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

As gentle and tender as ever, Nalan smiled and said, "What's wrong with you? Did I scare you?"

"No, you only make me feel distressed..." Su Yanhua looked at him with a troubled expression: "I really don't know how you managed to get through this year."

Nalan chuckled, slowly tightened his grip on her hand, and said, "Are you willing to believe me?"

Su Yanhua raised the corner of her mouth: "Of course."

The two looked at each other, and Su Yanhua felt warm in her heart. No matter how he changed, he was still the Nalan Yanyu she was familiar with.

In stark contrast to the windswept, dusty borderlands, the interior of the house on the defensive perimeter presented a completely different scene. Inside, the lights flickered, music filled the air, and a troupe of graceful dancers danced like a dazzling cloud of colors, a scene that was truly dazzling. A stout, bearded man sat at the top of the table, wine glass in hand, laughing heartily and cheerfully. The table before him was laden with a sumptuous feast of wine and delicacies, emitting an alluring aroma. On either side, courtiers toasted each other, their glasses clinking and cups mingling, laughter and chatter cascading down the hallway.

At this moment, however, a sudden commotion shattered the joyful and peaceful atmosphere. With a loud thud, the doorman was kicked and flung into the room, landing heavily in the center. This sudden change instantly terrified the dancing women, who screamed and fled in all directions. The previously lively scene suddenly fell silent, everyone frozen in shock by the shocking scene, their heads turning to look outside.

The burly man narrowed his eyes slightly and looked towards the door, his eyes revealing an unconcealable cruelty. A man and a woman walked in from outside.

The man was dressed in a robe as white as snow and a cloak as black as ink. He had a handsome face, star-like eyebrows and sharp eyes, and exuded an endless coldness from his whole body, as if he could freeze people into ice in an instant.

The woman next to him was wearing a dress as blue as a gem, and also a fresh and elegant green cloak. She was extremely beautiful, and her beauty was enough to make everything in the world pale in comparison. Her every move revealed an unparalleled elegance.

Behind the two of them, there was a large group of well-trained secret guards, all of whom were strong and had solemn expressions. It was obvious that they had ill intentions.

"Who are you?" the burly man asked calmly.

"Xuan Yi, can't you tell who I am?"

That familiar voice, like thunder rolling down from the heavens, suddenly exploded beside Xuan Yi's ears. His eyes widened instantly, his face filled with disbelief, and he froze in place as if under a spell.

Time passed minute by minute, and it was unknown how long it had passed before Xuan Yi came back to his senses from his extreme shock. He first snorted coldly, then gritted his teeth and said, "Humph, you are finally here, Xuan Yu——"

It turns out that this man, Xuan Yi, is none other than Nalan Yanyu's cousin. Back when the previous dynasty collapsed, Xuan Yi fled alone, enduring untold hardships and finally ending up here. Through his own tactics and cunning, he successfully seized the vast land of Huaibei. Since then, he has recruited talented individuals and soldiers, diligently managing the area for years, firmly maintaining his control over the Huaibei region.

"Didn't you force me to come here? Why have you been so reluctant to respond to the contents of the notice? Not only that, but you have been provoking me one after another. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?" Nalan Yanyu raised his eyebrows and spoke calmly.

However, facing Nalan Yanyu's fierce questioning, Xuan Yi remained unmoved. He suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a burst of unbridled laughter, which was particularly piercing.

After laughing, he glanced at Nalan Yanyu with contempt and said sarcastically, "Hahahahahaha, this is the place I've painstakingly guarded for years. How can I allow you to plunder it bit by bit? Besides, you're just a shameless little bastard who recognizes the enemy as your father. How dare you, what are you qualified to be so arrogant and shout in front of me?"

Before he finished speaking, Nalan Yanyu could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He flashed and rushed towards Xuan Yi like a bolt of lightning.

At the same time, he raised the long sword in his hand high, a flash of cold light flashed in the air, and then slashed down with lightning speed. With a dull "puff" sound, the extremely sharp sword blade instantly cut Xuan Yi's throat.

Instantly, a stream of scarlet blood gushed out from Xuan Yi's neck like a fountain, splattering everywhere. His eyes, which had been wide open, now bulged even more, filled with fear and unwillingness.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but only muffled sobs came out of his throat.

"You...you..." Xuan Yi pointed at Nalan Yanyu with trembling fingers, uttered a few words intermittently, then fell to the ground and died.

Everyone present was stunned by the scene before them, their eyes fixed on Nalan Yanyu, their hearts filled with endless fear. At this moment, Nalan Yanyu was like the King of Hell who came from the underworld to take lives, which was chilling.

Standing before everyone, Nalan Yanyu exuded an icy aura, as if the air around him had frozen into frost. His cold, ruthless eyes swept over everyone, making them feel like insignificant ants in his eyes.

He just said coldly: "The dead have no right to speak."

At that moment, Xuan Yi's body fell to the ground with a dull thud. His body lay there lifeless, like the songs and dances being performed in the hall and the wine and meat on the table, gradually becoming rotten and smelly.

Nalan Yanyu handed the blood-stained blade in his hand to Wu'er beside him without any expression. Then, he walked forward slowly with steady but heavy steps.

The court officials standing on both sides were silent as a mouse, their bodies shivering involuntarily, and they didn't even have the courage to look up at Nalan Yanyu.

Finally, Nalan Yanyu walked to the main seat that had originally belonged to Xuan Yi and calmly sat down. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking down at the trembling ministers below with a condescending gaze. In a tone that was extremely calm yet unquestionable, he said, "Now that Xuan Yi has been slain by my sword, you have only two options. First, if you choose to surrender and submit to me, I can consider leaving you a seat. Second, if you stubbornly refuse to yield, then Xuan Yi's tragic end will be yours!"