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

After Feng Yanan sent the woman away, he returned to the general's mansion. After taking a bath, he asked Xiaohong to go to his room. Xiaohong's attitude towards the woman was unusual today, and he wanted to find out what was going on!

She sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Xiaohong, and asked directly: "Tell me! Who is that woman? I don't believe you don't know her!" Xiaohong had already expected the young lady to ask this question. She walked forward and gently massaged Feng Yanan's shoulders with a bit of respect in her tone.

"Miss, that woman is the daughter of the Duke's Mansion and the only daughter of the Duke." Xiaohong said while paying attention to Feng Yanan's reaction.

Feng Yanan was surprised after hearing this. The Duke's Mansion was of great importance in the capital, and the young lady, as the Duke's jewel in the palm, was naturally of noble status and extraordinary. But how did she get those scars?

She turned to look at Xiaohong and asked, "Young lady from the Duke's Mansion, how much do you know about her?"

After listening to Xiaohong's description, Feng Yanan had no impression of the young lady from the Duke's Mansion. She frowned, looked at Xiaohong in confusion, and asked, "I have no impression of this young lady from the Duke's Mansion at all."

Xiaohong lowered her head slightly and replied, "Miss, the young lady of the Duke's Mansion had an accident five years ago that left her disfigured. Since then, she has never left the house, so naturally you don't know her. Moreover, your mind was on His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at the time..." At this point, Xiaohong suddenly realized that she had said something she shouldn't have said, and quickly covered her mouth with a look of panic on her face.

Feng Yanan looked at Xiaohong's reaction and felt helpless. She waved her hand, signaling Xiaohong not to be nervous, and then said, "Okay. I know what you mean. I won't blame you. Just continue talking about the young lady of the Duke's Mansion."

Xiaohong breathed a sigh of relief and continued speaking!

Before the accident, Liu Jiayin was one of the most beautiful women in the capital. She was born in a prominent Duke's Mansion and received a good education since childhood. She was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and was good at writing poetry and songs. Her appearance was also stunning, with skin as white as cream, eyebrows like crescent moons, eyes like autumn water, and lips like cherries. Every detail seemed to be carefully carved by nature.

Liu Jiayin is not only talented and beautiful, but also gentle, elegant, and just the right way to treat people. She always becomes the focus of attention at various banquets in the capital. No matter whether it is aristocratic children or literati, they all praise her and admire her.

However, fate played a cruel joke on this proud girl. The accident at the autumn hunting banquet five years ago changed her life drastically.

On the day of the autumn hunt, they were divided into groups to hunt. Liu Jiayin and Zuo Haolong, the eldest son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, were in the same group. Somehow, Miss Liu fell down the mountain and was seriously injured. Because she did not receive timely treatment at the time, she was left with many scars on her face and body. The most serious one was the wound on her face! "

Feng Yanan couldn't help but feel pity after hearing this simple story. She imagined the once beautiful woman who was disfigured by an accident and had to live a life isolated from the world. The pain and helplessness she must have felt were imaginable.

Feng Yanan walked to the window and sat down, staring into the distance, her brows revealing deep thought. Her heart was full of doubts, and she couldn't help but whisper to herself: "Could it be that it was really an accident?" Her eyes flashed with confusion and inquiry, as if she was looking for clues to the answer.

Recalling the past experiences, Feng Yanan couldn't help but sigh about her own ill-fated fate. The original owner was just a fool regarded by the world. Because his father had some real power behind him, he became a thorn in the eyes of some people and was often framed and excluded. The helplessness and pain were all vivid in his mind.

Liu Jiayin is such an outstanding woman, with both talent and beauty, which makes people fall in love with her. However, because of her excellence, she also attracted countless jealous eyes. Feng Yanan knows that in this complex world, excellence often means more challenges and dangers.

Thinking of this, Feng Yanan felt a chill in her heart. She began to wonder if the accident was really God's will or someone did it on purpose? After all, in this capital city full of power struggles, it is not difficult to frame an outstanding person.

If that were the case, she would definitely restore Liu Jiayin's appearance! She would not let those who harmed her succeed!

Thinking about that girl Yan'er today, she was really attentive to her master!

Feng Yanan looked at Xiaohong tenderly. Hmm! Xiaohong is also very good and loyal to her. Thinking back to the past, she had made things difficult for Xiaohong many times because of Yan Wuji. She would never let Xiaohong suffer any more grievances in the future! Her eyes were full of care and consideration. Today, she was also busy all day without a moment's rest. Feng Yanan saw it all.

"Xiaohong, you've been tired all day. You should go and have a rest." Feng Yanan said softly, her tone revealing her concern and love for Xiaohong.

Xiaohong raised her head and looked at Feng Yanan, with a flash of gratitude in her eyes. She knew that the young lady had become very good now. She nodded gently to show that she understood.

"Okay, miss. You should go to bed early too." Xiaohong responded softly, then slowly stepped back and went back to her room to rest.

Feng Yanan lay on the bed, and the fatigue of the day made her fall asleep quickly.

Late at night, the moonlight sprinkled on Feng Yanan's boudoir like water, and the room was filled with a faint scent of incense, adding a touch of mystery to this quiet night. Feng Yanan lay on the soft bed, and should have been immersed in a deep dream, but at this moment, her dream became unusually clear and warm.

In her dream, she seemed to be in a hazy fairyland, surrounded by a faint mist. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in her sight. It was Yan Lingxiao, dressed in white, like a graceful fairy. He walked slowly towards her, with a gentle light in his eyes, as if it was only for her.

Feng Yanan's heartbeat accelerated instantly, and she felt her cheeks slightly warm. Yan Lingxiao walked to her bedside, sat down gently, then stretched out his arms and held her in his arms. His embrace was warm and solid, making Feng Yanan feel unprecedented peace of mind and happiness.

In her dream, she nestled in Yan Lingxiao's arms. Yan Lingxiao lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead. The gentle action made her feel warm in her heart. However, what happened next was somewhat unexpected for her. She seemed to be driven by an irresistible impulse and reached out to explore Yan Lingxiao's chest.

When she touched the solid muscles, her heart could not help but throb. Wow, eight-pack abs! What a great body! She marveled in her heart. She had never seen Yan Lingxiao's body in person. But since it was in a dream, she might as well take the opportunity to feel it! So, she began to explore Yan Lingxiao's chest unscrupulously.