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

These words flooded into Nalan Linglong's ears like a tide, and her face suddenly changed. She secretly thought, "Oh no!" In panic, she turned around, wanting to escape this dangerous place as quickly as possible. However, as she hurriedly turned around, she accidentally bumped into an extremely solid "wall of flesh."

"I'm sorry..." Nalan Linglong blurted out subconsciously, looking up at the same time, wanting to see who she had bumped into. As she spoke, she raised her head, her eyes fixed, and the next sentence was stuck in her throat, unable to be uttered.

"Nothing!" The person in front of her had a cold expression on his face, and his blue robe brought some coolness, which blew away the loss in her heart.

Nalan Linglong withdrew her gaze and turned away.

.........

"Why, Prince Nalan doesn't want to?" Xing Jian asked jokingly.

Nalan Yanyu glanced at him with deep meaning in his eyes, but did not speak.

Mo Cerong frowned, naturally understanding that Xing Jian was coming for Su Yanhua.

"Master Xing, if you don't find a man to compete with, but only find a woman, even if you win, it's not a fair victory!" Mo Cerong said.

The woman next to him tightened her grip on the handkerchief.

"Prince Mo is wrong. Everyone knows that Su Yanhua became famous through a single battle. Her courage is no different from any man's. Even if I lose, I will accept it wholeheartedly and without any resentment." Xing Jian said to Nalan Yanyu, "I wonder if Prince Nalan would allow us to fight!"

Nalan Yanyu chuckled lightly, his tone very cold: "To be honest, Master Xing, Su Yanhua is not a general in our army, so he will naturally not participate in the recruitment meeting. So Master Xing should choose someone else!"

"If he is not a general in your army, why would he help you defend the city? Why would he help you kill the enemy? Do you not believe in Su Yanhua's strength or have you never regarded her as one of your own?" Xing Jian said coldly.

After she finished speaking, Yan Jinyao's face changed. It was obvious that she remembered that Su Yanhua had killed Yan Jingchuan.

The discussion below began to sound again.

"I heard that the Yan State invaded a few days ago, and none of the generals in the army went to fight. It was Su Yanhua who single-handedly killed the Yan State bandits. It was really gratifying and awe-inspiring!"

"These men are even worse than women. It's really sad!"

"Does Prince Nalan rely solely on a woman to protect Yunzhou? Stop talking nonsense!"

As Nalan Yanyu listened to the following remarks, his expression darkened.

"Xing Jian, don't try to sow discord. It's not your turn to judge the matter between this prince and Su Yanhua. Young Master Xing should choose someone else." "Well..." Just as people were discussing, a clear and firm voice suddenly came from the crowd, as sweet as a yellow oriole singing out of a valley, but with an unquestionable power.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman in a light blue dress slowly rising to her feet, gracefully standing amidst the crowd. Her delicate features, like a meticulously crafted work of art, were a delight to the eye. Her simple attire, far from concealing her beauty, only served to highlight her fresh, refined, and peerless elegance. Amidst the bustling crowd, she stood out like a blooming lotus, a towering figure, a towering figure among flocks of chickens.

The people around couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. They had never imagined that the renowned Su Yanhua could possess such a stunning beauty. For a moment, the sound of admiration was endless.

The moment Xing Jian laid eyes on her, his wandering gaze instantly fixed on her face. A complex light flickered in his eyes, a hint of hard-to-conceal resentment, as if he were deeply dissatisfied with her; a subtle, yet elusive, meaning; and a lingering love, like the gentle flow of a stream under the warm spring sun, flowing gently yet continuously.