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

It was a wilderness, covered with yellow earth and stained with desolation. She grabbed the corner of the black-clothed man's clothes, screaming and begging. A sharp pain severed the edge between her and hope, and she could only watch hope slip away from her hands.

Several black evil spirits exposed their chests and arms, covered with dense long and short hair. They looked seven parts crude and three parts ugly, with disheveled hair and dirty faces, and stretched out their claws towards her.

She used all her strength to resist and struggle, but all she got was slap after slap. Even though her face was red, she still felt no pain. She just wanted to protect her clothes and not let any invasion. However, the strength gap was too great, and she could only watch her precious and gorgeous clothes being torn apart. She screamed and saw the man in the distance in a trance.

The man paused in front of her, his gaze fixed on her. His dark robes billowed in the wind, his tall figure a savior. She felt like she was trapped in a swamp, desperately grasping at a straw. She raised her hands, straining forward to grab, but all she grabbed was air.

She could only watch the man turn and leave, his eyes looking away indifferently.

She could hardly make a sound and could only scream "Ah ah". The sound of cloth breaking came to her ears. Her tears soaked her entire cheeks. This was what it felt like to be completely annihilated.

Why is she so unbearable? I never thought that Xing Jian, who is as gentle as the breeze and bright as the moon, would also watch someone die without helping.

Su Yanhua closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, a mountain of apricot blossoms appeared before her eyes, with bursts of floral fragrance wafting around her nose.

"You've just recovered from your injury, so it's not easy for you to move around."

A concerned voice came from behind me.

Su Yanhua ignored him and thanked him instead: "Thank you for saving me. I will be returning to the Su Mansion today."

Xing Jian chuckled and said, "It's only been three days since you woke up from the poisoning, and you're so impatient to go back. Are you afraid of me?"

Xing Jian couldn't see her reaction, he just saw her turn around and said coldly: "I have something else to do and I have to go back. It has nothing to do with you."

After she finished speaking, she was about to walk past him, her white robe brushing against the mid-blue robe. Su Yanhua looked at the hands that were holding her wrists. Their bones were distinct, slender and clean, like translucent white jade.

A burst of coolness passed through her hand, making her feel cold in her heart, and she shook his hand off.

He looked at her with a dull look in his eyes, showing no emotion.

"Do you think I sent an assassin to kill you?"

This question made Su Yanhua feel confused, and her heart was tangled like a hemp rope.

Xing Jian thought Su Yanhua's silence was like a tacit agreement. He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a deep voice, but no emotion could be heard.

"Su Yanhua, if I really sent someone to kill you, why would I save you?"

Su Yanhua smiled, her smile was unusually sad. After laughing, she spoke softly, "Xingjian, I don't want to guess, and I don't want to know if you want to kill me. If you want to kill me, then we are enemies. If you don't want to kill me, then we are strangers. That's all. I don't want to waste time on these messy things."

"If you really don't want to guess, why did you come to the Ghost Market? Didn't you come to the Ghost Market just to find out who killed you?"

"Yes, I was just guessing at first. I didn't want to be unaware of my opponent." Su Yanhua changed the subject: "But when I knew that the master of the Ghost Market was you, I felt relieved."

"Your frank words seem to have hidden meanings. Are you using me?"

Xing Jian asked.

That's right, Su Yanhua came here to disrupt the Ghost Market and lure out the Lord of the Ghost Market. The result was more perfect than she imagined. Not only did she find out who the Lord of the Ghost Market was, but she also burned the treasure house accumulated by the Ghost Market over the years.

"Aren't you taking advantage of me?"

This rhetorical question left Xing Jian speechless. His eyes became deep, and even the corners of his eyes that were frivolous just now became gloomy.

"What do you mean?"

"Our encounters in the Imperial Garden and Wuhua Mountain weren't just coincidences, were they? I heard that Master Xing's whereabouts are erratic, and the noble ladies of Lingcheng don't see him for a month, yet I keep meeting you. I'm not a woman harboring feelings for love, so I don't think this is the red thread tied by the matchmaker." Su Yanhua spoke in a resounding voice, her tone calm, "Xing Jian, I don't know what your bottom line is, nor do I know what your purpose is. It may be greater than I thought, but I won't beg you to let me go. You issued a declaration of war, and I will fight to the death."

The wind blew, and the apricot blossoms on the tree fell to the ground, landing in the dirty soil. Above the soil was the thin and upright figure.

She couldn't see Xing Jian clearly, nor did she understand what he wanted to do by approaching her. But she didn't want to play these elaborate games with him. She thought it was fine if Xing Jian treated her ruthlessly like in her previous life. At least she wouldn't worry about becoming someone else's pawn tomorrow. She just wanted revenge and to eliminate Xu's mother and daughter. As for Mo Cerong, that was because she was stupid in her previous life and voluntarily followed others. She couldn't blame him.

As for Xing Jian, he just didn't want to save her in the previous life. If Xing Jian stopped bothering her, she would not care about everything that happened in the previous life, but if he blocked her path of revenge, she would never forgive him.

Su Fu

Two majestic stone lion statues stood on both sides of the Su Mansion. Cui'er stood at the door with an extremely anxious look on her face. From time to time, she walked down the steps and looked outside. She had no idea how many times she had repeated this.

"Cui'er, why are you here?"

A question came from the woman behind him.

This sentence made Cui'er freeze in place. Her hands tightly grasped the corners of her clothes at her sides. She turned around and saluted the person who came.

"Second miss."

Su Ruoxi looked at her and continued to ask: "You haven't answered my question yet."

"The young lady has been in poor health recently, so she asked me to find a doctor to see her. I am waiting for him so that he won't get lost."

Su Ruoxi said: "Sister is actually sick, I'll go see her."

After saying that, he turned around and ran towards Su Yanhua's courtyard.

Cui'er's heart tightened, and she hurriedly stopped her: "Second Miss, the eldest lady is not in good health. If you go there rashly, you might get infected. It's better to wait a few days."

Su Ruoxi smiled and said gently, "Cui'er, what you said is not nice. My sister and I have a deep relationship. Now that my sister is seriously ill, I am extremely worried. Naturally, I have to go and see her."

She pushed Cui'er who was blocking her way away and walked over.

"Miss—"

Cui'er shouted.

Su Ruoxi turned around and looked over. In the distance, Su Yanhua, dressed in white gauze, was walking slowly towards her. She had a pale face and a vain figure.

Cui'er hurried forward to support her and asked anxiously, "Miss, why are you so weak?"

Su Yanhua shook her head and didn't say anything.

As she passed by Su Ruoxi, she heard her say, "Sister, Cui'er just said you were sick. I was just about to go see you, but I didn't expect you to be so weak." Then her voice became stern, "Cui'er, as your personal maid, is so inconsiderate of you. It seems you haven't been serving me wholeheartedly."

Su Yanhua was not feeling well and didn't want to listen to a dog barking here, so she looked at Su Ruoxi coldly.

The cold eyes were like a biting cold wind. Su Ruoxi opened her mouth but did not dare to speak again.

Su Yanhua sat cross-legged on the bed and began to meditate with her eyes closed. Cui'er didn't dare to disturb her and just asked someone to bring some food.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Ruoxi opened her eyes and asked, "Has the owner of Jishiditang arrived?"

Cui'er replied: "I'm here. I've been waiting outside the door for half an hour."

Su Yanhua stood up, her eyes full of ups and downs and complicated emotions.

"The truth will surely come out."

In the afternoon, the bright light dimmed a little, and the autumn wind blew throughout the yard, filling the air with the sour smell of apricot blossoms.

The old lady of the Su family had the habit of taking a nap every day. After her personal maid made the bed, she just lay down when she heard Su Yanhua's righteous voice outside the door.

"Grandmother, please seek justice—"

The sound was so sonorous and powerful that it resounded in Old Mrs. Su's heart like the sound of a drum. She thought the Su family was in chaos.

Here, Xu and Su Ruoxi were talking when the maid came to report.

"The old lady asked someone to come over."

The two looked at each other. They didn't know that it was Old Lady Su's nap time. Why was she calling them at this time? They had a bad feeling in their hearts. When they stepped out of the door and saw Su Yanhua kneeling inside, the feeling became even stronger.

Old Madam Su was dressed neatly, but her face was still a little gloomy. She held a cane in her hand and when she saw the two of them, she simply said, "Come in."

His tone was calm, with a hint of authority.

Su Ruoxi patted Xu's hand, and the two of them walked in. Without Old Madam Su saying anything, the two of them didn't dare to sit down and could only stand aside.

Before Mrs. Xu could ask, Old Madam Su said, "Yan Hua, please repeat what you just said."