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

"Is it a healing treasure of the Xing Clan?"

Who to treat? Seeing Nalan Linglong's worried look, Su Yanhua was shocked.

"Wasn't Nalan's illness cured by the octagonal lotus?" Su Yanhua asked in surprise.

"Yes, he was cured, but for the past six months, the Emperor never considered keeping my brother alive. We all know that he always put a chronic poison in the medicine he sent, but my brother had no choice but to drink it." Nalan Linglong's face was covered with tears. "My brother would always have pain in his legs on cold nights. I secretly went to see a doctor and found out that this medicine would make him unable to walk and become a useless person confined to a wheelchair!"

Su Yanhua was so startled that she staggered and suddenly felt dizzy.

Your Majesty, you are too cruel!

For Nalan, death is not scary, but becoming a person who cannot even walk, that would be heartbreaking!

"The doctor said that only the blood coagulation beads of the Xing tribe can cure it. After I was rescued by Qing Zhizhou, I found out that he was a member of the Xing tribe, so I followed him to the Xing tribe to see if there was any way to get the blood coagulation beads."

"You are so stupid. Do you know what crime you will be guilty of if you are found out?"

A trace of disappointment flashed across Nalan Linglong's eyes. "I know, so I changed my name and pretended to be his admirer and followed him. I didn't dare show my true face because I was afraid he would discover my true intentions."

Su Yanhua was silent for a while, then calmly said, "Leave this matter to me. Ziye, go to the valley and wait for my news."

Nalan Linglong was stunned and asked, "Yan Hua, what are you going to do?"

"Of course it's a deal!" Su Yanhua said coldly.

This one deal broke off between her and Xing Jian!

Mountain Top

The young master stood with his hands behind his back, his presence silent as a mountain. Time seemed to freeze. After a long pause, he finally broke the silence and said slowly, "Have you made up your mind?" His voice was not loud, but it struck everyone's heart like a hammer.

Su Yanhua, standing not far behind the old young master, shuddered slightly at these words. She bit her lip tightly, desperately suppressing the surging emotions within her, preventing them from escaping easily. After a long moment, she took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked at the old young master with a determined gaze. She whispered, "I've made up my mind!" Those three simple words seemed to exhaust all her strength.

As soon as the words left her mouth, an incredibly powerful force of air rushed towards Su Yanhua like a wild horse. Su Yanhua watched helplessly as this ferocious attack came towards her, yet she made no attempt to dodge. She stood there straight, like a stubborn snow lotus in the wind.

With a loud bang, Su Yanhua flew backward like a kite with its string cut. Her body arced through the air before crashing heavily into a stout tree. Instantly, leaves fluttered down like a curtain of green rain. Su Yanhua's body, like a broken leaf, fell powerlessly from the tree, scattering across the lawn.

Spots of bright red blood oozed from the corners of her mouth, slowly staining the tender green grass beneath her. The shocking red contrasted sharply with the vibrant green surroundings, making people feel pity.

Seeing this scene, the old young master showed a trace of disappointment on his face. He snorted coldly and said, "My son, I really misjudged you!" After that, he turned away, leaving Su Yanhua lying alone on the ground.

At this moment, maple leaves drifted down from the sky like dancing butterflies, gently landing on Su Yanhua's body. She looked at the gradually receding figure, her eyes becoming empty and lifeless. She muttered to herself, "Isn't this what you want? Why say one thing and mean another..."

The feeling of loss in her words was beyond words. Even the gentle breeze seemed to feel her sadness, quietly taking away the loss and making it disappear in a flash.

However, immersed in pain and loss, Su Yanhua was completely unaware that in a corner not far away, a pair of eyes filled with jealousy were staring at her coldly. Those eyes were burning with anger, as if they wanted to devour the poor woman in front of them.

Pain surged like a tidal wave, instantly flooding Su Yanhua's entire body. Every inch of her skin, every bone, felt like it was being tortured. Unable to bear it, she curled up on the bed, eyes tightly closed, unable to even utter a single moan.

At this moment, she couldn't tell which was more intense, the heartache or the physical pain. Her once intact heart now felt as if it had been ripped open with a gaping wound. Blood gushed out, staining the deepest corners of her heart red. The corners of her eyes trembled slightly, and crystal tears rolled down uncontrollably, sliding down her pale cheeks, leaving behind heartbreaking tear marks.

At that moment, Xing Jian hurried back into the house. Seeing Su Yanhua's miserable expression, he was horrified. He rushed to the bedside and anxiously asked, "Yanyan, what's wrong with you? What happened?" As he spoke, he stretched out his hands and carefully supported Su Yanhua's trembling body.

Seeing the tears dripping from Su Yanhua's eyes, Xing Jian's heart tightened, and his eyes instantly filled with deep worry and concern. He subconsciously thought that the toxicity of the Burial Flower Needle might have taken effect, so he hurriedly pulled out a delicate little purse from his pocket and eagerly handed it to Su Yanhua.

However, Su Yanhua was already completely disheartened at this point, and had no time to care about Xing Jian's actions. She simply coldly brushed away Xing Jian's outstretched hand and said in a tone of near despair, "Xing Jian, it's all over..."

This nonsensical remark hit Xing Jian like a hammer, hammering him in the heart. His body trembled violently, the smile on his face suddenly froze, and his narrow, beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed tightly in astonishment and confusion. Although his heart was filled with confusion, he still forced himself to remain calm and asked softly, "Yan Yan, what are you talking about? Why did you say that suddenly?"

Su Yanhua clenched her hands tightly together, her joints turning white from the strain. She slowly raised her delicate face, which now had red at the corners of her eyes, and said with a firm and resolute look, "That's enough. I say it's over. I really don't want to continue acting in this scene!"

Hearing this, Xing Jian froze as if struck by lightning. The gentle smile that had been lingering on his lips instantly vanished, replaced by a look of astonishment and disbelief. His usually charming face also darkened, as if a storm was about to break out.

Su Yanhua's beautiful eyes flickered, and then she quickly turned her head away, not even glancing at Xing Jian. Her voice trembled slightly, yet her tone was cold as ice. "Since things have come to this, I might as well tell you the truth. Actually, the real reason I came to your Xing Clan is for one reason only—to obtain that legendary blood-clotting bead. To that end, I've been deliberately trying to gain your trust and deceive your feelings these past few days, to make the Young Master worry about you. Only in this way can I have enough leverage to negotiate terms and strike a deal with the Young Master..."