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

Nalan Linglong hurriedly turned her head and looked around, and what she saw made her even more shocked: the originally lush and flourishing trees were now only left with bare branches and leaves, and those once emerald green leaves had long disappeared.

She subconsciously turned her gaze towards the lake not far away, only to find that even the crystal clear, sparkling water had disappeared completely, leaving only the dry lake bed exposed to the scorching sun.

This sudden change made Linglong and Cui'er's eyes widen instantly. They held the buckets in their hands and their bodies began to tremble involuntarily. The water in the buckets kept shaking with their shaking, as if it would spill out at any time.

At the same time, residents who had heard the commotion rushed over, buckets of water in hand. They were all stunned by the bizarre scene before them. Where moments before had been a terrifying scene of flames and billowing smoke, now only a horrific mess remained—the ground was littered with withered, fallen leaves and broken branches, and a few carp, desperately struggling to survive after losing the nourishment of the lake, occasionally leaping on the cracked lakebed in a final, desperate struggle.

What power is this?

How terrible!

Su Yanhua's eyes widened, secretly marveling at his unfathomable inner strength. Recalling her previous fight with Xing Jian, she had only thought him skilled in martial arts, but she had never expected him to be so formidable!

Back then, they'd fought back and forth, swords flashing and shadows crisscrossing, seemingly fierce and intense. But now, thinking back, Xing Jian was clearly willing to yield. Yet, I foolishly assumed that this was all he had.

At that moment, Su Yanhua's heart sank like an ice cellar, her already confused mind spiraling into a tangle. Just who was Xing Jian? Why did he know so much about her, while she knew almost nothing about him? Could it be that, from the beginning, she had been nothing more than a spice to spice up his mundane existence? Once this thought arose, it spread like wild weeds within her heart.

Su Yanhua touched the red bracelet on her wrist, and the confusion in her heart shattered into pieces.

"Miss, what are you thinking about?"

Cui'er walked in at some point, looked at Su Yanhua's dazed expression, and asked worriedly.

Su Yanhua came back to her senses and shook her head: "Nothing, how is Nalan Yanyu?"

"Master Wuchan said it's nothing serious, and Princess Linglong is taking care of him."

Su Yanhua breathed a sigh of relief and put her heart back in her stomach.

Cui'er seemed to want to say something, her little face full of confusion.

Su Yanhua noticed Cui'er's troubled expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cui Er sighed softly and asked, "Miss, are you thinking about Mr. Xing?"

Only Mr. Xing could make the young lady so distracted.

Su Yanhua's thoughts were seen through, so she lowered her head and remained silent.

"Miss, I can see that Master Chu cares about you. Why don't you try to accept it?"

This question struck Su Yanhua like a hammer, plunging her into deep contemplation. Accept? How, exactly, could she accept it? She had once held a deep longing for a beautiful love, but now she was no longer the innocent girl she once was. Having experienced the vicissitudes of two lifetimes, her once passionate heart had become tattered and scarred.

Since her rebirth, Su Yanhua has been like a frightened bird, wary of everyone around her, especially Xing Jian. Because all the pain she suffered in her past life was inextricably linked to Xing Jian, she harbors both an indelible hatred and an indescribable fear for him. However, as time passes, she gradually notices the difference in Xing Jian's attitude towards her.

During a critical moment in Liuwang Village, Xing Jian stepped forward without hesitation to save her and solemnly made her a promise. At that moment, Su Yanhua's long-frozen heart involuntarily rippled. She was truly deeply moved by Xing Jian's gesture. Slowly, she began to let down her guard, indulging in this seemingly ethereal yet incredibly alluring gentleness, allowing her emotions to surge freely and sink into it like a flood.

But the good times didn't last long. Xu Qing's sudden appearance was like a bolt from the blue, ruthlessly tearing apart the beautiful protective shield that had once protected her from wind and rain.

Xu Qing mercilessly exposed the anxiety that had been hidden deep in her heart for a long time to everyone, forcing Su Yanhua to re-examine the complicated relationship between her and Xing Jian.

What made her feel even more desperate was that through Xu Qing, she finally saw the truth - it turned out that Xing Jian's so-called "specialness" to her was not unique.

Perhaps, from the beginning to the end, she was just a plaything for Xing Jian's entertainment. That is why he was unwilling to open his heart to her and reveal his true feelings.

"Yan Hua!"

Just as Su Yanhua was stunned, Nalan Linglong ran over and shouted, "Brother wants to see you!"

"He woke up?" Su Yanhua asked in surprise.

Nalan Linglong's face was full of smiles: "I've been awake for quite a while."

It was March, a time of gentle breeze, but it was indeed a little chilly. Three months had passed since Su Yanhua stepped into the Wuhua Mountain Zen Temple again.

When she walked in, she saw Nalan Yanyu, who should have been lying on the bed to rest, sitting at the table, with Wu'er beside him straightening Nalan's clothes.

The pale face softened instantly when he saw her, and the light in his eyes sparkled brightly in the dark Zen temple.

"You're here!"

Just one sentence, casual yet friendly.

Wu Er glanced at her and said unhappily, "Sir, if there is anything, you must call me."

After saying that, he walked out without even looking at her and closed the door.

Su Yanhua was keenly aware that the situation had become increasingly delicate since the incident at Shengxian Manor. Especially after Nalan risked his life to save her, Wu'er's attitude towards her took a sharp turn for the worse, becoming even worse than before.

Thinking back carefully, it seemed that every time Nalan was injured, it was inextricably linked to him. Once this thought arose in his mind, it spread like wild weeds, causing Su Yanhua to feel a deep sense of self-blame and guilt.

At this moment, when she once again gazed into Nalan Yanyu's clear and deep eyes, her originally calm gaze seemed to ripple slightly because of her presence. And this subtle change struck Su Yanhua's heart like a heavy hammer, making the guilt even heavier.