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

Without the scruples of those around her, Su Yanhua spoke even more ruthlessly: "I, Su Yanhua, have always disliked flattery. If Mr. Xing wants to hear good words, then find someone else."

"I thought that after such a long time, you should understand my feelings." Xing Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of hurt flashed across them.

After she finished speaking, Su Yanhua's emotions became obviously agitated. Her voice was very sharp and heavy. "I don't understand. Young Master Xing must have had enough fun these days. I'm not a kitten or puppy for you to play with. My energy is limited. I don't want to play such a boring game with you. Xing Jian, please let me go!"

what is this?

Every time Xing Jian gave her something or made a decision, he never asked for her opinion! Whether she was willing to accept these things or liked them, Xing Jian seemed to be indifferent. It was as if in his eyes, she was just a private property that he could play with and control at will.

She knew almost nothing about Xing Jian, and he, too, had never considered sharing his own affairs with her. Thus, like a powerless kitten or puppy, Xing Jian had forced upon her a certain status.

But what on earth is going on?

After all, if Xing Jian's feelings for her were genuine and deep, why had he refused to open his heart to her and be honest with her all this time? Was he going to leave her like an innocent child, always kept in the dark, being toyed with and manipulated by him at will?

These words resonated like a thunderclap in Xing Jian's ears. Instantly, he felt a surge of nameless anger surge within him, unable to suppress it. His eyes widened, veins bulging on his forehead, and he swung his hand violently, bringing a fierce wind of palm wind to slam down on the innocent table in front of Su Yanhua.

With a crisp "crack," the incredibly sturdy table instantly shattered into pieces, sending wood chips flying everywhere. The room suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

"Su Yanhua, is your heart made of iron? You're so cruel!" Xing Jian asked slowly in a deep voice, "Are you in love with Nalan Yanyu?"

Su Yanhua: "..."

She didn't expect Xing Jian to think this way. She obviously didn't want to involve others in this matter, so she didn't answer.

And Su Yanhua's silence meant consent to Xing Jian's agreement, and he realized it.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but the smile suddenly changed its meaning and became ferocious and terrifying. He just looked at Su Yanhua in silence.

"Su Yanhua, no one can take you away from me!"

Xing Jian's face was gloomy, his icy gaze piercing through everything. He swung his hand, slamming the words he had just spoken onto the hard ground with a dull thud. Then, without hesitation, he raised his palm, channeling all his internal energy, and swung it fiercely towards the closed door!

A deafening roar echoed, and the once incredibly solid door instantly shattered into countless fragments. Wood chips and dust filled the air, creating a hazy cloud. Within this cloud, two faces, each mouth agape with shock, slowly emerged—Nalan Linglong and Cui'er. Their eyes widened, their faces filled with disbelief at the scene before them, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"Brother, go quickly!"

They heard Xing Jian’s declaration of war!

This line of Jane is simply crazy!

Nalan Yanyu completely ignored Nalan Linglong's advice and continued to look straight at Xing Jian, his eyes cold with a hint of chill.

He didn't move at all!

On this bustling and crowded outer street, the originally lively crowd suddenly seemed to be cast under a spell, and all looked towards the two-story pavilion standing in the corner of the outer street - Yunxuan Pavilion.

There was a loud bang, and a window on the second floor of Yunxuan Pavilion was suddenly blown away by an invisible force! The carved window lattice spun in the air and crashed straight into the street below, startling everyone and causing them to scatter.

When the dust settled, people looked up again and saw two figures flying out of the broken window like ghosts, soaring into the sky. Looking closely, they saw two men engaging in a thrilling life-and-death struggle in mid-air!

The two men moved like lightning, their fists and kicks clashing, unleashing gusts of fierce wind. Each attack was imbued with a powerful internal force, radiating rays of dazzling light. These internal energy lights, a dazzling array of colors—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet—intertwined and collided like fireworks exploding in the night sky, a breathtaking spectacle. The air around them seemed to be distorted by this overwhelming force, emitting a deep, deafening roar.

"Look, who is that?"

The people dropped what they were doing, shielded their eyes from the glaring sunlight with their hands, and looked over with their eyes slightly squinted.

"Why do the people above look so much like Master Xing and the Crown Prince?"

Someone in the crowd said this, but it resounded like a thunderclap through the sky, disturbing the hearts of the people.

More and more people looked up, with a hint of doubt hidden in their hearts...

What could have driven both Young Master Xing and Prince Nalan to such violent action? While Young Master Xing was not easy to offend, he generally wouldn't attack unless provoked. Prince Nalan, on the other hand, was even more so. A gentle and graceful young man, rarely seen in a century, he wore a smile on his face. With such distinguished status, what on earth could have caused these two men to fight?

Yan Jinyao in the Southern Palace looked at the colorful lights in the sky with a dark expression: "Does he really want to die?"

Nalan Linglong and Cui'er raised their heads worriedly and looked into the distance, their figures crossing and overlapping from time to time.

The "culprit" Su Yanhua was still standing there, not saying a word and not making a single move.

"Yan Hua? What should we do?" Nalan Linglong asked, "The crowd of onlookers is getting bigger and bigger."

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Yanhua muttered something and quickly formed a complex and mysterious hand seal with her hands. As she moved, the divine bird named Fengming let out a clear and melodious cry, as if responding to its master's call.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful energy gushed out from Su Yanhua's body, instantly transforming into a dazzling red light. This light, like a burning flame, fiercely wrapped around her body, tightly enveloping her.

Nalan Linglong was stunned and stopped talking.

"Yan Hua..."

Su Yanhua leaped up, and bits of red light fell across the sky like stars, chasing after the two fighting men.

"Miss-"

Cui'er had just shouted when Nalan Linglong grabbed her and said, "Cui'er, let's catch up!"

After saying that, he was about to turn around and call Xu Qing, but found that Xu Qing, who had just been standing there, was gone.

At this moment, everyone turned their eyes in that direction and saw Su Yanhua's figure, like an arrow from a bow, rushing towards the sky at an astonishing speed. Her figure was as fast as lightning, and she seemed to disappear from everyone's sight in an instant.

However, the moment she flew past, the surrounding space seemed to be stirred by the powerful aura she emanated. Wherever she passed, a brilliant, shimmering trail of light was set off, like a dazzling ribbon dancing in the air. This light contained an endless amount of golden and jade colors and a gorgeous fragrance that captivated everyone.