thought. His brows were furrowed, as if he was trying to digest this sudden information.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, with a hint of confusion and inquiry in his voice: "You... said you are not from this world, so what you mean is..."

Feng Yanan took a deep breath, her eyes revealing an indescribable depth. She spoke slowly, her voice carrying a sense of distance and vicissitudes: "Your Majesty, I am not from this world, but from a distant future."

She lowered her eyes slightly, as if recalling that distant world: "There, technology is advanced and life is completely different from here. However, fate played a trick on me. I died in an accident, but my soul traveled to this time and space and possessed the real Feng Yanan."

Yan Lingxiao listened attentively, his eyes full of surprise and curiosity. He had never thought that the woman in front of him had such a bizarre experience.

Feng Yanan continued, "On the day she fell into the water, the real Feng Yanan had already passed away, and my soul happened to travel through time and took over her body. So, now I am both Feng Yanan and not the Feng Yanan you once knew."

She raised her head and looked straight into Yan Lingxiao's eyes: "I inherited Feng Yanan's memory and know everything about her. But my thoughts and ideas all come from that distant future."