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

Su Yanhua felt cold all over, especially her arm, which hurt so much that she frowned. She couldn't help but clench her fingers. Her mind was blank and her nerves were tense. She seemed to hear someone calling her. She wanted to respond but her throat felt like it was burning.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of cloth strips and smelled a faint warm medicinal fragrance. Then she felt a sharp pain in her arm. Her brows were wrinkled into a line and her face was full of pain. Her hand was in so much pain that the veins were twitching. She seemed to have grabbed something, but the pain in her body made it impossible for her to react. She could only grab it desperately to relieve her pain. Soon, she fainted from the pain.

She seemed to have a dream. Jiang Youbai appeared in the dream, still looking at her lovingly. Then came Su Bing, and finally Xu and Su Ruoxi. They laughed at her loudly, laughing at her stupidity and cowardice. She struggled and resisted. Suddenly she opened her eyes, and what came into her sight was the antique reed curtain.

The room was filled with a strong medicinal aroma, bitter yet elegant. She struggled to get out of bed and found that her wound was bandaged. She endured the pain, got out of bed and walked out.

In the bamboo forest during the day, looking from the green shade of the mountains, the bamboo path of Yunqi is thick and green, moss covers the stone edges, and lichen sways in the wind. The bamboo leaves swaying in the wind gently fall on the edge of the crescent robe, adding a lot of elegance.

The figure in the crescent-shaped robe was extremely thin. He stretched out his slender hand covered with blue veins, picked up a black chess piece, and placed it on the chessboard.

"Thank you for saving me."

A voice came from the front, pale and weak.

He looked up and saw that the woman's face was pale, her lips were bloodless, and her thin body seemed like it would fall down with a breeze.

"You're not well yet, it's not appropriate for you to go out and get some fresh air."

She sat opposite him and straightened her clothes: "No need, I am a martial artist and I am in good health." After saying that, her throat felt a little itchy and she couldn't help coughing.

Su Yanhua didn't expect it to be so embarrassing. After she coughed, her face turned red and her eyes were a little wandering.

A smile flashed in Nalan Yanyu's eyes, and he handed a chess piece to her.

"Can you play chess?"

As a girl from Lingcheng who has been learning music, chess, calligraphy and painting since childhood, there is no reason why she can't do it.

Su Yanhua took the chess piece and her fingers touched the slender fingertips. She couldn't tell whether it was the chess piece or the fingers that felt warm.

The setting sun was shining brightly, casting light and shadow of the bamboo forest between the two people. Two people in white clothes stood proudly among the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves mixed with their hair swayed in the wind.

Nalan Yanyu looked at the chessboard, which was surrounded by killer soldiers and was so complicated that there was no room for maneuver.

His eyes darkened, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his slightly parted lips.

“It’s a stroke of genius.”

Su Yanhua nodded, a smile evident in her eyes: "Thank you."

"Although the noble ladies of Lingcheng can play chess, those with superb chess skills are only so-so, but your chess skills are truly strange."

"A chess game consists of three main factors: planning, breaking, and controlling the game," said Su Yanhua.

"From the beginning, the situation was already under your control. I could only retreat in order to advance, not being too particular about individual soldiers or pawns. Secondly, once I had an idea in mind, I could advance and retreat freely. Every ups and downs, every advance and retreat, were all steps in my skill, and I couldn't be careless. Finally, I had to be cautious from beginning to end, no matter how the situation changed. I had a clear mind and a grasp of the overall situation."

He smiled, a deeper smile than before, and a soft light flashed in his eyes, as gentle as a breeze, brushing away the distracting thoughts in his heart.

"A good chess player plans his strategy, a bad chess player plans his pieces."

Su Yanhua's heart tightened, and just as she was about to say something, Wu'er came over and interrupted their conversation.

"Prince, why are you playing chess here again?"

"Nothing." Nalan Yanyu said.

Wu Er saw Su Yanhua pause, and he said unhappily: "Miss Su is finally awake, otherwise my young master's hand would have to suffer with you."

These words made her stunned and look a little confused.

Nalan Yanyu immediately stopped him: "Wu'er—"

Cui'er stepped forward and gave Wu'er a glare, then she draped her robe over Su Yanhua's shoulders.

"Miss, it's windy outside. You've been out for a while. Let's go back."

Su Yanhua nodded.

Nalan Yanyu looked at her and couldn't help but say, "There will be a poetry and martial arts gathering at the peak of Wuhua Mountain in half a month. I wonder if Miss Su is interested?"

Wu'er was stunned. He looked at Nalan Yanyu with disbelief.

"If nothing else, I will definitely keep the appointment."

The light tone made Nalan Yanyu's eyes softer. He nodded and turned to leave, his moonlit robe swaying with the bamboo leaves.

She suddenly remembered something and looked down at the chessboard, only to find that in the ruined game, there was a black piece that was unstoppable and swaying steadily.

She couldn't help but think of those warm words.

"Those who are not good at chess plan their moves."

Since he is a chess piece, how can he say that he is not good at chess? Nalan Yanyu is really hiding his incompetence.

Su Yanhua asked Cui'er about her recent situation. It turned out that she had been in a coma for two days. Xuantie was even more seriously injured than her and had not yet woken up. Coincidentally, Master Yideng and Master Wuchan were not there when she was unconscious. When she woke up today, the two masters had already returned.

The next day, Su Yanhua decided to go to the temple to meet Master Wuchan. To be honest, she was now extremely curious about Wuchan's identity. According to Xuantie's investigation, he could not find any trace of Wuchan before Yu Liao Cave. Anyone who entered Dayan would be recorded in this book.

Especially after the current emperor ascended the throne, this rule has become even more stringent, but there is no biography of Wu Chan in this book. She can't help but suspect that Wu Chan may not be from Dayan at all.

In order to avoid attracting attention, she deliberately did not bring Cui'er. Cui'er said that Master Wuchan had been in the mountains these days to treat Zhuge Yanyu's illness, and he spent almost the whole day in the pharmacy making medicine.

She walked to the door of the pharmacy and was about to push it open when she heard a familiar voice.

"I haven't seen you for many years, and you still look the same."

Xing Jian said as he looked at Wu Chan who was wearing a white robe.

Wuchan looked unexpectedly excited. He looked at Xingjian and couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Thank you for your concern, Young Master. How is the old Young Master's health now?"

"Since you still care about it, why did you act like that back then?"

Wuchan shook his head, sighed deeply, and his face seemed to turn pale and weak.

"I am a serious criminal. I have wronged the old young master in the past. How can I have any dignity left now?"

Xing Jian didn't know what he was thinking about. He pursed his lips and spoke slowly, "Wu Chan, now that you are no longer a member of the Xing Clan, you should not be involved in Xing Clan affairs. Kong Qing is a Xing Clan medicinal herb and cannot be consumed by people from Yun Qin."

He remembered something and added, "You've already been punished for what happened a few years ago. I hope you won't be stubborn and just live your life well."

Wu Chan knelt down and said to Xing Jian, "Young Master, I no longer have the face to ask you for help, but Lord Zhuge has done a great favor for Wuhua Mountain. Yideng and I have a deep bond. He has begged me many times to heal Zhuge Yanyu, and we simply cannot refuse."

Xing Jian's brows relaxed and his face looked extremely indifferent.

"Do you know what the consequences will be if you commit a serious crime again?"

Wuchan uttered a powerful sentence: "Wuchan is willing to bear the responsibility."

"boom-"

The door was opened forcefully, Xing Jian's brows moved, and a bamboo leaf flew towards the person who came.

Su Yanhua flashed, and the power of the bamboo leaves was unstoppable, piercing into the main beam behind him.

Xing Jian was stunned when he saw the person coming. "Why are you here?" He glanced at his red arm and asked nervously, "Are you injured?"

Su Yanhua ignored her and looked at Xing Jian with a cold expression.

"Is Wuchan yours?" she asked, pointing at Wuchan.

He pursed his lips but didn't deny it.

No wonder she couldn’t find any trace of Wu Chan. It turned out that he was from the Xing clan. She should have thought of it earlier.

She immediately asked again: "I'm asking you, is Xu Qing a member of the Xing Clan?"

His indifferent eyes narrowed slightly, and then he nodded.

"So I suspect you were the one who ordered Xu Qing to enter the General's Mansion and kill my mother in order to gain the trust of my father and grandmother." Su Yanhua asked harshly, "Did you order the murder of my mother?"