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

After she finished speaking, Wang Wanning looked at her in disbelief, as if she was looking at a monster. She suddenly thought of the incident at the Hundred Flowers Banquet where she framed someone, and she felt that Su Yanhua must be taking revenge.

Still feeling that the heat wasn't enough, Su Yanhua asked again, "Did anyone else see it?"

The servants looked at each other and shook their heads.

Xu Qing and Wang Wanning's servants were the parties involved, so their words were naturally not to be trusted. However, the servants around them who had nothing to do with the matter understood everything. They understood the whole thing from beginning to end, and they also felt that Wang Wanning's behavior was excessive. Now, in front of them was the daughter of a general and the daughter of a demoted Hanlin scholar. They knew which side the two stood on, so they naturally did not dare to say anything.

Cui'er laughed and said, "Just now, I saw Madam Wang slap Madam Xu."

Not only did no one see her pushing others, but she was also blamed for it. Even though Wang Wanning's face turned pale, there was nothing she could do. She had long lost the courage to argue with Su Yanhua, and now she could only suffer the consequences of her loss.

She glared fiercely at the cold woman in front of her, gritted her teeth and said with a smile: "Su Yanhua, you are so cruel."

The woman's expression showed no sign of anything, and she spoke calmly, "Since you've admitted it, let's give him a taste of his own medicine. As you said, Xu Qing just arrived in Lingcheng and doesn't know the rules of Lingcheng. So, I'll teach her the rules of Lingcheng for you."

"Go, hold her for me."

Wang Wanning didn't expect Su Yanhua to hit her. She was so angry that her neck turned red and sparks almost came out of her eyes.

“Su Yanhua, how dare you! Although I was demoted, I am still a noble lady of Lingcheng.”

Su Yanhua caught a glimpse of the servant who was trying to stop her from the side. He rolled over and was already in front of her. He raised his legs and knocked down the two men. He rushed forward with both hands and attacked them in the face.

The servant only felt a gust of cold wind blowing towards his face. He fell to the ground with his knees in so much pain that he couldn't stand up. He could only watch the palm fall. His heart trembled and he almost stopped breathing.

Unexpectedly, another strong wind blew bamboo leaves towards her palm. The sharpness of the bamboo leaves pricked her fair palm. She cried out in pain, quickly withdrew her palm and looked at the person who came.

The bamboo forest rustled, and a man stood at the foot of Wuhua Mountain. He lowered his eyes and stared at Su Yanhua, without any expression.

"Prince Mo—"

Cui'er was shocked, and remembering the disruption that day, she didn't look at him in a good mood again.

Just as the young lady said, every time Prince Mo appears, he ruins her young lady's plans.

Su Ruoxi, who came with Mo Cerong, was wearing a pink and white mink cloak and had a rosy face. It was obvious that she had been treated with great care in the past few days.

Su Ruoxi walked over quickly and looked at Su Yanhua with a worried look on her face: "Sister, are you okay?"

She looked down at Su Yanhua's hand. The bright red blood drops condensed on the white back of her hand, attracting attention.

"Sister, are you hurt?"

Hearing this, his eyes were fixed on Su Yanhua's palm. He was stunned, and a hint of reluctance was revealed in his eyes. He strode forward, and his steps were so anxious that he didn't even notice it.

"Show it to me."

Su Yanhua clenched her palm, and a drop of blood dripped onto the mountain. She turned her wrist, and the knife in her hand flew out, turning into a stream of light and flying towards the figure.

Mo Cerong frowned, and the flying knife flew out with great force, cutting through the purple mink cloak. Threads of blood dyed the fabric red, and the rusty smell of blood surrounded everyone's nostrils.

"Your Majesty—"

Su Ruoxi didn't expect Su Yanhua to be so cruel that she actually dared to attack Mo Cerong. She was shocked and when she came to her senses, she was already in front of Mo Cerong. She tore off the cloth on her body and wrapped it around Mo Cerong's arm several times. Fortunately, the wound was not deep and the bleeding stopped after a while.

She breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and began to accuse Su Yanhua, "Sister, what are you doing? Do you want to murder the prince?"

As expected of her half-sister, she accused her of such a serious crime right out of the blue. What? Did she want to have her entire clan implicated?

Su Yanhua's eyes were calm and unwavering. "Of course I wouldn't dare to murder His Majesty. When I was seriously injured, I thought it was an assassin, so I acted too quickly. I didn't see it was His Majesty. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was stunned. Prince Mo was such a grown man standing there, anyone who was not blind could see that he could come up with such a poor excuse, and he said it with a calm face.

Su Ruoxi only felt that Su Yanhua was becoming more and more lawless, while several servants felt that the eldest daughter of the Su family was too shameless!

The eldest daughter of the Su family even dared to attack the prince, let alone a demoted Wang Wanning. Several servants hated themselves for not acting faster just now, but when they thought of the flying bamboo leaf, they shuddered in their hearts.

Forget it. If it wasn't the eldest daughter of the Su family, what flew over would not be a bamboo leaf, but a sharp sword. It is better not to get involved in the affairs of these dignitaries. After thinking about this, the few people began to watch the show with their eyes and noses and their noses and hearts.

With Mo Cerong's support, Wang Wanning could no longer bear it and she began to mock Su Yanhua again.

"I think you did it on purpose. You are angry that you can't get Prince Mo's love, and you are jealous that Su Ruoxi is more outstanding than you. Don't you look at your own disgusting face, as expressionless as a dead fish. Not to mention Prince Mo, even the servants look down on you." Wang Wanning calmed down and changed the subject.

"Look at them, a handsome man and a beautiful woman. Everyone knows that your half-sister is gentle and virtuous, with a beautiful mind and talent. She is a perfect match for the current Prince Mo. As for you, you are just a fool who can't even do needlework. How can you compare with her? I advise you to have some self-knowledge, give up as soon as possible, and just practice your embroidery spear in your backyard."

Everyone in Lingcheng knew that the eldest daughter of the Su family knew nothing about music, chess, calligraphy, or painting. She was just a crude woman who could only wield a spear and a stick. It was not an exaggeration to call her a fool. This was also the reason why she gave up learning martial arts in her previous life.

When everyone is doing the opposite of what you are doing, you will doubt yourself. There is no precedent of women serving as military officers in Yunqin. She doesn't understand what the point of learning martial arts is. She only knows that the noble ladies of Lingcheng are good at poetry and songs, and are also good at needlework and embroidery. She is like a weed that is out of place in the banquet of flowers. She can't even bloom, so how can anyone stop and take notice?

"Even with the Embroidered Spear, I can make you kneel and kowtow to me. Wang Wanning, be careful. If you anger me, I might kill you. After all, I don't even take Mo Cerong seriously."

A cold wind swept past, and Wang Wanning seemed to feel the stinging pain of a knife scraping across her face. She froze in place, feeling cold from head to toe.

"Su Yanhua, how dare you—"

Su Yanhua rubbed his brows, his tone a little cold: "Don't you know whether I dare or not?"

Wang Wanning glared at her angrily, as if she wanted to stare a hole in her.

Looking at Wang Wanning who left in anger, she lowered her eyes and stopped talking.

There was a sound of footsteps nearby, and the tiny sound stopped in front of her. Her nostrils were filled with the scent of dragon scales, a unique smell that carried a hint of challenge and danger.

"Show me your hands."

The low tone carried a hint of irresistibility.

Su Yanhua pretended not to hear and turned away. She couldn't kill him now, so she could only endure it as much as possible.

"elder sister-"

Her wrist was grabbed by someone, and without thinking, she gathered a fierce stream of energy in her palm and hit the person who came.

A painful sound was heard. Su Ruoxi couldn't avoid it in time. Her body flew out like a kite string and fell to the ground. Her internal organs were in extreme pain. She couldn't help but spit out blood.

"Your Majesty—"

Her little face was no longer as rosy as before, but now pale and weak, like a withered peony, miserable and moving.

Mo Cerong was shocked. His brows were furrowed tightly, and his eyes were full of tension: "Ruoxi—"