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

Someone in the crowd said, "Please stop talking. A while ago, Prime Minister Wang was punished for embezzling money and establishing businesses. The Emperor has now stopped him from attending court. Concubine Jing must be worried. Tea is the Emperor's favorite, so Concubine Jing will naturally use it to please the Emperor."

The other party suddenly realized: "No wonder."

The strength of the two men was finally unbearable, and Xu Qing was quickly pushed to the ground, and the tea box also fell to the ground.

Liu Qing looked at the slap that was coming and subconsciously closed his eyes.

The expected pain did not exist, and she gently opened her eyes.

The woman was wearing a purple gauze dress, with long eyebrows and weak shoulders. She stood dignified and majestic, giving people an inexplicable sense of security.

Su Yanhua grabbed the woman's wrist and said softly, "How dare you hurt someone in public? Where is the reputation of the royal family?"

The other party tried to shake off Su Yanhua but failed, and his face turned angry.

"How dare you! Do you know who we are?"

Su Yanhua snorted coldly: "How dare you do such a shameless thing relying on the reputation of Concubine Jing? I think the emperor should be very interested in hearing it."

After saying that, he shook off the other person's hand.

The other person hissed in pain and was about to say something when the woman beside her pulled her back and said, "This woman is the daughter of the current General Su. She is of noble status and cannot be provoked. Besides, the Prime Minister has already lost the Emperor's trust in the matter, so he should not interfere."

The other party wanted to say something else: "But this is the tea that the Queen ordered us to bring back."

The woman beside him gave a look, and the other party didn't dare to speak again. She turned to Su Yanhua and spoke in the same tough tone as before: "In that case, then give this tea to Miss Su. I hope this tea is fragrant and not bitter when you drink it."

After saying that, the two of them left holding hands, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

Liu Qing was stunned. She opened her mouth to say something, but suddenly her face changed and she frantically searched the ground.

Su Yanhua saw the tea box, picked it up and handed it to her: "Is this what you are looking for?"

She raised her eyes and saw a square box, with a faint fragrance of tea wafting into her nose.

She quickly took it and held it in her arms.

Although she knew that some people liked drinking tea, it was rare to find someone who loved tea so much. However, it was someone else's business after all, so it was not easy for her to persuade them.

Liu Qing stood up and thanked her: "Thank you Miss Su for your help."

"Nothing, it's getting late, and you didn't bring your maid with you, so you'd better go back quickly."

Liu Qing nodded, saluted, and turned to leave.

Suddenly, white mist rose in the woods, crows cried eerily, and the air was filled with a chill.

Cui'er, who was sitting in the carriage, couldn't help but say, "Strange, the road to the Su Mansion isn't that far."

Su Yanhua, who had her eyes closed to rest, suddenly opened them. She lifted the curtain and saw green trees all around, with no end in sight.

"This is not the way back to the Su Mansion." As she spoke, her body flashed, and she flew out like a sharp sword or an arrow. In the blink of an eye, she was close to the groom, and the spear in her hand chopped down with great ferocity. The man was caught off guard and felt a cool breeze in his throat, followed by a severe pain. Blood gushed out from his neck and spilled onto the ground.

Cui'er was shocked: "Miss."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen men in black rose into the air above the bamboo forest, looking imposing and murderous, and rushed towards Su Yanhua.

She held a long sword in her hand and wore a fluttering purple robe. She walked into the encirclement of the men in black as if strolling in the garden. She picked up the spear and slashed at the man in black. The man in black was covered in blood and fell to the ground.

She glanced at the man in black walking towards Cui'er, and she was shocked. She stabbed the man in black's chest with her spear like an arrow, and the silver-white gun body was instantly stained with blood.

A strong wind blew past from behind her, and she couldn't turn around in time, and was stabbed in the arm. Seeing this, the man in black rushed towards her heart.

She jumped up and turned over to avoid the brutal attack, but was kicked to the ground by the man in black. She raised her eyes and saw a long sword coming towards her.

"hiss-"

The collision of the two swords made a cold sound, which was sharp and made the listener frown.

The black iron was cold and resolute, with cold light and sword shadows, and the death was tragic. For a moment, the ground was covered with corpses.

"Miss, let's go quickly."

Su Yanhua gritted her teeth and walked into the carriage. Cui'er was shocked and supported her.

"Miss, how are you injured?"

Su Yanhua shook his head, his face pale: "Hurry up, the black iron can't hold out for long."

Cui'er nodded, and she hurried out. Just as she was about to rush to the carriage, she suddenly said, "Miss, Xuantie is injured."

The number of men in black increased, and Xuan Tie was ultimately defeated, with several wounds on his body. The men in black attacked quickly, holding their long swords and making whirring sounds.

He moved quickly, intending to rush towards the enemy in one go.

"Xuantie, come up—"

He looked away and saw the woman in a purple dress stained with blood. She looked at him with a firm gaze, as if she was proud of the world at that moment, and her hands were hope.

Xuan Tie looked at the woman who had fainted in his arms. Her little face was pale and there was a hint of pain between her eyebrows.

"Cui'er, go to Wuhua Mountain."

The sky gradually darkened. In the temple, the monk rang the bell for the last time. The sky was as dark as ink. The dripping rain hit the trees, emitting the fragrant aroma of soil.

In the temple courtyard, a man stood tall and straight, his back as thin as a bamboo, his crescent-colored robe a little too big for him, his expression indifferent, as if all the noise could not penetrate his clear eyes and brows.

Wu'er couldn't help but sigh inside the house. His young master was indifferent to everything and only liked the gentle rain and breeze. But after standing there for an hour, he still called out, "Young master, you're not well yet. Come in quickly."

The prince said nothing and continued to stand where he was.

Wu'er had no choice but to pick up a robe and go out.

"Prince, you haven't been cured of your illness yet. Don't catch a new disease, otherwise the Marquis will scold me again." As he said this, he put a robe on Nalan Yanyu.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was clear and pleasant when he spoke.

"Just don't tell your father."

Wu Er frowned when he heard this and retorted, "Your Highness, that's not right. I have to report your health condition to the Marquis at all times."

He added: "If the prince cooperates a little, perhaps this illness will heal faster."

As he spoke, he raised his eyes and looked at Nalan Yanyu.

That gentle smile disappeared in an instant, and a faint voice sounded: "I am just an ordinary prince. It doesn't matter whether this disease can be cured or not."

Wu'er was about to say something when suddenly an anxious voice came from the mountains.

"Master Yideng, please save my young lady—"

Nalan Yanyu asked, "Go and see who it is?"

Wu'er nodded and walked towards the source of the sound.

Not long after, Wu'er came to Nalan Yanyu and said, "Sir, it seems someone is injured and is looking for Master Yideng."

"But Master Yideng and Master Wuchan are not on the mountain anymore because they went to look for herbs."

Nalan Yanyu said: "Take me there."

Cui'er was extremely anxious. When she finally saw the person coming, she pleaded, "Prince, please save my young lady."

Wu Er said, "Her young lady is the eldest daughter of the Su family who became famous at the Hundred Flowers Banquet."

Nalan Yanyu asked, "Where is your young lady?"

Cui'er got on the carriage and pulled up the curtain: "My young lady was injured and fainted."

Nalan Yanyu looked over and saw a little face that was pale, with white corners of lips, as if fainted. There was also a man fainted next to him.

Wu Er saw Nalan Yanyu move, and he hurriedly stopped him: "Sir, I'll do it."

It seems that the young lady of the Su family has a close relationship with this man. How could he allow a woman to be involved with his son?

He was about to pick up Su Yanhua, but his hand was sticky. He stretched out his hand and saw a bright red. He couldn't help but feel dizzy: "Blood-"

At this time, Nalan Yanyu took Su Yanhua from his hands, and his clear and cool voice rang out: "Wu'er, carry that man to the room."

After saying that, he disappeared holding Su Yanhua.

Wu'er was stunned. When did his young master become so strong? And could he exchange with the young master?

Cui Er couldn't help but scold him when she saw his useless look: "What are you looking at? Hurry up and move."

Wu'er gritted his teeth and couldn't help but persuade himself.

Don't bother with women, or you will lose your masculine demeanor.

Nalan Yanyu put Su Yanhua on the bedside as soon as he entered the room. Wu'er, who had rushed over, stopped her immediately: "Prince—" He immediately let go of the hand that was holding Xuan Tie and hurried forward: "Prince, she is covered in blood. Let's carry her to the guest bed."

Cui'er didn't expect Wu'er to let go. The full weight of her body made her legs tremble and she almost fell to the ground. She yelled at Wu'er, "My lady is not dirty. If you touch her again, she will bleed more."

Wu'er was about to say something when the voice in front of him spoke slowly.

"Wu'er, go get some medicine to stop the bleeding."

Cui Er was surprised and said, "Prince, let Master Wuchan come."

She had never thought that Nalan Yanyu would personally treat Su Yanhua's illness and injuries. Besides, how could he treat her young lady when he couldn't even take care of his own body?

Wu Er poured a basin of cold water on him: "Then you should wait a few days before rescuing your young lady."

Nalan Yanyu gave Wu'er a look, and Wu'er pursed her lips and went out to get medicine.

"Go get a basin of warm water."

Although Cui'er didn't understand what Wu'er meant, treating her young lady was more important, so she could only nod repeatedly and ran out.