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

Late at night, the Zhanwang Mansion was completely silent, with only the occasional footsteps of patrolling guards echoing in the empty courtyard. The moonlight shone on the delicate glazed tiles, casting a faint glow, while a faint light was on in the study deep inside the mansion.

The War King sat alone in the study, his expression complex and deep. His brows showed determination and resoluteness, but at this moment they were slightly wrinkled, as if something was bothering him. His eyes were deep, as if he could see through people's hearts, but at this moment they were a little confused and doubtful.

His fingers gently stroked the teacup on the table.

He kept thinking of Feng Yanan's figure in the fire scene. She was brave and fearless, and she did not flinch in the face of the sea of ​​fire. Her bravery and determination shocked him and made him more curious about her.

He thought of the look in her eyes when she looked at the sea of ​​fire, firm and gentle, as if she could find hope for life in the flames. This look made him feel strangely familiar, as if there was some unfathomable connection between them.

His thoughts were in a whirlwind, but he couldn't capture the truest feeling.

The sky was slightly pale, and the horizon was gradually tinged with a faint golden color. A light breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness, mixed with the remnants of the night and the freshness of the morning. Today is July 14th.

On this special day, the streets are filled with a solemn and mysterious atmosphere. Paper lanterns are hung in front of every house, swaying gently in the breeze, emitting a faint and warm light. These lanterns add a different color to the streets in the early morning, as if they are a guide to another world.

People wore plain clothes and looked solemn and pious. They got up early and began to prepare for the upcoming ceremony. Some families set up altars in front of their houses and placed offerings such as incense, candles, fruits and paper money. The air was filled with the smell of burning cigarettes and paper money, which intertwined with the freshness of the morning to form a unique atmosphere.

People on the street whispered to each other, expressing their anticipation and awe for the upcoming ceremony. There was a trace of awe and solemnity on their faces, as if at this moment, the whole world had become sacred and solemn.

The birdsong and insect chirping in the early morning also seemed to be affected by this atmosphere, and their calls became low and melodious. This sound was intertwined with the tranquility of the early morning, creating a mysterious and peaceful atmosphere.

On this special morning, everything seemed so mysterious and solemn.

In the Prince's Mansion, Yan Wuji had already gotten up early and started dressing up carefully for today's meeting with Feng Yanan.

He sat in front of an exquisite bronze mirror, while his attendants carefully combed his long hair, each strand of hair was combed neatly. His hair was as black as ink and as shiny as jade, gently fluttering with the attendants' gestures. His hair crown was inlaid with exquisite gems, sparkling with dazzling light, highlighting his noble status.

Then, the attendants began to apply powder and lipstick on him, and each step was carried out very carefully. There was a heroic spirit between his eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and deep and bright eyes.

Yan Wuji's clothes were also carefully selected. He wore a luxurious robe, colorful and solemn. The robe was embroidered with exquisite patterns, and every stroke was delicate and vivid. He wore an exquisite jade belt around his waist, which was inlaid with gems and sparkled with brilliant light.

Finally, he put on a pair of exquisite jade pendants, which were engraved with auspicious patterns, implying good luck and good fortune. He stood in front of the mirror, examined his dress, and nodded with satisfaction.

Feng Caiwei was naturally not to be outdone. As soon as the sky turned light, she couldn't wait to get dressed for the coming day.

The maid Luluo walked into Feng Caiwei's boudoir lightly, holding an exquisite wooden box in her hand, which was filled with various kinds of makeup and hair accessories. Her steps were light, as if she was afraid to disturb her master's tranquility.

Throughout the whole process of dressing up, Luluo always maintained a gentle and focused attitude. She knew that her duty was to create the most perfect image for her master, so she did her best to complete every detail. Under her skillful hands, Feng Caiwei became more beautiful and charming, like a blooming flower, blooming with the most beautiful brilliance in the morning sun.

Today, she chose a light blue long skirt with loose and flowing hem. The skirt was embroidered with delicate patterns, which made her look fresh and elegant. She tied a belt of the same color around her waist, which not only showed her figure but also added a bit of grace.

Finally, she put on a pair of small earrings with crystal clear beads hanging from them. They swayed gently as she walked, adding a touch of lively beauty.

Feng Yanan picked up a wooden comb, looked at herself in the mirror, and raised her lips. She combed each strand of hair carefully, making them smooth and orderly.

She hopes that today's plan will be as smooth as every strand of silky hair.