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

All the soldiers raised their spears and thrust their arrows fiercely into Nalan Yanyu's thin body!

Seeing this moment, Su Yanhua's eyes widened with anger, and she shouted and begged weakly.

"don't want--"

Nalan Yanyu felt as if all his strength had been drained from him, so heavy he couldn't even lift his eyelids. He slowly and feebly closed his eyes, quietly awaiting the impending moment of death. Every second seemed so long, he could even hear the sound of his own heartbeat, growing fainter and fainter.

However, at this critical moment, the surrounding environment suddenly changed dramatically. The originally dim and dark space was instantly covered by a dazzling red light, so blinding that it was almost impossible to open your eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful and mysterious force swept over like a surging tide, knocking to the ground the soldiers who were surrounding Nalan Yanyu.

Nalan Yanyu suddenly opened his eyes, his vision blurry. But as he gradually adjusted to the brightness, a familiar figure gradually came into view—it was Su Yanhua! She stood gracefully before him, like a blue enchantress blooming in the dark night, radiating a captivating and unique charm.

Su Yanhua was dressed in a light blue dress, her sleeves fluttering, like a fairy descending from the earth. Her beautiful face was even more charming and stunning under the red light, and her eyes, bright as stars, revealed an incomparable determination and warmth, as if they could melt all the coldness and darkness in the world.

Nalan's face was full of anger. He wanted to scold her, but he couldn't bear to do it.

"Go away, Yan Hua! Leave me alone!"

Su Yanhua opened her red lips slightly, her voice clear and pleasant yet filled with unquestionable determination: "Nalan Yanyu, you once said that anyone would betray you, but Su Yanhua would not!"

These words exploded like a bolt from the blue in Nalan Yanyu's mind, leaving him with a blank. He stared wide-eyed, disbelieving at the woman kneeling before him. His eyes were constricted with shock, his body frozen like a statue, unable to move an inch.

"Did you forget it?"

He didn't forget. How could he forget? He always knew what kind of woman Su Yanhua was. But because he knew that, he let her go, regardless of everything. Unfortunately, she was just so disobedient.

Nalan Yanyu raised the corner of his mouth, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, like a stream of elegance, shocking people so much that they couldn't take their eyes off it.

Su Yanhua is Su Yanhua, and she is no longer herself when she leaves.

He looked at the woman deeply with loving eyes, carefully wiped the blood off his fingers, and then carefully held Su Yanhua's soft hand, as if it were a treasure that he did not dare to touch easily.

Then let’s face it together!

.........

Prison

To their surprise, the ferocious soldiers didn't kill Nalan Yanyu and Su Yanhua on the spot. One reason for this might be that Su Yanhua and Nalan Yanyu's hands were tightly clasped together, making it difficult for the soldiers to separate them.

However, the more crucial factor was probably that the Emperor had not yet issued a decree for the execution of all without mercy. The Nalan clan always had specific execution dates, and unless there were special circumstances, Nalan Yanyu would naturally be no exception.

Regardless, at this moment, the two were imprisoned, trapped in a dark, damp, and reeking cell. After a fierce struggle and resistance, she and Nalan's internal energy had been completely depleted, leaving them no strength to struggle even a little. They were now like fish on a chopping board, helpless to be manipulated, powerless to fight back.

At that moment, Nalan Yanyu fainted from exhaustion. Su Yanhua, clad in her tattered prison uniform, sat alone on the cold ground, staring at the unconscious Nalan Yanyu, her heart filled with worry and helplessness.

"water…"

He murmured through his dry lips.

Su Yanhua came back to her senses and stood up to pour water. The water in the tea bowl was dirty and turbid, and she didn't know when it came from.

Su Yanhua walked towards the prison door coldly and shouted outside: "Someone come!"

No one responded.

"Someone is coming!"

The bailiff staggered over, his face dazed and reeking of alcohol.

He seemed very unhappy about being interrupted and shouted at the top of his voice: "What are you shouting for? If you shout again, I will kill you!"

"The prince is weak, could you please have some water?"

Su Yanhua said in a gentle voice.

Unexpectedly, the yamen runner sneered disdainfully: "Prince? Why don't I see the prince here? Is there a prince here? He's just a prisoner. Hahahahaha!"

Su Yanhua suppressed her anger and raised her eyes, her eyes full of coldness.

"The Emperor has not yet planned to kill Nalan Yanyu. If the Emperor suddenly wants to see Prince Nalan, and Prince Nalan dies because you didn't give him water, I wonder if you can bear the responsibility?"

After he finished speaking, the eyes of the yamen runner seemed to clear up a little. He knew that he could not bear this responsibility, so he looked at Su Yanhua gloomily and said two words.

"Wait!"

Soon, the bailiff brought over a bowl of water. Su Yanhua took it and handed it to Nalan Yanyu's mouth.

After drinking the water, Nalan Yanyu opened his eyes, which were bloodshot.

Su Yanhua then realized that Nalan's injury had not yet healed.

Nalan Yanyu felt her body being lifted up, and she knew what Su Yanhua was going to do. She immediately used all her strength to hold her wrist and stopped her, saying, "Yanhua, no!"

Su Yanhua smiled and said, "You can't stop me now!"

Yes, Nalan Yanyu is now so weak that he can't even lift a finger, so how can he stop the determined Su Yanhua!

The crimson light, like a flowing stream of air, gently and slowly flowed towards Nalan's body. This stream of air, as if possessing life, gradually merged into his body, like a layer of warm water, quietly nourishing every inch of his skin and meridians, immersing his entire body in an incomparably comfortable warmth.

Under this wonderful feeling, Nalan's consciousness gradually blurred. Unconsciously, a clear picture slowly unfolded before his eyes - it was the beautiful scenery of Wuhua Mountain that day. The spring breeze blew past, bringing wisps of fresh air, gently caressing people's faces.

The rolling hills resemble the gently rising breast of Mother Earth, brimming with life and energy. Lush green foliage shimmers in the sunlight, shimmering like emerald green. It's a true paradise on earth, a place of unparalleled tranquility and unforgettable memories.