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

At this point, Su Yanhua's delicate body trembled violently, as if she were in immense pain. However, she gritted her teeth and used every last ounce of her strength to shout out these words: "After all, the more you care about me, the more leverage I have in my negotiations!"

Almost as Su Yanhua finished her words, a roar filled with shock and anger came from behind her: "No, this is impossible!" Xing Jian's eyes widened, his face flushed, and veins popped on his forehead. He rushed forward desperately, desperate to save the heartbreaking situation before him. "I'm not blind. I can see that you clearly care about me and clearly like me. How could this be fake..." Xing Jian muttered to himself, shaking his head as he spoke, as if trying to get rid of all the thoughts in his mind. At this moment, his once devilish eyes had lost their former luster, replaced by disbelief and confusion.

Su Yanhua, who was standing opposite Xing Jian, snorted coldly and said, "Like? If you think being just a little bit nice can be considered liking, then it's up to you. After all, you were really nice to me in the past, so I occasionally gave you some sweet treats, but it was just to keep you devotedly following me. But when it comes to true love, hmph, the fact that you murdered Aunt Ling is an ironclad fact that no one can change! I've said it before, no matter what reasons or excuses you have, I will never forgive you in this life!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Yanhua turned away, no longer looking at Xing Jian. Her beautiful eyes were now filled with deep hatred, a blazing flame that seemed ready to burst out at any moment and completely engulf Xing Jian.

Xing Jian was startled by the intense hatred in Su Yanhua's eyes. He subconsciously took a step back, a look of horror on his face. However, when he saw Su Yanhua's resolute attitude, he couldn't help but feel a surge of despair in his heart.

Meanwhile, Su Yanhua, though seemingly cold and indifferent, was actually suffering deep down. She silently watched Xing Jian retreat in response to her words, sighing inwardly, "That's good, that's good... Only by making you completely give up on me can I avoid further harm."

The next moment, Xing Jian stepped forward without hesitation and embraced Su Yanhua's slender and fragile body tightly. His voice remained calm, but it contained unquestionable determination: "Su Yanhua, I will never allow you to lie to me. Tell me the truth, what exactly happened?"

At that moment, Su Yanhua was tightly embraced by Xing Jian. This once familiar embrace brought her a long-lost sense of security and warmth. This warmth, like a warm current, quietly melted the coldness and callousness deep within her heart. However, at this moment, a single, glistening tear slipped uncontrollably from the corner of her eye, gently landing on Xing Jian's broad shoulder. At the same time, a heart-wrenching pain suddenly struck, as if an invisible hand were ripping at her heart.

"I really didn't lie to you. Don't you understand why I took the blood clotting bead?" Su Yanhua felt Xing Jian's body tremble slightly. She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and said cruelly, "Because Nalan urgently needs this blood clotting bead to save his life, and I can't abandon Nalan and choose you. From the beginning to the end, the person I truly love has always been Nalan, not you. As for being with you... it's just because I feel sorry for you and want to play with you!"

After saying these words, Su Yanhua felt a heartache she had never felt before. The pain felt like a thousand arrows piercing her heart, almost suffocating her. After hearing these words, Xing Jian's movements slowed, and he slowly loosened his arms from holding Su Yanhua. When they separated, Su Yanhua saw that Xing Jian's once bright and lively eyes were now soaked with tears, the whites of his eyes streaked with crimson bloodshot, revealing endless sorrow and pain.

"Impossible... Impossible, you are obviously... I won't believe it, I won't--"

"Pfft-"

Xing Jian's eyes widened like bells, almost popping out of their sockets. The veins on his forehead bulged like earthworms wriggling beneath his skin, clearly visible. His face was filled with disbelief as he stared blankly at Su Yanhua's icy expression.

The face that had once moved his heart so deeply, so familiar, now seemed so strange, devoid of any warmth. It was as if the woman standing before him wasn't the woman he'd spent every day with, a woman he'd shared a deep affection for, but a yaksha from hell.

Xing Jian struggled to tear his gaze away from Su Yanhua's face, looking down at the dagger lodged deep in his waist. The dagger gleamed coldly in the sunlight, its edge stained with his bright red blood, making it particularly glaring. He stretched out his slender, white fingers, tightly grasped the dagger's handle, and tried to pull it out, but every slight movement brought a piercing pain. Blood flowed down his fingers, quickly staining his entire palm red.

"If I really loved you, would I treat you like this?" Su Yanhua said coldly, her voice as emotionless as a chill wind across ice. "This knife is my return to you on behalf of Aunt Ling. Since you've been kind to me, I'll spare your life today!" With that, she slowly loosened her trembling hands, as if she had mustered all her strength to make this decision.

Xing Jian felt his body grow heavier, his strength rapidly fading as his blood drained away. Finally, unable to support his shaky frame, he collapsed to the ground. Even as his consciousness faded, his eyes remained fixed on Su Yanhua's cold, heartless face.

Why?

Why?

Is her heart really as hard as stone and cannot be covered?

Is the love these days really fake?

Even though he didn't believe it before, looking at Su Yanhua's cold face and listening to those ruthless words, his heart was shaken!

He couldn't figure out why Su Yanhua did this?

"master-"

"Young Master—"

At this moment, Ling Er and Xu Qing hurried to the scene. When they witnessed the scene in front of them, Ling Er couldn't help but widen his eyes, his face full of disbelief, staring straight at Su Yanhua. However, Xu Qing on the side did not hesitate to step forward and supported the shaky Xing Jian. Her originally gentle and charming face instantly became distorted and hideous. She glared at Su Yanhua fiercely, her eyes seemed to be burning with rage, and she shouted: "You really made a deal with the old young master! For that blood coagulation bead, you actually hurt the young master! Su Yanhua, Su Yanhua, you are simply a cold-blooded person! You don't deserve the young master's love!"