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

That very night, the enemy's terrifying offensive struck again as usual. However, unlike before, this battle lasted less than an hour before the surroundings suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The deafening cries of killing and the clanging of metal vanished in an instant, replaced by a chorus of angry curses. Donning heavy armor, Su Yanhua nimbly scaled the towering city wall. Her imposing presence and resolute gaze were like an unshakable fortress.

At the same time, many generals also hurried over and gathered on the city wall. Looking down, they saw that the moat was densely packed with Yan soldiers and troops. The scene was chilling.

The Yan general standing in front of the enemy was even more arrogant, shouting harsh words. "Nalan, you coward! How dare you commit such a heinous rebellion, yet you lack the courage to fight this general? And yet you arrogantly claim to be king and hegemon? In my opinion, you should just return to your fallen dynasty and be a little prince. Hahahaha..." His laughter echoed in the air, filled with contempt and ridicule.

Hearing these humiliating words, the generals' eyes widened with rage. One of them gnashed his teeth and roared, "Shameless boy, how dare you speak so arrogantly! When I descend from the tower with my sword, I will cut him down with one blow!"

Another person couldn't contain his anger and shouted indignantly, "This is really too rampant! Do they really think we are lambs to be slaughtered?"

For a moment, the crowd on the city wall was furious and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

They had been pent up with resentment for these days, and now that they were being scolded, how could they endure it any longer? They all turned around and wanted to teach them a lesson.

Su Yanhua blocked the path of Lian Cheng and his group and said in a deep voice, "General Lian, no, we must not fall into their conspiracy."

"Are we just going to stand here and listen to them insult us?" Lian Cheng was so angry that his body was shaking. It was obvious that he had no tolerance for those insults.

"They can't attack right now. This must be their evil plan. Let's wait!"

"Hmph, Miss Su is not from the previous dynasty, so she naturally doesn't understand the humiliation those insults bring to us. If Miss Su can bear it, then just keep hiding her head. I will never tolerate them being so rampant." Lian Cheng pushed Su Yanhua away and walked down the stairs angrily.

Behind Liancheng followed some generals who could not contain themselves.

"Miss Su, that's just their nature. Don't take it to heart..." General Li walked over and said.

"I understand. I'm just afraid this is their evil plan."

The Yan general suddenly changed his offensive, which gave her a bad feeling.

"Don't worry about that. Even if General Liancheng goes out to fight, there will be no danger. General Liancheng is invincible in Yan State. They are the ones who are worried."

After hearing General Li's words, Su Yanhua's heart still hung in the air. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the thrilling scene below the city wall.

The heavy city gate slowly opened with a dull thud, and Lian Cheng emerged from the gates, riding a tall, majestic steed. He clutched a gleaming sword and raised it high, radiating a chilling aura of authority. His eyes widened as he shouted at Yan Jingchuan in front of him, "Yan Jingchuan, you rabble are nothing but defeated enemies under my command! How dare you act so arrogantly? Considering your status as a prince of Yan, if you only apologize to Prince Nalan, I will spare your life!"

However, in the face of Liancheng's angry rebuke, Yan Jingchuan threw his head back and burst into laughter, as if he had just heard the biggest joke in the world. His face was filled with disdain and sarcasm, and he responded bluntly, "Liancheng, Liancheng, you're nothing more than a running dog of mine! Now you've actually joined forces with that brat Nalan. This is simply an act of treason and betrayal! How dare you, a running dog like you, yell at me here? Humph, in today's battle, it's either you or me!"

Before he finished speaking, Liancheng clenched his sword and halberd tightly, veins bulging on his arms, clearly furious. Then, a roar erupted from his mouth, resonating like thunder. Following the roar, he swung his sword and halberd fiercely, slashing at Yan Jingchuan with a fierce momentum.

Seeing this, Yan Jingchuan naturally refused to be outdone. He showed no intention of retreating and charged head-on. In an instant, the two men intersected like two bolts of lightning, and for a moment, it was difficult to determine the winner. Their weapons collided, sparks flew, and the clang of metal resounded through the air.

Behind them, soldiers and generals from both sides waved their flags and cheered in unison. The shouts of killing and the beating of war drums rose and fell, weaving into a passionate and heroic symphony of war.

Su Yanhua stood on the city wall, her heart clenched, her beautiful eyes fixed on the fierce battle before her. Somehow, even though the situation remained unclear, she felt an inexplicable sense of unease, as if something ominous was about to happen.

General Li said that Liancheng's martial arts were the best in Yan State. Why did Yan Jingchuan still want to demonstrate and fight? Was it just to be defeated by Liancheng once?

The soldiers in the distance did not surround the moat, but were divided into two teams. Yan Jingchuan occupied the main center position, and the sound of the drums was so thrilling that it made people tremble with fear.

Lian Cheng swung his sword at Yan Jingchuan. Yan Jingchuan could not withstand the vibration of the sword and could no longer hold the weapon in his hand. Lian Cheng saw the opportunity and knocked him off his horse.

The generals below the city shouted and cheered.

Lian Cheng couldn't help but snort coldly after hearing what Yan Jingchuan said. He raised his head slightly, a triumphant and arrogant smile on his face, his eyes flashing with confidence and disdain. He said coldly: "Yan Jingchuan, Yan Jingchuan, it's too early for you to speak so arrogantly! It's too early to draw conclusions about who will win!"

Yan Jingchuan's body was as fast as lightning. He jumped onto the horse's back quickly, holding the reins tightly with both hands, looking straight ahead with a firm gaze, and responded loudly: "Even so, what? As long as I am alive, this contest will not be decided, and you will definitely not win!" Before he finished speaking, Yan Jingchuan squeezed the horse's belly with his legs. The horse neighed, spread its four hooves, and galloped towards the moat like lightning.