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

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Su Yanhua couldn't help but grit his teeth, clench his hands into fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms, but he didn't feel the pain at all.

"Why, must he shatter all my hopes with his own hands? Must he see me heartbroken and weeping to feel good?"

She questioned herself angrily in her heart. The trust and reliance she once had on Xing Jian had disappeared at this moment.

Thinking back to when she first heard the words "I will protect you", Su Yanhua felt incredibly foolish and ridiculous. Back then, she had been so naively moved by that moment, but now it seemed like it was nothing more than a self-deceiving dream.

And the man who made the promise with such confidence is actually just a bastard who is full of lies!

In addition to bringing Xu Qing with him, Xing Jian also had two secret guards following behind him, guarding Xu Qing at all times and protecting him very closely.

Su Yanhua's expression could no longer be described as gloomy. Her eyes were sharp, as cold as ice and filled with a hint of anger.

"I won't let you get it!"

She will do anything to get this life-saving herb, even if it means killing them all!

Seeing the murderous intent in Su Yanhua's pupils, his face was cold and nothing could be seen, but his fingers hidden under his robe paused slightly.

His eyes were moving, complex and changeable, filled with an indescribable melancholy. These pupils seemed to say a lot of things, but Su Yanhua was in no mood to understand.

She threw down the silver and left coldly.

Looking at Su Yanhua's back, Xing Jian's expression gradually dimmed, and his pupils seemed to be filled with too much heavy pain and worries, which were condensed into a ball.

Su Yanhua had just arrived at the entrance of the Misty Forest. Too many people had already gathered in front of her. After listening to everyone's comments, she realized that she could only enter at 1:15 PM when the miasma was the least. There was still some time until 1:15 PM.

Helplessly, Su Yanhua could only wait outside. Looking at the weapons of the knights around her, she gradually hid the flying knife between her wrists. She had a hunch that most of the people today were coming for the Eight-Angled Lotus.

Master Wuchan said that the octagonal lotus will only bloom in this season, and the medicinal properties are strongest at night, so many people choose to go into the misty forest to pick it at noon.

The sound of footsteps slowly came from behind. Su Yanhua looked over and saw Xing Jian and his group coming up. Besides Xu Qing, there was actually a man and a woman following behind them. These two people were the ones who wanted to take the octagonal lotus at the beginning.

The woman seemed to be very interested in Xing Jian. She talked to Xing Jian as they walked, but Xing Jian's attitude was very cold, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

The woman did not feel unhappy. She pushed Xu Qing aside and wanted to talk to Xing Jian. Xu Qing was weak to begin with, and was about to fall down after being bumped by her. Xing Jian quickly helped her up, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

"If you can't walk, you don't need these two legs!"

Such a cruel remark. Su Yanhua had never seen Xing Jian get angry because of another woman.

Xing Jian's face turned cold, which frightened the woman a little. She lowered her head, and a hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes.

"I didn't mean it!" said the woman.

The man next to her was more polite than the woman. Seeing this, he protected the woman and apologized: "Sir, I didn't know this girl was your wife. I am young and weak, so I hope you won't mind."

This man must have seen the little sister's feelings for Xing Jian, and deliberately said that Xu Qing was Xing Jian's wife so that the woman would give up.

Sure enough, the woman's face looked a little surprised, and she looked at Xing Jian with some disbelief in her eyes.

Su Yanhua was eating the dry food on the side, glancing at the entrance from time to time.

Xing Jian naturally saw Su Yanhua as well, and seeing that she looked indifferent, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Xu Qing didn't expect the man to say that. Her thoughts seemed to be exposed. Her face turned slightly red and she felt a little shy. She didn't dare to look at Xing Jian at all.

"Sir, you are mistaken. She is my sister!"

Unexpectedly, Xing Jian explained.

In fact, the man just said this. He just wanted to mention it lightly. Anyone with a discerning eye would know that the man was saying this to the woman. It didn't matter if he didn't explain this sentence, after all, they were not familiar with each other.

But after Xing Jian's explanation, the dim look in the woman's eyes suddenly lit up and she stared at Xing Jian closely.

"Isn't she your wife?"

Xing Jian said coldly, "This young master has not yet married."

The woman's expression instantly became overjoyed, and her eyes became softer as she looked at Xing Jian.

It’s a pity that when Xu Qing Xingjian said, “She is just my sister,” the shy smile on her face seemed to be frozen by a sudden frost and froze in an instant.

Her face, which was usually filled with gentleness and kindness, now unconsciously revealed an indescribable and strange look.

Her slender fingertips were tightly gripping the dress on her body. Because she was holding it too tightly, the originally smooth hem was wrinkled, like a messy ball of tangled yarn.

But she herself was completely unaware of this and was still immersed in some complex emotions and unable to extricate herself.

It was not until a long time later that she came to her senses. When her eyes fell on the dress in her hands that was in a mess, she was shocked.

She quickly loosened her fingers and tried to smooth out the crumpled dress. However, no matter how hard she tried, the deep and shallow wrinkles remained stubbornly on it, just like the waves that had just risen in her heart, difficult to completely eliminate.

However, she finally took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. When she raised her head again, her eyes had regained their usual calmness, as if everything that had just happened was just a brief illusion.

As soon as noon arrived, Su Yanhua, with her luggage on her back, followed the large team with light steps and slowly walked into this mysterious place.

As she stepped inside, a strong, pungent miasma swept over her like a surging ocean wave. The miasma came so swiftly that it instantly captivated Su Yanhua's clear eyes.

However, facing this sudden predicament, Su Yanhua did not panic. She took a deep breath and secretly regulated the power of the phoenix in her body.

With a faint surge of internal energy, her eyes, which had been hazy at first, gradually regained clarity, becoming even brighter. At this moment, everything on the road ahead was clearly visible before her.

At this moment, she remembered what Master Wuchan said about the herb, the octagonal lotus, which is cold-sensitive, bitter and cold in nature, and should grow in a warmer place. In fact, she had already carefully studied the relevant map before entering this place.

As shown on the map, the outskirts of the misty forest have an extremely cold climate, while the closer to the center, the milder and more pleasant the climate becomes.

Of course, this is accompanied by the increasing number and density of miasma and the ferocious beasts that may appear at any time. After all, all living things have the instinct to move towards warmth and avoid cold, and these creatures are no exception.

So Su Yanhua did not search around like the main group did. She just avoided them. There was no one around and the miasma was everywhere. She could not see anyone at all. Su Yanhua no longer tried to cover up her mistake and went straight to the deepest part.

These knights usually come for precious medicinal herbs, so they must search everywhere and pick and choose, which takes up a lot of time.