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

Feng Caiwei, who was originally going to be punished to kneel, escaped with the departure of Yan Lingxiao and Feng Yanan. The emperor did not embarrass her. She was about to go back. Lin Xiuqing stopped her. "Isn't this Miss Feng? The Crown Prince didn't keep you by his side! Being a concubine is fine, but you are not qualified to be the Crown Princess."

"Sister, don't be so presumptuous!" Feng Caiwei glared at Lin Xiuqing and was about to say something when Lin Yueshu scolded her. "Sister Caiwei, Xiuqing is just straightforward. She is not a bad person. Don't take it to heart." Hey~ Don't say that Lin Yueshu finally said something from her heart. After all, Lin Xiuqing is a brainless person who will make a fuss about everything. Her bad intentions are all written on her face. In comparison, Lin Yueshu, who is smiling but hiding a knife, is dangerous.

Seeing a slight change in Feng Caiwei's expression, Lin Yueshu spoke slowly. "Sister, can I have a word with you for a moment?"

At the gate of the palace on the other side. "Get in the carriage!" Feng Yanan had to get in the carriage obediently, seeing Yan Lingxiao's intimidating and cold face. But just as she was about to walk towards her own carriage, a big hand grabbed her small hand. "What? Didn't I tell you to get in the carriage? My carriage is over there!" Feng Yanan used the word "I" in a hurry. Really, what kind of rules are these? They are so fucking annoying. Yan Lingxiao, the living devil, wouldn't accuse himself of being disrespectful to his superiors.

"Get on my carriage." Just as she was daydreaming, she heard Yan Lingxiao's impatient voice. The two were very close, and the strong and warm touch of the grasping hands passed through the clothes into her skin, which made Feng Yanan's heart tremble. She hurriedly threw it away and ran towards Yan Lingxiao's carriage. Yan Lingxiao looked at her escaping back, and his heart was rippled, but his face was expressionless.

In the carriage. Feng Ya sat in the corner farthest from Yan Lingxiao. Since it was her first time riding in Yan Lingxiao's carriage when she came here in the morning, she didn't even dare to raise her head. This time, she saw that it was simply too luxurious.

The interior of the carriage is exquisite, showing superb craftsmanship and unique artistic atmosphere.

The interior of the carriage is made of precious ebony, which is as smooth as jade and exudes a faint fragrance. The walls of the carriage are carved with complex patterns, including auspicious dragons and phoenixes, as well as landscapes and flowers. Every detail is lifelike and amazing.

There is an exquisite chandelier hanging on the top of the carriage, which is made of copper and inlaid with various gems. The light is soft and creates a warm atmosphere inside the carriage. The seats are made of soft fox fur, which is delicate to the touch and is softer and more comfortable than today's beds. The edges of the seats are also decorated with golden tassels, adding a touch of luxury.

The windows are covered with red silk curtains, which are light and elegant. When the wind blows, the curtains flutter gently, revealing a hazy beauty. A small copper bell is hung on each of the four corners of the carriage, swaying in the wind and making a pleasant sound, adding a lot of interest to the journey.

The entire interior of the carriage reveals both classical beauty and modern comfort and luxury. This interior design undoubtedly elevates the quality of the War King Carriage to a new level.

I can't help but sigh that the royal family and nobles in ancient times really knew how to enjoy themselves. Even a means of transportation is so luxurious.

"Like?" Yan Lingxiao found it funny to see her bright eyes staring at the carriage turning around.

"Of course I like it. After all, it's so luxurious. Only the War King can deserve it. I'm not destined to ride in such a luxurious carriage." She came to her senses and realized what she had just said. This was the second time she called herself "I" in front of Yan Lingxiao. She shrank her neck and moved to the corner.

This girl is sitting in my carriage, but she still says she has no right to sit there.

"Are you afraid of me?" He stared at her, which made Feng Yanan even more confused. Shouldn't I be angry? After a long time, she said, "It is said that the War King is cold and ruthless, and decisive in killing. Who wouldn't be afraid of him?" You are asking knowingly, who wouldn't be afraid of you! You have a handsome face like a sculpture, but you always put on a sour face, who are you showing it to?

"You really dare to say that." Yan Lingxiao looked at her like a wronged young wife and felt that she was cute. She was indeed different from others. Those young ladies couldn't even speak in full in front of him, but she still called herself "I". Interesting. As he thought about it, he saw Feng Yanan's mouth opening and closing. "Why, even telling the truth in front of the prince is wrong."

This made him even more interested in her. "She's very sharp-tongued. I like her." Feng Yanan turned her head and looked out the window, secretly cursing his ancestors.

The two of them tacitly said nothing. Yan Lingxiao played with the ring in his hand. He couldn't see how this little girl plotted against Yan Wuji at the palace banquet. Is she still the same person?