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

The young master reluctantly closed the lid of the teacup in his hand, then turned to look at the elder sitting beside him, his face showing obvious annoyance. The elder remained silent, and upon closer inspection, a hint of anger was etched in his eyes.

At this moment, the eldest young master, who had been sitting quietly to the side, narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the distraught old young master. A sinister aura could be seen between his brows. Then, the eldest young master said, "Father, in my opinion, why don't you let me go and check why my second brother hasn't appeared yet?"

The old young master heard this and simply waved his hand in agreement. After receiving permission, the eldest young master immediately restrained his gaze and was about to raise his feet to walk forward when he suddenly noticed two figures in the distance slowly approaching them...

As soon as these two people appeared, they were like two snow lotuses on the cliffs between the tribes. The man was dressed in a moon-white robe, his handsome face was full of tenderness, and the breath of unrestrained indulgence came to the face. The woman was dressed in a light pink dress, her delicate eyebrows and eyes were as delicate as water, and her eyes were full of sweetness. Both of them were picturesque and elegant people. As soon as they appeared, the world lost its color.

The two men walked over slowly. Xing Jian saw the old young master and said, "Father."

The young master wore a dark blue robe, its sleeves swaying gently in the breeze, a look of immense depth and mystery. He looked to be in his forties or fifties, but time hadn't left many noticeable marks on him, only adding a touch of maturity and stability to his demeanor.

That expressionless face seemed sculpted, its lines sharp and distinct. Beneath a high nose bridge, lips pressed into a straight line, revealing an undeniable majesty. A pair of eyes, as deep as a pool of water, stared forward with a calm, unwavering gaze. One dared not meet its gaze, fearing the coldness of their gaze would frostbite them.

Su Yanhua felt the sharp gazes of the old young master and the great elder from the moment she entered the door, but she saluted indifferently as if she didn't see them.

"sit down."

Su Yanhua was led by Xing Jian to sit down. When he looked up, he could see the eldest young master opposite him. He had heard from Xing Jian before that his half-brother was extremely ambitious, unstable in temperament, and cruel and ruthless.

The eldest young master had a feminine appearance, and his eyes narrowed as he looked at Su Yanhua with a hint of covetousness and interest.

Su Yanhua was shocked. Wow, he is so bold and shameless!

The old young master took a sip of tea and asked calmly, "Were all the broken blades sent by the elders turned into foam by your Nine Yang Qi?"

Su Yanhua tightened her grip on Xing Jian's hand and got straight to the point, obviously angry.

Xing Jian felt Su Yanhua's nervousness and poked her with his thumb to comfort her.

"I did it!"

After saying that, the young master threw a cup over.

There was a loud "bang" and everyone present was frightened and trembled all over. Their eyes widened in horror and they were completely unable to react for a moment.

However, at this moment, Su Yanhua, ever vigilant, suddenly raised her eyebrows, her narrow, charming features narrowing slightly, revealing a subtle chill. She raised her delicate hand, and the pale pink sleeves that had been hanging loosely at her side instantly twirled up like petals, forming a dazzling barrier.

In a flash, a swiftly-flying teacup flew straight towards Xing Jian, but just before it reached him, it was caught precisely by the sleeve, which fluttered like a petal. With a powerful force spreading out, the teacup flew backwards at an even faster speed, whizzing straight towards the young master across from him.

Poor young master, he had never expected to encounter such a sudden and unexpected disaster! Before he could recover, the teacup had already smashed into him. In an instant, the tea in the cup splashed everywhere, and the wet tea leaves even stained his luxurious robes.

Looking at the mess of tea leaves and water stains on his robe, the young master's expression instantly turned extremely gloomy. His formerly long and beautiful eyebrows were now tightly twisted into a ball, as if they could pinch a fly to death. A raging rage suddenly surged from his heart, like a volcanic eruption, unstoppable.

You are noble!

Su Yanhua was stunned. She really didn't mean it!

When the old young master saw this, he slammed the table, stood up and roared, "How dare you!"

"Even if Xing Jian really did something wrong, can't you speak up? Why do you have to embarrass Xing Jian in this way!" Su Yanhua said coldly.

When the old young master heard this, he was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and his chest was gasping for breath.

Xing Jian stepped forward to block Su Yanhua and said in a deep voice, "Father, I gave Fengming away. The elders can come to me if they have any complaints, but they should not hurt her!"

The Great Elder suddenly stood up, his face gloomy, and pointed his finger directly at Xing Jian, shouting angrily, "Second Young Master! The Phoenix Cry is a supreme treasure of our Xing Clan, passed down for thousands of years. Its value is immeasurable and its significance is extraordinary. How dare you act so recklessly as to privately give it to an unrelated outsider? Don't you know what this means to our entire Xing Clan? We elders have always been obsessed with reclaiming this treasure that belongs to the Xing Clan. What's wrong with that? Back then, we overcame countless hardships and dangers to finally preserve the bloodline and heritage of the Xing Clan. But now, because of your own selfish desires, you have slapped the broken blade that we have painstakingly cultivated for many years and cherished as our life! This is simply rubbing salt into the wounds of the Xing Clan!"

After he finished speaking, the Great Elder's face was filled with grief. His knees gave way, and he fell to the ground with a thud. He placed his hands on the ground, forehead pressed against the ground, and kowtowed to the Old Young Master sitting above him, almost pleading, and pleading, "Old Young Master, please make a decision for us! For so many years, our Elders' Council has worked tirelessly and diligently, supporting the Xing Clan with untold hardships, just to ensure its continuation and prosperity. However, sadly, the Second Young Master not only turns a blind eye to our efforts, but instead harbors resentment and dissatisfaction. Today's incident has severely damaged the foundation of our Xing Clan, nearly to the point of collapse. If this rebellious son is not severely punished, our Elders' Council will never let this go! I hope the Old Young Master will be discerning and make a fair judgment!"