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

Feng Yanan stepped lightly behind the screen. With a slight sound of clothing rubbing against each other, she reappeared in a white robe for men. The white robe was tailored to fit her body, making her look tall and straight, and giving her a sense of ethereal elegance. Her long hair was simply tied up, revealing her smooth forehead and clear eyes.

Her makeup is elegant and natural, which skillfully modifies her facial features without looking too heavy. The eyeliner at the corner of her eyes is slightly raised, which adds a bit of heroism to her. Her lips are light and pink like peach blossoms, but it doesn't look like a common makeup for women. The exquisiteness of the whole makeup makes it hard to believe that it was done by Feng Yanan.

Ji Qiuchi, Xiaohong and Xue'er stood aside, watching her walk out from behind the screen, and were stunned for a moment. Ji Qiuchi's eyes flashed with surprise, as if he couldn't believe that the elegant and fairy-like gentleman in front of him was actually played by Feng Yanan. Xiaohong and Xue'er were even more stunned, the white men's robe looked so suitable on her, as if she was originally a handsome gentleman.

The three of them were unable to come back to their senses for a long time until Feng Yanan smiled and said softly: "How is it? Do you like my outfit?" Only then did they wake up from their dream and nodded in praise.

While everyone was still immersed in the stunning beauty of Feng Yanan's white men's robe, she gently moved again and put on an exquisite veil. The veil gently covered her face, revealing her bright eyes, adding a touch of mystery.

Then, Feng Yanan put on a hat. This hat has a unique design, with long tassels hanging on the edge. As she moved, the tassels swayed gently, making a slight rustling sound, as if telling some ancient and mysterious rhythm.

The tasseled veil fell perfectly to Feng Yanan's waist, contrasting with her white robe, forming a harmonious and beautiful picture. She had an upright posture and a noble temperament, like a gentleman walking out of an ancient scroll.

She opened her red lips slightly, her voice clear and confident: "I will go to meet this distinguished guest from Xuanji Pavilion first." After that, she stood up gracefully, her skirt swaying gently with her movements, and the tasseled gauze fluttering in the wind, as if adding a sense of lightness and elegance to her every step.

There was a room between her room and Room 408. She walked out of the door and walked steadily along the corridor, each step revealing her inner confidence and composure.

When she reached the door of Room 408, she stopped, took a deep breath of the air in the corridor, and adjusted her clothes and veil to make sure her image was flawless. Then, she raised her hand and knocked gently on the door of Room 408. The knock was crisp and powerful, echoing in the corridor. Ji Qiuchi and others in the room pricked their ears and waited quietly, full of expectation and curiosity.

Feng Yanan heard a low and firm voice coming from behind the door: "Come in!" She took a deep breath, adjusted her mood, then gently pushed the door open and walked into the room.

The room was dimly lit, and she saw the man sitting at the table dressed in black, wrapped tightly as if to isolate the whole world from her, leaving only a pair of deep eyes shining in the darkness.

Feng Yanan's appearance seemed to break the silence in the room. The other person's eyes were obviously stunned when he saw her. She was wearing a snow-white robe, as pure and flawless as winter snowflakes, which formed a sharp contrast with the dimness in the room and the other person's black clothes.

The two looked at each other for a long time, both immersed in the surprise brought by the other's dress. Feng Yanan's snow-white robe was particularly conspicuous in the dim room, like a stream flowing in the darkness; while the other's black clothes gave people a mysterious and gloomy feeling, as if hiding endless secrets.

Although Feng Yanan was full of doubts, her expression remained calm. She gently placed a small exquisite box on the table and said in a steady voice, "Sir, this is the Hundred Poison Pill you bought. Please keep it."

The man in black nodded slightly, his eyes hidden in the darkness seemed to be quite satisfied with Feng Yanan's attitude. He leaned forward slightly and said in a low and mysterious voice: "Master, are you not curious about my identity?"

Feng Yanan was shocked, but she remained calm. She hesitated for a moment, then responded in a nonchalant tone: "This has nothing to do with Yaxian Pavilion. I am just doing my job well."

When the atmosphere between the two people eased a little, the man in black suddenly spoke again, with a hint of regret and provocation in his words: "I wanted to see the true face of the Pavilion Master with my own eyes today, but it seems that I don't have this opportunity." The meaning revealed in his words was obvious, as if he was mocking Feng Yanan for not daring to show her true face.

After hearing this, Feng Yanan's mouth corners slightly raised under her veil, revealing a barely perceptible sneer.

"Same here!" What the hell is this? I'm dressed like I can't stand the light, all in black and with my face covered. What right do I have to say that? He responded calmly, "Your identity is also mysterious. Shouldn't we respect each other's privacy?"

Her voice was calm and firm, without revealing any emotion. She knew that she needed to be extra careful in her conversation with the man in black, and not to easily reveal her emotions and cards.

The man in black seemed shocked by Feng Yanan's response. He was silent for a moment, then nodded gently: "The master of Yaxian Pavilion is indeed different. I look forward to seeing you next time." After that, he turned and left, leaving behind only a dark figure and a faint fragrance in the air.

Feng Yanan watched the man in black leave, but her heart was filled with turmoil. Was this man in black related to the poison in Yan Lingxiao's body? Then who was he?