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

Feng Yanan choked and didn't know how to refute! The two of them seemed to have forgotten the fact that Qingming had something to report just now.

After a while, Feng Yanan thought he should go back, and then he remembered that the prince's guard seemed to have something urgent to do. "Prince, did your guard have something to report just now?"

"Qingming, send the princess back to the general's mansion." Yan Lingxiao also understood what Feng Yanan meant.

"Yes, Your Highness!" After saying that, he waved the reins and shouted "Go!". The carriage drove towards the general's mansion. Feng Yanan wanted to say, Your Highness, you have something to do. I can go back by myself. But the carriage was already moving, and she opened her mouth, but in the end, she said nothing.

The carriage moved slowly on the road, making a "clacking" sound of hooves, intertwined with the sound of the breeze blowing the leaves. The wheels rolled, driving the carriage to move smoothly, and the iron wheels made a dull "gurgling" sound when they came into contact with the solid road surface.

The carriage swayed slightly with the pace of the horses, as if telling the long and lonely journey. The wooden boards of the carriage occasionally creaked, as if telling its story.

As the carriage passed through a small alley, sporadic noises were heard outside. But within a few seconds, the sound of swords clashing could be heard outside.

The two of them remained calm. They looked at each other, and he saw the same look in Feng Yanan's eyes as in his own, a look that had been precipitated by years of fighting on the battlefield. That look was full of determination and courage, as if it was telling of countless times of sharing life and death.

The War King was very surprised by this. That was a look that was honed through countless battles and hardships, a symbol of perseverance. But Feng Yanan was just a girl. How could she have such a look? He didn't know what she had been through.

Just with this one glance, the two brave hearts instantly resonated with each other.

Their eyes revealed an unyielding determination and fearless courage, as if telling each other: "We can get through this together."

"Just leave it to me." Yan Lingxiao's deep voice sounded without any doubt, as if everything was under his control.

Feng Yanan was not happy about this. She was just trying to use this opportunity to see if the weapons in her space could be used. She said firmly, "Since the prince has said that I am your princess, I must face it together with the prince." Her voice was not loud but full of strength, which could not be ignored.

Yan Lingxiao was slightly stunned, and looking at Feng Yanan's determined eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little admiration in his heart. He nodded. "Okay. But you have to be careful."

"It's a pity that such a luxurious carriage broke down. Let's get off!" Feng Yanan said as he looked at the interior with interest.

The two men got off the carriage and stood back to back.

Feng Yanan's mind moved, and a short knife appeared in his hand. This short knife had a unique shape, and the blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, flashing a cold silver light, as if it had absorbed the power of moonlight.

She gripped the dagger tightly, feeling the weight and feel of the blade, and her eyes lit up.

Suddenly, an assassin jumped out from the darkness, holding a sharp blade and attacking the War King fiercely. Feng Yanan's eyes were stern, and her body instantly burst out with amazing strength. She swung the short knife in her hand, like lightning, through the air, and accurately hit the assassin's wrist.

The assassin screamed, and the sharp blade flew out of his hand. Feng Yanan did not stop, and continued to swing the short knife, forcing back the attacks of other assassins. Her movements were flexible and varied, sometimes sweeping and sometimes stabbing straight, and each swing of the blade was fierce and powerful.

While Feng Yanan was fighting the assassin, the War King also showed his decisive side.

His eyes were firm, and he showed no fear in the face of the assassin's attack. The long sword in his hand seemed alive, and every swing was accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking wind, accurately hitting the enemy's vital points.

An assassin attacked him, and the War King sneered and slightly turned his body to avoid the assassin's attack. At the same time, the long sword drew a perfect arc and cut the assassin's neck instantly.

Blood spurted out, staining the War King's armor red. He did not stop, but continued to charge forward, taking a life with every strike of his sword. In front of him, the assassins fell one after another, unable to stop him from advancing.

The figure of the War King shuttled among the assassins, and no one could stop him wherever he went. His sword was like a messenger of death, and every swing announced the end of a life.

In a short while, the assassins fell one after another under the combined efforts of the two.

"Ah! I had so much fun. I forgot to leave any of them alive." Feng Yanan scratched her head and pouted to herself. They were really weak. They all fell down in a short while. But Yan Lingxiao's series of smooth movements just now were so cool. Although she was also very powerful, she was not even a little bit behind him.