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

"Big sister! It's time to move on and have lunch!" Nan Ze motioned for everyone to go and eat.

"I want to dine alone with the princess. Please make the arrangements." Yan Lingxiao put on a cold face and ordered Nan Ze like a host.

Nan Ze looked at Yan Lingxiao blankly, then at Feng Yanan, not knowing who to listen to. But it was obvious that Feng Yanan was his master. No matter what kind of king Yan Lingxiao was, he only listened to the boss. Feng Yanan gnashed her teeth like a kitten with its fur standing on end after hearing Yan Lingxiao's shameless words. But thinking that if this evil god had a meal with them, the cold aura he exuded could freeze people to death, how could others have a good meal? So she gritted her teeth and laughed angrily, "Okay! It's rare that the prince is so interested. How dare I, the future princess, disturb the prince's interest?"

She said to Nan Ze: "Send it to my room!" Nan Ze always felt that he was unlucky today! After answering, he retreated and prepared!

The afternoon sun sprinkled dappled in the courtyard, adding a bit of laziness and leisure to this quiet space. The two sat at the wooden table in Feng Yanan's room, ready to enjoy lunch.

Yan Lingxiao was wearing a light green robe. There was a heroic look between his brows and a faint smile on the corners of his mouth.

The table was filled with delicious dishes, steaming hot and fragrant. Yan Lingxiao personally served Feng Yanan a bowl of hot soup and handed it to her. Feng Yanan was not polite, she took the bowl and gulped down two big mouthfuls, then threw the empty bowl on the table. Yan Lingxiao seemed to see the brothers drinking with him on the battlefield. He didn't get angry and served another bowl in front of him, drinking it elegantly with a small spoonful at a time.

Feng Yanan and Yan Lingxiao formed a sharp contrast.

Feng Yanan sat there, with her arms and legs spread out, as if the whole world was her stage. Her movements were big and powerful, informal, full of energy and passion. Her smile was bright and sincere, warming the heart like the sun. It was impossible not to be attracted by her. Her eyes were shining with determination, as if she could move forward courageously no matter what difficulties she encountered.

Yan Lingxiao, on the other hand, looked elegant and calm. He sat there, his posture upright, standing like a pine tree. His movements were light and smooth, and every subtle gesture revealed a kind of elegance and nobility. His smile was gentle and charming, like a spring breeze blowing through people's hearts, making people fall in love with him. There was a deep light in his eyes, as if he could see into people's hearts.

Although the two have very different styles, it is this difference that makes them more complementary and more harmonious.

Yan Lingxiao looked at Feng Yanan who was sitting awkwardly, feeling very strange. But he didn't think she was rude, just full of energy. He raised the wine glass in his hand, gently touched the rim of Feng Yanan's glass, and then said: "Princess, your performance last night really impressed me."

Feng Yanan looked at Yan Lingxiao in surprise. She didn't expect him to praise her so directly. She smiled modestly and said, "Actually, I just did what I should do. How can I stand by and watch someone in danger?"

"No matter how powerful you are, you are not as good as the prince! You can do it without anyone noticing!" Feng Yanan thought about being seen by Yan Lingxiao without knowing anything. She looked at Yan Lingxiao with gritted teeth.

Yan Lingxiao shook his head and said seriously: "No, you did far more than what you should have done. Not only did you respond calmly, but you also rescued the child with wit. Your courage and wisdom really make me admire you."

As he spoke, he served the food to Feng Yanan. Feng Yanan wolfed down the food, her mouth full of oil. In comparison, Yan Lingxiao's eating was like an artistic performance, elegant and moving. He sat upright with his back straight, like a noble prince. He gently picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of exquisite dish. Every movement was smooth and natural, without a trace of impatience or rudeness.

His eyes were focused and bright, as if he could see through the essence of the food. He savored every bite of food carefully, as if he was enjoying a feast for the senses. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a smile of satisfaction and joy, which made people feel his love and enjoyment of life.

During the meal, he did not forget to talk quietly with the person next to him. His voice was gentle and charming, like a beautiful melody. "Princess, what do you think is the best way to deal with this matter?"

Feng Yanan obviously didn't expect Yan Lingxiao to ask for her opinion. She was still happily eating rice. She almost choked when she heard the words. She said incoherently before she even swallowed the rice in her mouth: "This is such an important matter. How can the prince listen to the opinion of a boudoir girl? If she makes trouble for the prince, it would be a sin."