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

The boy who had just won the fight ran over and protected his sister tightly. There was a gleam of unyielding in his eyes, a firmness honed through countless challenges and battles. His chest rose and fell, and every breath seemed to tell his story, a story about persistence, courage, and growth.

Feng Yanan looked at a child who was less than ten years old and had such a determined look in his eyes, and was sure that he must have experienced many unknown hardships.

Feng Yanan looked at his alert expression. She turned back to the carriage, took out a lot of bread and water from the space, and threw the packaging bags into the space. Then she came to a few children and took out a piece of bread to one of them. The child did not take it, but looked at the boy just now. It seemed that he was waiting for him to make the decision.

Feng Yanan also noticed it. He walked to the boy reluctantly, and she took a piece of bread and ate it. "Mm, it's delicious!"

Then he took out one and handed it to the boy. The boy licked his cracked lips and looked at the children next to him. He slowly reached out to take the bread, but he did not eat it. Instead, he put it into the burlap bag from which he had just taken out the steamed bun.

"Why don't you eat?" Feng Yanan asked softly.

"There are still many people who are hungry. I will bring the food back to them."

Seeing him saving the food for others even though he clearly wanted to eat it, Feng Yanan couldn't tell what he felt.

"Let them come over and get something to eat." Feng Yanan first signaled him to let the children come over and eat bread.

He nodded, and the children walked up to Feng Yanan one after another.

Feng Yanan had even prepared a big bag in the space, and she came over with a black bag when she went to the carriage just now.

Now they were given two loaves of bread and a bottle of water each. Then she continued what she wanted to ask: "You just said that some people are hungry. Can you tell me where they are?"

He was still hesitating and hadn't decided whether to say it or not, when he heard Feng Yanan looking at him on WeChat and saying, "You are very alert, but if I were really a bad person, I wouldn't ask you this, but force you."

When the boy's eyes fell on Feng Yanan, his expression instantly softened, completely opposite to his previous vigilance.

Then he whispered: "There are still a dozen homeless children in the dilapidated temple." His brows were furrowed, and his eyes flashed with deep worry and helplessness. This expression seemed to say that he felt deeply sympathetic to the plight of these children, but also felt that his power was limited and he could not completely solve this problem.

The corners of his mouth drooped slightly, as if expressing a heavy mood.

Feng Yanan looked at them and asked: "What about you? Are you all living in a dilapidated temple?"

The others shook their heads, and one of them, about ten years old, said, "We live under the bridge in the west of the city."

"Then why did you fight today?" Feng Yanan looked at them.

The boy who said they lived at the bridge head lowered his head and said, "Just now we saw them carrying half a bag of steamed buns, and there were only two of them, so we tried to snatch it away." He was ashamed. "I'm sorry!" he apologized to the boy who had fought with him.

Feng Yanan also understood what he said. She had just thought that they all lived in a dilapidated temple.

Feng Yanan went back to the carriage and took out two large bags of bread from the space. She could only tear up the packaging bags and let them go back and eat them immediately, otherwise they would get moldy and harm these poor children. There was no other way, the packaging bags had a modern date. They had to eat it first, and she would think of a solution tomorrow.

Thinking of this, he spoke softly: "If you can have enough food, warm clothes and a bed to sleep in, but you have to work, are you willing?"

Several children's eyes lit up, and they were even a little bit unbelieving. The oldest child asked: "Are you serious? If I don't have to beg and I can have enough to eat, I am willing to work." After he finished speaking, he felt that he was a little too anxious and added: "But you can't do bad things."

Others also nodded their heads to show their willingness. Seeing their pure and innocent eyes, Feng Yanan became more determined to take them in. Of course, she was not a saint and could not save all living beings. She also had selfish motives. She needed to cultivate her own power, and of course it was best to cultivate them from childhood. But these children seemed to have been forgotten by the world. They had nowhere to go. Why didn't she take them in? If she couldn't use them for herself, she would just think that she had done a good thing. She would have no regrets. If she could use them for herself, then it would be the best of both worlds.

Feng Yanan said to the child who won the fight: "Go back and ask those friends, whether they are willing or not. You don't have to come out tomorrow. I will bring you food." The child looked at Feng Yanan gratefully.

Feng Yanan said to the other children, "You should go to the ruined temple with them now. I will take you away tomorrow. Are you willing?"

"Yes! Thank you, sister!" several people said in unison.

After Feng Yanan asked about the location of the ruined temple, he gave them two large bags of food to take back. The children finally smiled innocently.