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

Su Yanhua asked Nalan Yanyu to lie down and walked out to find Master Wuchan to discuss countermeasures.

But suddenly Nalan Linglong called her.

"Yanhua, why did you come back? Do you know..." Linglong's face was full of confusion. On the one hand, she felt that it was better for Su Yanhua to leave, at least she would not be implicated. On the other hand, she felt that Su Yanhua's arrival made her feel a little safe. Nalan Yanyu needed her very much now.

Su Yanhua didn't turn around and said bluntly: "I know, I know everything. Nalan saved me with his life. I can't leave at this time."

At this moment, Nalan, like her, had lost the person he cared deeply about and loved so much. They seemed to have become the two loneliest people in the world, only able to rely on each other silently and wait for each other.

And at this moment, when she saw Nalan's lonely and helpless appearance, her heart seemed to be tugged at. How could she be so cruel as to abandon him so ruthlessly?

After all, they had both experienced the pain of losing their loved ones, a pain that followed them everywhere, making their hearts fragile and sensitive. So, no matter what, she couldn't ignore Nalan. She wanted to stay by his side, give him warmth and comfort, and accompany him through this difficult time.

Just as the two were expressing their feelings to each other, suddenly, a loud noise was heard coming from far away.

Looking closely, I saw a huge group of soldiers rushing in like a tidal wave! They were holding sharp blades, their faces were stern, and they rushed towards us with great momentum. In the blink of an eye, they had surrounded the entire Wuhua Mountain. It was so tight that not even a fly could escape.

Witnessing this shocking scene, Su Yanhua's heart suddenly sank, as if a huge rock had weighed heavily on her, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. Her eyes widened, her face filled with shock and fear. Beside her, Linglong was stunned by this sudden turn of events, standing there in a daze, completely bewildered.

Seeing this, Su Yanhua acted decisively, grabbing Linglong's slender wrist while she remained in a daze, and dragging her with all her might towards the nearby Zen temple. The two of them ran furiously, panting, until they finally entered the temple and quickly slammed the heavy door shut. With a resounding bang, the door closed tightly, seemingly isolating them from the outside world for now, but their hearts remained in suspense, unable to truly calm down.

Nalan asked, "What's wrong?"

Su Yanhua said with a gloomy face: "The soldiers are coming!"

Wu'er and Nalan's expressions changed.

"Impossible, how did the soldiers know we were here?" Wu'er asked in confusion: "We haven't been out for the past few days—"

Su Yanhua was stunned. She had been out and met Mo Cerong on the way back!

Could it be that Mo Cerong sent someone to follow her!

So cruel!

The footsteps of the officers and soldiers were resounding, coming from far away and getting closer. With a "bang", the door was pushed open, and the tall and majestic yamen stood in front of them.

The leading Yafu laughed wildly: "Prince Nalan, I've been looking for you for a long time! Finally I found you!"

Su Yanhua stepped forward again: "What do you want to do?"

Yafu sneered: "Miss Su, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, otherwise don't blame me for being merciless!"

Su Yanhua snorted coldly: "Then give it a try!"

The yamen official's face instantly darkened, and with a wave of his hand, dozens of soldiers rushed forward.

Su Yanhua was busy fending off the soldiers in front of him, and he took the time to yell at Wu'er, "Take Nalan away!"

Wu'er and Linglong hurried forward to carry Nalan Yanyu and slipped out from the back door. As soon as they went out, they saw palace soldiers everywhere in the mountains and plains. It was impossible to escape!

The hearts of several people sank to the bottom of the valley. Nalan's expression changed coldly, and there was a hint of chill in his eyes.

"Wu'er, take Linglong away!"

Wu'er was shocked: "Prince!"

Nalan Yanyu looked back at Wu'er, his eyes ruthless and commanding: "You understand what I mean."

Linglong is the only bloodline of the Nalan clan, and he cannot let anything happen to Linglong.

Wu'er naturally understood and lowered her eyes in sorrow.

Linglong was now frightened to the point of tears welling up in her eyes, and she cried uncontrollably: "I won't leave! I won't leave!"

"Brother, don't leave me, I won't leave!"

Facing Nalan Linglong's pitiful, pleading eyes, Nalan Yanyu couldn't help but feel a trace of pity and reluctance. However, the urgent situation here did not allow for any hesitation.

Nalan Yan gritted his teeth, ruthlessly severing his inner tenderness. His eyes instantly turned icy and filled with murderous intent. Then, he flashed and shot out like an arrow. Instantly, a dazzling moon-gold light emanated from him, quickly converging into a massive mark, like a golden sun suspended in the sky.

As the light continued to bloom, the entire sky seemed to be dyed a brilliant golden color, dazzling and shocking. The enormous palm print slowly expanded, like a giant hand covering the sky and the sun, gradually enveloping the entire Wuhua Mountain. The powerful aura it exuded was like a mountain pressing down on an egg, making it difficult to breathe and even making the heartbeat almost stop.

The guards beneath the palm print opened their eyes wide in horror, their eyes revealing unconcealed fear. They watched helplessly as the palm print slammed down mercilessly like a mountain collapsing, like an axe splitting the world apart, carrying the power of destruction towards the towering mountain.

With a resounding, earth-shattering roar, mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, clouds of dust billowed. Those soldiers who had no time to dodge were instantly crushed into pieces, tragically killed by the unparalleled power of the Mysterious Heart Technique. Perhaps for these soldiers, to die at the hands of such a peerless martial arts manual was a unique kind of "honor."

"Go quickly—"

Nalan yelled at Wu'er and Linglong.

Su Yanhua looked at Nalan Yanyu who was overdrawn, and was worried in her heart. She killed the officers and soldiers in front of her and ran over. Unexpectedly, her body slowly rose up, slowly floated in the air, and flew towards the foot of Wuhua Mountain.

What's going on here?

Su Yanhua looked at Nalan Yanyu in disbelief, her eyes full of shock and sadness!

Why, don't you let me be with you!

Nalan couldn't resist Su Yanhua's sad eyes. His strength was obviously ineffective. He fell down and knelt on the ground.

Su Yanhua's body had no internal strength to support it and was about to fall to the ground.

After Nalan Yanyu discovered this, he used up the last bit of his internal strength to lift Su Yanhua up.

Live!

A large number of soldiers behind him caught up and surrounded Nalan Yanyu.

But Nalan Yanyu ignored it, still supporting Su Yanhua's body and slowly moving away.

Su Yanhua groaned in pain: "No..."

Nalan Yanyuyue's white robe had long been stained with blood, turning into a red robe. His black hair, as light as silk, flew in the air. His face was pale and transparent, and the aura around him was cold and ruthless, but he had a pair of eyes that were full of tenderness, like a dead tree coming back to life in spring, full of flowers.