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

Xu also stepped forward to persuade him, her tone gentle yet firm: "Yan Hua, it won't sound good if this is made public. Fen'er is Ruoxi's maid. We grew up together and have a deep bond. In my opinion, let's just forget about this matter. I promise that this matter won't be spread."

Su Yanhua said, "Auntie, what can you promise? As the saying goes, good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. Once it gets out, what will happen to Auntie? These are all things that are beyond your control. It's really boring to use this as a guarantee."

Mrs. Xu never thought that Su Yanhua would not give her face like this, and her face immediately looked a little unhappy.

Su Yanhua continued, "Sister, I'm also thinking about you. Fen'er represents your identity. Now she has done such a thing, still disregarding your dignity and trying to sow discord between us sisters. She is quite scheming. If I let it go, wouldn't that be disregarding your sisterly love for me?"

Since she was using sisterhood as an excuse, she had to make good use of it.

Su Yanhua's words were powerful, and every word was out of consideration for the sisterhood she had just mentioned. Naturally, Su Ruoxi couldn't refute what she had just said.

At this moment of daze, Su Yanhua signaled and the guards took the screaming Fen'er away.

Hearing Fen'er's screams outside, Su Ruoxi's face turned pale and she slowly sat down.

She couldn't understand why Su Yanhua had changed so much just three days later. What had she discovered? Impossible. She had done it perfectly. Su Yanhua and Prince Mo had both fainted, and Fen'er, the only one who knew about it, had been beaten to death. There was no way Su Yanhua could have known.

"Ruoxi, are you okay?"

Su Ruoxi glanced at Xu and realized that she had returned to her room. "Mom, did Su Yanhua find anything?"

Xu's eyes were sinister as she spoke, "It's a great pity that her reputation wasn't ruined by what happened that day. I'm really fed up with her mother's attitude, and now she's still bossing me around. Ruoxi, you have to work hard to smooth things over with Su Yanhua these few days."

Su Ruoxi nodded. Her face was filled with resentment when she thought of what happened today. She hated Su Yanhua the most for behaving like a legitimate daughter and always calling her a concubine's daughter. The word "concubine's daughter" really made her unable to hold her head up.

"Mother, don't worry. Although Su Yanhua has changed a little, she loses her mind when facing Prince Mo. The Hundred Flowers Banquet will be held in a few days. On that day, I will make Su Yanhua embarrass herself in front of the noble ladies of Lingcheng and lose all face. I want to see how she can act so arrogantly."

Xu held the thing in her hand, looked up with a hint of cruelty on her face.

Lingcheng is the largest city in the Yunqin Kingdom. It is bustling with traffic and hawking every night. With a tall restaurant as the center, houses are lined up on both sides, including teahouses, wine shops, butcher shops. The eight streets and nine alleys are full of people everywhere.

Su Yanhua was wearing a mask and Cui'er followed behind her.

"Miss, we have been shopping all morning, it's time to go back."

Su Yanhua said, "Time flies so fast. It's already morning." She saw the tall restaurant and walked in. "I'll take you to eat something delicious."

Cui'er had no choice but to follow in.

Speaking of restaurants, Lingcheng only has one famous restaurant, Yunxuan Pavilion. The restaurant is so big that it covers half of the area of ​​a street. The interior decoration is extremely luxurious. It is obvious that it serves the royal family and wealthy people.

Yunxuan Pavilion has three floors. The first floor is where guests can enjoy food and drink and listen to books. The second floor is a quiet and elegant room that provides privacy, and the third floor is where guests can stay overnight.

Su Yanhua found a seat by the window on the first floor and sat down. The waiter immediately came forward and asked, "Miss, what do you want to eat?"

Su Yanhua asked, "Do you have any special dishes in your restaurant?"

The waiter chuckled and said, "Miss, we have so many delicious dishes here. The best dish is our pickled goose. It's so delicious, it's a must-order every time you come."

Cui Er's eyes flashed with excitement when she heard this: "Is it Master Xing?"

The child nodded, with a hint of pride in his expression.

"Look, almost every table of guests orders this dish."

Su Yanhua looked over and saw that there was a dish of pickled goose in the middle of each table.

She smiled slightly, her pretty face gentle and docile, but the words she said were hard to accept: "I think he looks like a drunken goose."

Cui'er was stunned when these words were spoken.

Everyone knew the name Xing Jian. He was one of the three most prominent young masters of Yunqin, along with Mo Cerong, the prince of Yunqin, and Nalan Yanyu, the son of Marquis Jingyuan of Cheng'an Palace. While Xing Jian didn't possess the same noble status as Mo Cerong and Nalan Yanyu, he was a descendant of the Xing Clan, a young master of the clan. Legend has it that the Xing Clan possessed exceptionally rapid training, harnessing their Qi to generate strength, and excelled at restoring their stamina, aging very slowly. Furthermore, the Xing Clan controlled the entire Yunqin economy, and Lingcheng's businesses were almost entirely run by the Xing Clan, such as the Yunxuan Pavilion. Xing Jian's fame, and his position as the most prominent of the three most prominent young masters, stemmed from his handsome appearance, attracting the attention of most of Lingcheng's noble ladies.

The waiter smiled awkwardly: "Miss, have you met our master?"

Su Yanhua shook her head and said, "I haven't seen it."

The waiter's smile froze. Normally, girls would feel shy and happy when hearing the young man's name, but he had never heard anyone say that the young man looked like... like a drunken goose.

Su Yanhua ordered a few dishes at random and asked the waiter to leave.

At the same time, in the elegant second-floor box, a man in green laughed and jokingly said, "I've never heard a woman describe you like that."

The man who was drinking tea in front of him didn't react at all. He was wearing a black robe with delicate and elegant bamboo embroidery on the fabric. He had a handsome face, but there was a hint of indifference in his expression, which made him look more extraordinary, but also difficult to approach.

This person was none other than the young master of the Xing clan who Su Yanhua had described as a drunken goose—Xing Jian.

The man in blue seemed accustomed to Xing Jian's cold and indifferent demeanor. He continued, "I'd really like to see who this woman is from. Does she not know your identity, or does she truly disdain you?"

Hearing this, Xing Jian raised his eyes calmly, without a ripple on the tea in his cup: "Noisy."

The man in green shrugged indifferently, pushed the tea away, and drank the three soups: "How many days can you stay in Lingcheng this time?"

Xing Jian uttered two words: "Three days."

The man in green was stunned. "You left right after the Hundred Flowers Banquet. You were so anxious that you made the noble lady of Lingcheng's heart fly away with you."

Xing Jian ignored him, covering the teacup with his slender fingers, brewing tea, scraping foam, making soup, and pouring tea all in one go. The simple process of brewing tea became an art under his careless and steady control.

"The appearance of tea leaves can tell you a lot about their essence. The quality of tea is also related to tea making. For example, a good Longjing tea has a flat shape, resembling a bowl nail, and the black tea leaves are uniform. Observation during tea brewing is crucial. If the leaves are loose, it's not a good tea."

The man in green was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "That's a strange thing to say. Are you referring to the noble ladies of Lingcheng or the emperor?"

The Xing Clan is more mysterious than powerful. The Xing Clan already existed before the Yun Qin State was established. The Xing Clan witnessed the destruction and prosperity of every country. The strength of a country depends on the Xing Clan, so the monarchs of every country are wary of the Xing Clan but also have awe of them.

"If you're referring to those girls, the noble ladies of Lingcheng these years are all the same. If you're referring to the emperor, the emperor of Yunqin has more than enough admiration and respect for the Xing clan."

Xing Jian smiled, and in an instant, the iceberg melted, making people dizzy. He said softly, "Even if I'm making tea, the tea leaves are naturally mine. Why should I care about other people's tea?"

Others?

The man in green murmured, "Are you talking about Aunt Qing?"

Xing Jian was speechless. The man in green continued, "She's been away from the Xing Clan for five years now. She's no longer a member of the Xing Clan. Why is she still so entangled with him instead of just being the General's wife?"

Xing Jian put the teacups away one by one, her calm eyes now showing a ripple. "She said this was the last thing she wanted to do. After this was done, she would officially leave the Xing Clan and no longer be a member of the Xing Clan."

The man in green asked doubtfully, "What's going on?"

Before Xing Jian could speak, something went wrong on the first floor.

After Su Yanhua and his servant had eaten and drunk their fill, they were ready to leave, but Cui'er said that General Su liked the fermented goose from Yunxuan Pavilion the most, so she asked Cui'er to pack a portion.

Unexpectedly, a girl started arguing with Cui'er over the last portion of wine goose. Su Yanhua looked over and found that it was a coincidence that this person was Wang Wanning, the daughter of Prime Minister Wang who had always been at odds with her in her previous life.

Cui'er was still fighting for the last portion of the fermented goose: "Miss, I want this portion first."