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

Feng Yanan nodded, confirming Yan Lingxiao's guess. She then explained the original intention of auctioning the poison pill: "Didn't you get poisoned by Yuehuan Poison? I spread the news at the auction that there is only one antidote pill in the world. In this way, the person who poisoned you will not want the Hundred Poison Pill to fall into your hands. The best way is to get the Hundred Poison Pill." After a pause, she said worriedly: "Your Highness, do you think the person who poisoned you is from Xuanji Pavilion? How much do you know about Xuanji Pavilion?"

Before she finished speaking, she felt a warm breath on her face, like a spring breeze, but with a bit of irresistible power. She was slightly startled, and saw that Yan Lingxiao's eyes were as deep as the sea, as if he wanted to suck her in.

Yan Lingxiao's eyes never left Feng Yanan's face when she was talking about the auction of the Hundred Poison Pills. He looked at her slightly flushed cheeks and the twinkling light in her eyes, and a warm current surged in his heart. Her voice was like a clear mountain spring, and she spoke slowly and eloquently. Every word she said was like a spring breeze blowing through his heart, making him feel extremely warm and comfortable.

He looked at her as if he saw the most precious treasure in the world.

Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer. He tightened his hands around Feng Yanan's waist, making her fit closer to him! But he was so cautious.

At the moment when Feng Yanan lost consciousness, Yan Lingxiao's cheek had slowly moved closer to her, and finally, his lips gently touched her cheek. The kiss was gentle and warm, like a feather brushing gently, but with unspeakable affection and determination. Accompanied by his low and magnetic voice: "Nannan, are you concerned about your husband?" The voice was extremely gentle and had a hint of teasing!

Feng Yanan's cheek still had the warmth of Yan Lingxiao's kiss, and her hands subconsciously supported Yan Lingxiao's solid chest, trying to keep some distance. Her eyes flashed with helplessness and anger, and her voice was firm: "Your Majesty, let's talk about business!"

She muttered to herself, this bastard man can really act like a hooligan anytime and anywhere, not caring about the occasion at all. Isn't it said that people in ancient times were very reserved? How come this prince is even more excessive than those so-called "hooligans" in modern times? Feng Yanan's face flushed, and she tried hard to suppress the shyness and dissatisfaction in her heart.

Seeing the little woman's reaction, Yan Lingxiao's eyes flashed with a hint of teasing, but it was soon replaced by tenderness. He gently held Feng Yanan's hands, moved them away from his chest, and then smiled knowingly and said, "Okay, after we finish talking about business, we'll..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Yanan interrupted him: "Shut up!" Her tone was a little coquettish and embarrassed, but more of a sense of helplessness. She knew that once this bastard started to act like a hooligan, no one could resist him.

Seeing this, Yan Lingxiao stopped teasing her, but restrained the smile on his face and nodded seriously: "Okay, let's talk about business first." His words were full of pampering and tolerance, as if he could easily deal with it no matter how Feng Yanan reacted.

Yan Lingxiao's expression instantly became serious, and his eyes revealed a hint of solemnity. He slowly spoke in a low and powerful voice: "Xuanji Pavilion, this name is rarely known in the world. However, it is a mysterious organization that makes a living by killing people, and the price is also high. Once someone is targeted by them, there is almost no chance of escape. Their actions are always silent, but extremely precise, as if they can see into people's hearts and predict the future."

He paused, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes: "And the leader of Xuanji Pavilion is even more mysterious. It is said that he has never revealed his true face to the world, and even those inside Xuanji Pavilion have rarely seen his true face. He is like a ghost, wandering in the darkness, manipulating the fate of the entire organization. His identity, his ability, his purpose, everything is so confusing and unpredictable."

When Feng Yanan heard this, she couldn't help but think of the mysterious masked man who sent the Hundred Poison Pills yesterday. She pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke with a hint of certainty in her tone: "So, that person really could be the head of Xuanji Pavilion."

Yan Lingxiao frowned, looking nervous, and asked anxiously: "Who? Who are you referring to?"

Feng Yanan didn't know why Yan Lingxiao was so nervous, so she explained, "The one who bought the Hundred Poison Pill at the auction yesterday? He claimed to be from Xuanji Pavilion. His clothes matched the Pavilion Master you mentioned. He was wearing a black suit and a black cloak covering his face, revealing only a pair of deep eyes. He looked dark and scary. As for whether he is really the Pavilion Master of Xuanji Pavilion, I am just guessing. After all, Xuanji Pavilion acts in a mysterious way, and the identity of the Pavilion Master is little known."

After hearing this, Yan Lingxiao's face showed a solemn expression. He pondered for a moment and asked doubtfully: "Xuan Ji usually does not show his true identity to others! What is his purpose this time?"

Feng Yanan also spoke in confusion: "I'm wondering, since he has already revealed his identity and doesn't dare to show his true face, could he be someone around us who is familiar with you and me?"

Feng Yanan’s words made Yan Lingxiao’s heart tense instantly.

Xuanji Pavilion, this name is not often mentioned in the martial arts world, but it is feared for its unique style of doing things. Once Xuanji Pavilion takes on a mission, no matter how difficult the target is, they have never failed. Their actions are always precise and efficient, as if every attack has been carefully planned and rehearsed.

Those assassins must be elites who have been strictly screened and trained. Otherwise, how could they be proficient in various assassination techniques, be able to approach the target silently, and complete the task in the shortest time.

But his strength and reputation also made him a powerful assistant to the powerful and wealthy.

Over the past few years, Yan Lingxiao has made great efforts to uncover the mystery of Xuanji Pavilion. He collected intelligence, analyzed clues, and even risked sneaking into the sphere of influence of Xuanji Pavilion, but each time he could only glimpse the tip of the iceberg and could not touch the core. He also had similar speculations that the members of Xuanji Pavilion might be hiding in their daily lives, but for various reasons, he never really started investigating from the people around him.

At this moment, Feng Yanan's words were like a key, unlocking the long-buried doubts in Yan Lingxiao's heart. He began to re-examine his past investigation methods, wondering if he was too limited to the surface and ignored the potential dangers around him. He understood that if there were really members of Xuanji Pavilion lurking among them, then their actions would be more covert and more difficult to detect.

After falling into deep thought for a moment, he seemed to have grasped some important information. His expression became very serious, and he stared closely into Feng Yanan's eyes. He asked, "Have you ever met him in his true identity?"

Feng Yanan was affected by Yan Lingxiao's serious expression. She shook her head and replied, "No, Your Majesty, what's wrong? Why are you so nervous?"