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

Su Yanhua controlled his emotions and said in a deep voice: "Okay!"

Mo Cerong paused. He wanted to ask, but his throat seemed to be stuck. After a long pause, he finally asked, "Did you lose a handkerchief in the palace when you were a child?"

Su Yanhua was stunned. Handkerchief?

Jiang Youbai said that she went to the palace once when she was a child and lost her handkerchief. Jiang Youbai was so angry that she beat her up severely. However, it had been so long that her memory had become blurred.

"how do you know?"

Mo Cerong's back felt as if instantly struck by an invisible force, stiffening as if petrified. Endless bitterness quickly spread through his heart, surging like a tidal wave, threatening to drown him.

Su Yanhua, who was standing aside, keenly noticed Mo Cerong's abnormality, and her heart was filled with confusion and worry. She had no idea what had happened to make this man, who was usually as strong as a mountain, lose his composure like this.

At this moment, Mo Cerong took a deep breath, changed the subject, and said again in an extremely firm tone: "Let's go, we can't delay any longer!" His voice was low and urgent, with an unquestionable majesty.

"But..." Su Yanhua hesitated.

Mo Cerong smiled softly and said, "Don't worry, no matter what, I am still Prince Mo of Yunqin. They won't do anything to me!"

"If we don't leave now, this barrier won't hold!"

Su Yanhua looked into Mo Cerong's eyes, which were full of infinite tenderness and tolerance. Endless bitterness surged in her heart, dyeing her eyes red.

She raised her head, a grateful gaze flickering across Mo Cerong for a moment. This brief moment of gaze seemed to transcend time and space, embodying a thousand words yet requiring no further utterance. Then, she gritted her teeth, resolutely turned, and dashed off into the distance.

The door, long closed, slowly opened again. With a soft creak, a dazzling, bright light flooded into the room like a tide, instantly penetrating the window panes and unbridled illumination of every corner. The once dim and gloomy space suddenly became bright, as if nothing in the darkness could escape its gaze.

This light was like a sharp sword, cleaving through the haze and shadows shrouding the room and completely expelling the darkness lurking in the corners. Within this radiant light, people's gazes were involuntarily drawn to a figure—Mo Tserong lay quietly there, his handsome yet sorrowful face clearly visible.

Mo Cerong's eyes were red, and tears were streaming down his cheeks like a broken dam, forming two crystal clear tear marks. These tears seemed to carry endless sorrow and grief.

It was a sunny day, but he felt a sense of unease. He had something important on his mind, so he hurried to find Su Yanhua, hoping to work something out with her. As he entered the familiar courtyard, a charming figure caught his eye—it was Cui'er.

Cui'er smiled and told him, "Sir, Miss Su is out for something and is not here at the moment." Hearing this news, he felt a little disappointed and turned around to leave. However, at this moment, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the plate of snacks in Cui'er's hand.

At that moment, it was as if a thunderbolt had split the sky and struck him directly. His feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move. Among the pastries in Cui'er's hands were pieces of exquisite apricot blossom cakes. What shocked him even more was that underneath the apricot blossom cakes, there was a handkerchief hidden!

He stared at the handkerchief blankly, his thoughts surging like a tide. Because he suddenly discovered that this handkerchief was exactly the same as the one he was holding in his arms! Whether it was the color, pattern or the exquisite embroidery on it, there was no difference.

He had no recollection of how he had returned to the house in a daze. As soon as he entered, he couldn't wait to pull out his own handkerchief from his pocket and carefully compare it with the one he saw before him. Yes, they were so similar! They could almost be said to have been cast from the same mold.

Full of doubt, he quickly asked Cui'er about the handkerchiefs' origins. After some inquiries, he learned that both handkerchiefs were made by Jiang Youbai. Cui'er also explained that only two handkerchiefs of this style were originally made, one of which was given to Su Yanhua. However, after Su Yanhua entered the palace, the handkerchief was accidentally lost and never recovered.

It is said that men don't shed tears easily, but that's just because they are heartbroken!

It turns out that he had been recognizing the wrong person all along!

Su Yanhua never expected that the female general who was so majestic a few days ago would become the target of assassination today.

Life is truly amazing.

Now that she has made a contribution, the emperor will naturally not hunt her down in a high-profile manner. He will definitely send assassins to kill her, so she must be careful no matter what.

After staying in Huainan for two days, Su Yanhua bought a horse and set off. He ran for three days without food or water, and finally the horse was exhausted. Su Yanhua had no choice but to stop in a small inn and rest for a while.

In the past three days, she has left Huainan and seems to have escaped the disaster, but where is she going now?

Although Yunqin has Nalan, he can no longer go back!

The State of Yan just beat the other party to a pulp. Wouldn’t it be walking into a trap if it went there now?

Su Yanhua looked up at the sky helplessly. In such a big world, there was no place for her to stay.

How ridiculous!

Suddenly, a fierce wind blew up, sweeping up a cloud of dust, forming a sandstorm that obscured the sky and the sun. It swept in with overwhelming force, instantly filling the entire sky. This powerful sandstorm was like a ferocious beast, swooping down on the earth with bared fangs and claws, making it almost impossible to open your eyes.

Su Yanhua, caught off guard, squinted her eyes as the wind and sand blew. She instinctively raised a hand to shield herself, trying to block the pervasive dust. However, even so, tiny grains of sand continued to find their way into her eyes, causing her to feel a stinging pain.

Through the narrow gap between her fingers, Su Yanhua managed to glimpse a large group of men in black garb, hurtling towards her. Their faces were gloomy, and they exuded a chilling, murderous aura, like messengers from hell. In the blink of an eye, the black-clad men flew towards Su Yanhua like ghosts, then quickly dispersed, surrounding her.

Faced with this sudden turn of events, the few people who had been following Su Yanhua were terrified. They screamed and fled in all directions, fearing they would be caught up in the impending conflict. In a blink of an eye, the desert, once somewhat populated, was deserted, leaving Su Yanhua alone to face the men in black who had come with such hostile intent.

Su Yanhua's beautiful eyes glanced around warily, realizing she was completely surrounded by the men in black, with no chance of escape. They stood so densely packed together, leaving no gaps, like an impenetrable black wall. Seeing this, Su Yanhua's expression suddenly turned gloomy, and an invisible pressure emanated from her.

"Who are you?"

Judging from their appearance, they don't seem to be the Jinwu Guards sent by the Emperor.

The leading man in black said coldly: "Of course it's the one who killed you!"

There are quite a lot of people who killed her!

How could she not know that her life was so valuable!

The red light source chirped, and Su Yanhua leaped up. A halo of light turned into a sharp blade and rushed forward. Wherever it went, flames were emitted, and the man in black who could not dodge in time was turned into ashes.