In fact, there was also a very faint scar on the right eyebrow bone of the master's face. It was when he was thirteen years old, when he knelt down and begged the emperor to let him join the Northern Army. The old emperor was furious and smashed the scar with a teacup.

"Therefore, we, the secret guards and personal guards of the Prince's mansion, will protect our master even if it means our deaths."

Feng Yan gave a wry smile. He had never spoken so much to anyone before. Ten years of military service could not be summed up in just a few words.

Your Highness Prince An...

Lu Yuyan didn't know what to say.

Then Feng Yan said, "Our master has never been so close to anyone before. The generals in the army, including us secret guards, have followed our master for so long, and he has never been so open and honest with anyone in front of anyone."

Feng Yan's voice was calm, as if he were talking about something insignificant: "Entering the master's bedroom without his permission, even Jiang Chuan and I would never dare to step in rashly. But Mr. Lu often enters alone, and the master has never punished him once."

"Mr. Lu probably doesn't understand his master's personality yet."

Feng Yan looked directly into Lu Yuyan's eyes: "Haven't I explained the reason after all I've said?"

Seeing that Lu Yuyan was about to explain, Feng Yan smiled faintly and said, "Mr. Lu, you don't need to try to fool me with the excuse that you are the savior of our master and the princess. Which of us secret guards hasn't risked our lives with our master, crawling through mountains of corpses and seas of blood? Isn't this kind of bond more trustworthy than a single act of saving a life?"

Lu Yuyan nodded and gestured for him to continue: "If Commander Feng is not sleepy, I would like to tell you a story. Would you be willing to listen?"

Feng Yan knew that Lu Yuyan was going to tell him why he had such a good relationship with his master.

She nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

Once inside, Lu Yuyan personally poured Feng Yan a cup of tea, pushed it to his side, and slowly asked, "Commander Feng, have you ever heard of this life and the afterlife?"

Feng Yan picked up his tea, took a sip, and smiled faintly: "Mr. Lu, do you think I'm easy to fool?"

Lu Yuyan shook his head, poured himself a cup of tea, took a small sip, and said, "Whether you believe it or not, this life and the afterlife do exist, and I am the one who came from two thousand years in the future."

Feng Yan snorted coldly, stood up, and was about to leave.

Lu Yuyan immediately said, "Even your prince is from two thousand years in the future!"

Feng Yan turned around and smiled sarcastically: "Mr. Lu, I respect you for saving my master and the princess's lives, but you're treating me like a fool."

Lu Yuyan smiled bitterly: "So what? That's why none of you would believe me if I told the Prince, which is why the Prince and I were unwilling to tell you, including you."

"Heh, since Mr. Lu knows we won't believe you, then what's the point of telling me all this?" Feng Yan's words were no longer as gentle as before, but carried a chill, and even revealed a hint of murderous intent.

Feng Yan has truly killed countless people.

Lu Yuyan picked up the teacup beside him and played with it, ignoring the murderous aura that Feng Yan deliberately revealed: "Whether you believe it or not, it is a fact that your master and I are both from the future. Commander Feng must have already discovered that the prince has been like a different person since he woke up after the assassination attempt."

"Her martial arts skills are completely gone, her personality has changed drastically, and she can't even ride a horse anymore. And that book on psychology in the Prince's study—Does Commander Feng really think it's a product of this era?"

Feng Yan then turned around, his eyes fixed on Lu Yuyan, who was leisurely drinking tea, showing no fear of him whatsoever.

"What do you mean by that, Mr. Lu?"

Lu Yuyan smiled faintly, stood up, walked to Feng Yan and said, "What do you mean, that a prince has the ability to predict the future, but at the cost of losing all his martial arts skills? Commander Feng, don't you think all of this is too far-fetched?"

"If Your Highness truly possesses the ability to predict the future, why didn't Your Highness foresee the assassination attempt before the New Year, the deadly attacks on you and the Princess by Consort Duan, and the arrival of the Heir Apparent of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion today?"

"If Your Highness were truly capable, you would have taken the divorce papers from the study long ago. How could things have escalated to this point where they are no longer under control?"

"In the afternoon, when the heir of the Duke of Zhenguo arrived at the Prince of An's residence in a rage, carrying a riding whip, all the guards and secret agents of the Prince of An's residence were mobilized. If His Highness Prince An had such the ability to foresee the future, how could she have taken that punch from the heir of the Lu family for nothing?"

Feng Yan's face was cold and terrifying. He faced Lu Yuyan directly and said, "Mr. Lu, I don't understand what you mean."

Feng Yan sneered: "That's because Master is still recovering from his serious injuries, so his ability to predict the future is still extremely weak. Otherwise, how could Master, who was in the outskirts of the capital, suddenly turn back and know that the Princess and I are in trouble?"

"And then there was the time the princess was poisoned. Jiang Chuan told me personally that he already knew the princess was in danger before he even told his master. Mr. Lu, you were there at the time, so how do you explain that?"

Lu Yuyan smiled faintly, knowing that Feng Yan was not as easily fooled as Jiang Chuan and the others.

"Haven't you noticed that His Highness Prince An often looks at the thumb ring on his hand, and the jade bracelet on the Princess's hand?"

Feng Yan snorted: "What else does Mr. Lu intend to say to fool me?"

Lu Yuyan said, "Where we're from, we call these two things 'cell phones,' which allow people to exchange information across thousands of miles."

Feng Yan found it amusing and, unwilling to waste any more time there, turned to leave.

Lu Yuyan continued, "I've already said that both my soul and the Prince's soul come from two thousand years in the future. Commander Feng, haven't you noticed that your so-called ability to predict the future only applies to the Princess?"

Feng Yan stopped in his tracks again.

Lu Yuyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "The two things they have are connected to their brains and can transmit information to each other, which is why the prince knew about the princess's suffering before you did."

"Also, regarding me, didn't Commander Feng already have people investigate my background? My original profession was indeed just a country hunter, but he only knew a little about simple bandaging techniques for external injuries. Commander Feng must have already found out about this clearly."

Feng Yan slowly turned around.

Lu Yuyan slowly walked up to Feng Yan: "But now, Commander Feng should no longer doubt my medical skills. Xue'er lost too much blood and there was no way to save her. If I hadn't had the guards in the manor test her blood and found someone with the same blood type to donate to her, she would have died long ago."

Feng Yan frowned.

"There's also the Empress Dowager's headache; the Ministry of Rites has even begun preparing for her funeral. And the Princess Consort's injuries; even Imperial Physician Jiang sentenced her to death. Moreover, she was later poisoned by the fat woman and her granddaughter."