The Rebirth of a Daughter: My Lord, I Will Never Be a Concubine

Four women sat in the hall, their backs straight, and began their performance.

The pleasant sound of the piano echoed in the hall, ethereal and graceful, as if it caught everyone's ears, allowing everyone to immerse themselves in listening.

The effort and blood behind more than ten years will last forever in the deep understanding and loneliness. Endless darkness invades the delicate flower bud, and a sudden competition comes.

Using the sound of the piano as a blade, it cuts through the curtain of darkness. The strands of piano sound linger in everyone's ears, attracting people to watch and appreciate the flower bud slowly blooming.

Lin Jiaojiao couldn't help but marvel: the talent of the noble lady from Lingcheng is really not in vain, and her eyes were filled with worry.

The little princess held her chin in her hand and yawned boredly.

Yan Jinyao smiled and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Their piano music is so boring, sister!" The little princess pouted and said, "It's not even one-tenth as good as yours."

"Sister, didn't you say you would keep a low profile when you came here? Why did you just..." the little princess asked in confusion.

In her heart, Yan Jinyao has always been an aloof and calm woman. Nothing can make her frown, so Yan Jinyao's proposal not only shocked His Highness's ministers, but also shocked her!

Yan Jinyao paused her slender fingers, and her almond-shaped eyes swept over the three people in front of her. They had outstanding figures and elegant temperaments. Which woman in the hall would not look at them? But the three of them had calm faces, and the coldness and casualness in their eyes chilled the hearts of many women.

"Busy, bustling—"

Yan Jinyao responded casually.

Wang Wanning, who was sitting below, looked at Su Yanhua with disdain, who was calm and composed.

"Someone must have been panicking for a long time!"

Seeing that Su Yanhua ignored her, Wang Wanning's eyes turned cold and she raised a contemptuous smile.

"Su Yanhua, you don't have any talent other than wielding swords and guns. What will you do if you get embarrassed later?"

"It's not like I'm embarrassing you, why are you worrying about it?" Su Yanhua said to her sarcastically.

"you……"

Wang Wanning slammed the table, and the wine jug on the table fell to the ground, and the wine sprayed out.

"Humph, it's fine if you embarrass others, but this is the imperial palace, and the emperor is sitting there. You're not only embarrassing the Su family, but also Yun Qin." Wang Wanning shook her head and said, "If the emperor gets furious, I'll see how you end up."

"Oh!"

Su Yanhua didn't want to pay attention to her.

Wang Wanning punched the cotton again, feeling weak and helpless.

No matter what she said, Su Yanhua just didn't respond. She was so angry that she turned around and stopped talking.

Su Yanhua's ears had just been quiet for a while when Su Ruoxi next to her spoke again.

"Sister, do you still remember the high mountains and flowing water that the teacher taught us?"

High Mountains and Flowing Water was the first piece of music she learned to play the piano. Su Ruoxi and Su Yanhua practiced it a lot back then. The result was definitely that Su Ruoxi practiced better than her and she always received praise from the teacher.

"Although the song 'High Mountains and Flowing Water' is simple, it can bring out the emotions. My piano skills are not good enough, so why not practice this song later? You won't make any mistakes." Su Ruoxi said.

Su Yanhua lowered her eyes and said nothing.

The second round of lists came out, namely Wang Wanning, Su Ruoxi, Lin Jiaojiao, and Mo Qinghe.

I don’t know if Wang Wanning heard the conversation between Su Yanhua and Su Ruoxi just now. She was playing the song "High Mountains and Flowing Water". Her piano skills were skillful and her emotions were rich. It was much better than her previous playing.

If Su Yanhua played "High Mountains and Flowing Water" again, with the beautiful jade in front of her, it would be really embarrassing.

Su Ruoxi and Mo Qinghe both chose songs that showcased their piano skills. Throughout the entire song, one could only see the two pairs of chicken claws constantly fanning the air. The piano sounds reached climaxes one after another, becoming increasingly sharp and fluctuating. The two's piano skills were comparable.

Everyone's gaze changed when they turned to Su Ruoxi.

As Mo Qinghe was a princess, her teachers were naturally the best. However, Su Ruoxi was just a commoner's daughter, yet her piano skills were so superb that one could only admire her.

Su Ruoxi felt everyone's gazes, and a sense of confidence surged from her chest, making her waist straighter.

Cui Er asked in confusion, "Is the Second Miss having a cramp?"

It’s no wonder Cui’er asked this. Under the watchful eyes of His Highness, Su Ruoxi suddenly straightened up while walking, which seemed inexplicably strange.

Su Yanhua shook her head: "Probably."

The last one was Lin Jiaojiao. As the daughter of a sect, she could not compare with the noble ladies of Lingcheng in these aspects. She just played a song casually and left without arousing any reaction from the crowd.

After playing, Lin Jiaojiao glanced at the men's seats.

Chu Wuqi's eyes were gentle and soothing, and Xie Wei smiled at her. The expressions of the two calmed her panic and anxiety.

"The last group: Little Princess, Xu Qing, Yan Jinyao, Su Yanhua—"

As soon as the words fell, everyone straightened up. This group became the focus of everyone's attention.

The little princess came on stage first, and walked briskly to the center of the hall. She stared at Xing Jian with her bright eyes, raised a smile, and sat down to play the piano.

Su Yanhua met Xing Jian's eyes, and her phoenix eyes curved slightly.

How to do?

Cold!

Su Yanhua turned her eyes away and met Nalan's gaze again.

The tenderness dotted in the stars is like the gurgling water, bringing a touch of comfort.

It seemed that everyone knew that she was a good-for-nothing idiot. Su Yanhua took a sip of tea to cover the sarcastic corners of her mouth.

Another song ended, and the next person to come was the much-anticipated Yan Jinyao. She stood up straight and walked forward, standing tall and graceful. Her aloofness became more and more obvious, and many noble ladies felt a sense of oppression.

The maid came forward with a zither and opened the cloth. The body of the zither was narrower than the other zithers. It was jet black with a soft wood color. The vertical wooden beam between the zither surface and the zither handle was engraved with a relief pattern made by fine needlework.

The arrogant woman placed her slender fingers on the jade-like strings of the zither. The sound of the zither was clear and melodious, like the gurgling of spring water, refreshing people's hearts.

Her slender hands were like nimble butterflies, fluttering and jumping quickly over the strings. The sound she played was as melodious, clear and pleasant as the gurgling of water, and as mournful and plaintive as the cry of a nightingale. It seemed to be able to easily penetrate people's souls and evoke all kinds of complex emotions hidden deep in people's hearts.

A faint, almost imperceptible sadness lingered within the piano music, like a thin veil, making the music even more infectious and penetrating. At this moment, she tightly closed her beautiful eyes, her expression focused and intoxicated, as if her entire being had become one with the music, indistinguishable from the other.

The arrogance that once existed has disappeared without a trace at this moment, and instead, there is only a trace of leisurely melancholy that arises from the depths of the heart, like clouds blown away by the wind, slowly floating in the air, and lingering for a long time.

Cui'er asked, "Miss, why is this a song of love?"

Su Yanhua also thought that Yan Jinyao was playing an elegant and unique piece of music. The piece of music was extremely tender and sad, and she could not associate the piece of music with Yan Jinyao at all.

It seems as if she is narrating a past story in a tender way, full of sorrow and lingering feelings. She plays with such sincerity that people can empathize with her and forget the way home.

Su Yanhua glanced at everyone present, and everyone was touched by this warm and soothing song, and their eyes softened.