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

Su Yanhua felt as if she had fallen into an abyss, surrounded by darkness. Her bright eyes could not see clearly ahead, and a dark mist swirled around her. Her five senses were sharp. In an instant, the mist spread and gradually disappeared, revealing a moon-white flower with dark patterns, blooming. The gentle and doting voice called her name, so crisp, so beautiful. She walked over uncontrollably. The back turned, and the familiar, devilish face was outlined with a smile. She smiled and walked forward. Suddenly, a soft call came from behind.

"Yan Hua!"

Su Yanhua turned around and saw Nalan Yanyu standing behind her in shackles. His eyes were full of pain. He looked at her pleadingly, as if praying for something. His gaze was so heavy that it seemed as if she could not take a step.

She suddenly woke up, her eyes wet. The maid beside her heard the sound and walked in and asked, "Miss, are you okay?"

Su Yanhua was stunned, as if recalling something. She unconsciously covered her chest and murmured, "My wound...?"

"Miss, your wound is healed. Fortunately, the Second Lord arrived at the last minute and protected your heart meridian with his true qi."

She turned around suddenly and asked, "Is your young master's injury healed?"

The maid said, "He came out last night and is still sleeping in his room. Master said that if the young lady wants to see him, I will take her there."

Upon hearing this, Su Yanhua stood up, dressed herself, and followed the maid to Xing Jian's room.

There was no one in the room, and the furnishings were simple, yet elegant, which was quite in line with the person's casual and unrestrained temperament. When he got closer, he could smell the fragrance of medicine, and Su Yanhua's heart sank again.

Xing Jian lying on the bed had a pale face and no energy at all. His face, which usually had a casual and teasing expression on it, now became numb and quiet.

Su Yanhua sat down quietly, wet the handkerchief, and carefully wiped Xing Jian's face. There was no ripple in her eyes, and no emotion could be seen.

At this moment, the man on the bed slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw Su Yanhua, his eyes lit up.

"Yanyan..."

She was stunned, and her eyes rippled with a hint of smile.

"I am here!"

Xing Jian was a little stunned. He couldn't believe that Su Yanhua would speak to him in such a tone and with such a gentle expression.

"Is your injury okay?"

Su Yanhua was stunned. He was obviously the one who was most seriously injured, but he was still worried about her.

"The wound doesn't hurt anymore. It seems your Xing Clan still has some skills!"

This joke made Xing Jian smile weakly. He murmured, "The Heartless Curse is extremely lethal to those outside the Xing Clan, but it's just a mild spell for us. How could it hurt you?"

"Then why did you kill all the men in black?" Su Yanhua saw clearly that he was definitely very angry at that time.

"I can't even bully you, how can I let others bully you!"

Such a plain sentence echoed in Su Yanhua's ears over and over again, making her feel sweet in her heart, and her eyebrows curved.

"You should have a good rest!" Su Yanhua said worriedly when she saw that Cheng Jian was still very weak.

Xing Jian said reluctantly, "What about you?" The grievance and reluctance in his eyes seemed to be overflowing.

She chuckled and said, "I'm watching you from the side."

With these words, Xing Jian slowly fell asleep.

Su Yanhua had many questions she wanted to ask, but when she saw the look in Xing Jian's eyes, she felt that nothing mattered anymore. There was no need to say more about things that they both knew.

Nothing could withstand the fluctuation of emotions. Even at the moment when she hated Xing Jian so much and threatened to kill him the next time they met, the meeting in front of the Misty Forest still prevented her from doing it. When she saw him, her hatred had turned into indignation and a hint of jealousy when he protected Xu Qing.

Su Yanhua chuckled. Love has always hurt people since ancient times, because love is the strongest poison in the world, which makes people drink it willingly.

In the evening, Xing Jian woke up again. This time he was in better spirits than last time, and his face looked more refreshed. He looked at Su Yanhua with a smile on his face, his eyes full of tenderness.

Su Yanhua couldn't stand this kind of look, her eyes drooped, and her face turned a little red.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Xing Jian's lips curled up slightly, forming a faint smile. At that moment, his smile was as brilliant and dazzling as a blooming spring flower.

He stretched out his finger to lift her chin, with a hint of teasing in his eyes: "Are you blushing?"

Perhaps because of his weakness, his voice was particularly low and melodious, which seemed to bewitch him in the quiet night, making Su Yanhua's cheeks turn red again.

Su Yanhua had never been as helpless as she was at this moment. She didn't dare to look into his eyes, because those eyes seemed to be cannibalistic, sucking her in and swallowing her up. At the same time, she blamed Xing Jian for not forgetting to tease her at this time. It was really hateful!

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense!" She didn't know where a trace of pride came from, and she bit her lips tightly and refused to let go.

After he finished speaking, Xing Jian held her body with one hand and her cheek with the other, pulling her closer, so close that he could touch her forehead hair when he raised his head. When they were so close, the fragrance of medicine and tea around them mixed together, complementing each other.

Su Yanhua's heart trembled, and she didn't dare to look at him at all!

"Look at me! Yanyan" The beckoning words came to her ears again, making her unconsciously raise her head and look into those intoxicating eyes.

Those eyes were dark and heavy, like a starlight in the darkness, and her shadow was reflected in that tiny contrast.

Su Yanhua was stunned and immersed in it. No wonder there were so many women in Lingcheng who liked him. It was as if this pair of beautiful eyes could speak. I guess even dogs are affectionate!

When she thought of this, she couldn't help but smile, her eyebrows and eyes curved like the moon.

Xing Jian saw that she suddenly smiled, and seemed quite pleased with herself, with a hint of evil charm in her eyes. He chuckled and said, "What are you laughing at?"

"I finally understand why so many women like you!" Su Yanhua looked at Xing Jian. Xing Jian smiled and gestured to her. She felt a little scared and moved away a little, saying, "Because you have a pair of eyes that can make you look at a dog with such affection!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Xing Jian pulled her body back over after she had just moved away a little. She gently touched Xing Jian's arms. Xing Jian pretended to be angry, his eyebrows raised, and with some uninhibited indulgence, he tickled Su Yanhua's body with his hands, and said with a hint of threat: "Well, you actually dared to scold me, Yanyan, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Su Yanhua was very ticklish and couldn't dodge in time, so she could only laugh out loud. Soon she fell into Xing Jian's arms and the two of them hugged each other.

Su Yanhua only felt that her body was held very tightly by Xing Jian, so tightly, as if she was his treasure.

"Let me ask you a question!"

"What?" Feeling the vibration in Xing Jian's chest, she asked, "You used me at the beginning, why did you give up now?"