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

Feng Yanan returned to the cage of the man with the broken leg, feeling mixed emotions.

He sat in the corner, looking pale. "I can heal your leg, do you trust me?"

The man raised his head, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. He looked at Feng Yanan, as if he saw hope, but he didn't dare to believe it. He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "My leg has been broken for a long time, and no one can heal it. You'd better not bother."

Feng Yanan did not give up. She looked at the man deeply and said firmly: "I can try. I am confident that I can help you recover."

The man looked at her, with complicated eyes flashing. He seemed to still not believe that Feng Yanan would not save him for no reason.

How could Feng Ya not see what he was thinking? She looked at the man with a firm gaze and said, "But I also have a request."

He hesitated for a moment and then nodded, whispering, "Okay, I'm willing to give it a try." He thought of his son and daughter. He didn't know whether they were dead or alive. He himself was at the end of his rope. He would only wait for death if he stayed here. If this young man could really save his leg, then don't even mention asking. He would be willing to work like a cow or a horse for him. If it wasn't for finding his two children, he would rather understand himself than live like this.

"Someone will send it out tonight. Just wait for me there."

Feng Yanan's voice is not loud but her aura is strong.

Feng Yanan stood in front of the man with a broken leg, as if she was an unattainable existence. Her eyes were firm and deep, as if she could see into people's hearts. Her posture was upright and elegant, revealing a calm confidence. Her voice was low and powerful, as if it could penetrate people's hearts.

The man with the broken leg felt his soul deeply shaken, as if he was bound by an invisible force. He knew that this was an extraordinary person, a leader worthy of his respect and following.

At this moment, Ren Yazi walked out of the door with a man. He was wearing a blue shirt, the hem of his clothes fluttering in the wind, and his steps were calm and firm.

This man was the prisoner in the dungeon before, and now he has changed his appearance and looks brand new. He is about 25 or 26 years old, with a handsome face, bright eyes, and a heroic look between his eyebrows. His posture is as straight as a pine tree, and his steps are steady, just like a chivalrous man.

The man in green walked up to Feng Yanan, nodded slightly, with a trace of gratitude in his eyes: "Thank you for your rescue, Master. I can see the light of day again today, all thanks to your help."

Feng Yanan smiled gently, her eyes full of admiration and trust: "Young Master, there is no need to be polite. I believe that you are not an ordinary person and will surely rise to prominence one day. I wish you a bright future and great achievements."

The man smiled bitterly: "I have nowhere to go. Can I follow you, sir? I will obey your orders from now on."

Feng Yanan said slowly: "Remember, if you follow me, you will face many challenges and difficulties. Even your life will be in danger." He turned to look at the man and continued: "You don't have to be a servant if you follow me. You can do whatever you want. But if you betray me, the consequences will be more cruel than this dungeon. Have you thought about it?"

The man raised his hands without hesitation and said: "Sir, I cannot repay you for saving my life. I hope to be at your service for the rest of my life. Even if it costs me my life, I will have no complaints." His eyes were firm and unwavering. He did not look afraid even if it cost him his life.

Feng Yanan wanted to ask him what his name was, but then she thought of the two siblings who had been there before and they should have been given names too. So she didn't ask. She looked at the human trafficker and said, "I'll give you three thousand taels first. The rest will be paid tonight when we get there." The human trafficker naturally knew what she was talking about. He nodded and took the banknote from Xiaohong.

"Let's go! Go pick someone up." Feng Yanan seemed to be talking to Xiaohong, but also seemed to be talking to herself.

The three of them came to the house where they had bought the siblings. She stood at the door, her eyes passing through the open door and falling on the two siblings. For a moment, she almost didn't recognize them.

My brother was about fourteen or fifteen years old, and he was almost as tall as an adult, with a straight and upright figure like a pine tree. His skin was cleansed and looked white and delicate, and his blue eyes were as deep as the sea, as if they could see into people's hearts. His hair was carefully combed and fell vertically on his shoulders. He exuded a calm and confident aura.

The younger sister was a little more immature, about twelve or thirteen years old. She had a beautiful face, and her blue eyes sparkled with intelligence and agility. Her long, smooth golden hair draped over her shoulders added a touch of gentleness to her. She wore a light blue dress, and the hem of the skirt swayed gently with her steps, like a blooming flower. She wore a pair of exquisite embroidered shoes, which made her look particularly cute and lovely.

The two siblings stood together, like a perfect couple, both noble and friendly. Their temperaments had changed drastically compared to before, as if they were reborn. Feng Yanan couldn't help but admire Ren Yazi's methods in his heart, and he could make these two children so outstanding in a short time.