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

Liu Zhiyun looked at Nanxue deeply, her eyes full of seriousness and concern. She stretched out her fingers and gently stroked Nanxue's eyes, which were as deep as lake water and as bright as stars, and were also her unique symbol as a member of the Blue Shadow Clan.

"Xue'er," Liu Zhiyun said softly, "Your eyes are the pride of being a member of the Blue Shadow Clan, but they are also the secrets you need to hide. In this world, not everyone can understand and accept your peculiarity."

She paused, took a deep breath, and continued: "You must remember, no matter when and where, you must carefully hide your eyes. Don't let them be exposed, and don't let it become your weakness."

Nanxue felt a warm current in her heart when she heard Liu Zhiyun's words. She knew that Liu Zhiyun was caring about her and reminding her. She looked at Liu Zhiyun deeply and nodded, indicating that she would remember this important reminder.

"I will, Sister Zhiyun." Nanxue whispered, "My brother and I used many ways to hide before, but we couldn't do it until we met Big Sister. Not only did she save my brother and me, she also gave us this!" She took out the beauty contact lens box. "As long as we wear this, we won't expose our eyes."

The three of them smiled at each other. Liu Zhiyun knew that Feng Yanan was not just a 15-year-old girl. She was brave and fearless, and spared no effort to rescue many capable people in the quagmire. Liu Zhiyun was amazed. She realized that Feng Yanan was not an ordinary girl, but an extraordinary woman with a heart for the world and outstanding talent.

Then she thought of what Xue'er said just now, and she was not so optimistic. She frowned and said, "If it was really done by the prince. Then the conflict between Prince Zhan and the left prime minister will be further intensified. We must act carefully."

Feng Yanan nodded and thought: "Since we can all think that it was Prince Zhan who did it, the left prime minister must have thought of it too, after all, he was the one who murdered his sister first. It's just that he thought he did it perfectly at the beginning. He didn't expect the retribution to come so quickly."

She wondered what she would do if she were the left prime minister now?

After a while, he said, "At present, the left prime minister dare not admit that those are his properties, so he can only suffer in silence. What he should do is to destroy some shameful evidence first. Besides, he doesn't know that his sister is still alive, and he is still complacent. This matter is probably going to end like this. It depends on what the prince does!"

Liu Zhiyun also thought it made sense and was about to say something.

Madam Hu knocked on the door and came in, with a happy smile on her face: "Miss, the steamed buns you ordered last night are ready. Shall we pack them now?"

Feng Yanan slapped her forehead when she heard this. She almost forgot what she promised the children yesterday. She nodded, "Yes, Aunt Hu. Please put the buns carefully into the basket and prepare some clean clothes for the children. We will set off soon."

Madam Hu nodded and walked towards the kitchen. After a while, she came in with a basket full of steamed buns and a pile of clean clothes. She put the basket on the table and folded the clothes neatly aside.

"Mammy! Xiaohong, Xueer and I can go! You stay at home and take care of Madam Zuo and Yuer!" Feng Yanan arranged something for her, otherwise she had to go with them.

Aunt Hu also knew Feng Yanan's good intentions and nodded in agreement.

Feng Yanan felt warm in her heart as she looked at the well-prepared items. She knew that these insignificant things could be the rare warmth and hope in the lives of those children.

So Feng Yanan stood up and said to Xiaohong and Xueer, "Let's go. Don't let those children down!"

The two followed Feng Yanan out of the room, their steps brisk and firm.

Two hours later, the three finally arrived at the dilapidated temple. The temple was located on a barren hillside, surrounded by weeds, and looked a bit desolate. The gate of the temple was open, as if welcoming their arrival.

Feng Yanan and his team walked into the temple and saw that it was in a dilapidated state. The painted Buddha statues were mottled and peeling, and the tiles on the roof were broken. Despite this, a group of ragged children gathered in a corner of the temple, their faces full of hunger and fatigue.

Seeing this scene, Feng Yanan's heart could not help but surge with sadness. She quickly walked to the children and handed them the basket in her hand: "Children, these are the steamed buns and clothes I prepared for you."