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

He ran over with big strides, holding Ruoxi, looking up at Su Yanhua. His snow-white mink cloak set off his ruthless face, and his eyes gradually became complicated.

"Su Yanhua, I didn't expect that you hated Ruoxi so much. You actually wanted her to die."

He knew that what he had done before was unworthy of her. Before this, he had decided not to cancel the engagement and treat Ruoxi as a princess, and Ruoxi as a concubine. He wanted to tell her the news with hope, but why, why was it that every time they met, it would be a life-and-death situation.

If Su Yanhua knew what Mo Cerong was thinking, she would only feel that her attack just now was not cruel enough.

"Listen, Mo Cerong. One day I will kill you all."

Such decisive words made his standing body tremble for a moment. The sound of the wind was filled with her hatred, surrounding his ears all the time.

He thought, maybe he was wrong from the beginning.

The road ahead was opened and sedan chairs passed by one after another. Su Yanhua no longer looked at the two people on the ground. She turned calmly and walked down to the foot of the mountain.

Although she was born from an inconspicuous weed, she can cut through the thorns in the road ahead and grow tenaciously, not for others, but only for herself. No matter how gorgeous she is, she will not be as beautiful as the blooming flowers. She will tenaciously take root and sprout, entangle in every corner of the ground, waiting quietly, until finally she will cover every piece of the ground and grow weeds.

This time, she wanted to make the name Su Yanhua resound throughout the entire poetry and martial arts conference.

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Mo Cerong carried Su Ruoxi to Wuhua Mountain, carefully placed the woman on the bed, and ordered the maid to call a doctor.

There were only two people left in the room. Su Ruoxi looked at the handsome face with deep affection and spoke gently.

"Your Highness, I'm fine. Sister didn't mean it."

Mo Cerong looked at her with a face full of heartache. He asked the maid to get a basin of warm water, soaked a handkerchief in it and gently wiped the blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

"I'm sorry, Ruoxi. It's my fault that I failed to protect you."

A large hand stopped his movement. She raised her eyes, trying to soften the man's heart with a pitiful and touching expression.

"Your Highness, Ruoxi doesn't blame you. I've been with my sister since I was little, and I'm used to her temperament. As long as there's no grudge between my sister and Your Highness, Ruoxi will be happy."

As she spoke, her brows furrowed, and pain washed over her whole body.

She knew best what to say to make Mo Celong feel guilty. After the doctor came, he prescribed medicine and painkillers. Mo Celong was worried about her and stayed by her bedside all night long. No matter how the maid tried to persuade him, he wouldn't leave.

She knew clearly that Su Yanhua was in a furious state at that time, and she knew how Su Yanhua would treat her, but she still chose to do so, because now she had no idea how much the prince loved her. She could only hurt herself to make the prince feel guilty and hold the prince tightly in her hand. Before that, she didn't have to bother thinking about these things.

The maid looked at the prince sleeping on the table and asked, "Miss, prince?"

Su Ruoxi shook her head and waved her hand to signal her to go down.

The maid nodded and gently closed the door.

Su Ruoxi looked at Mo Cerong who was sleeping, and the words he said that day emerged in her mind, and his gentle tone broke her dream.

She thought that the last imperial decree was a redemption, but she didn't expect that he would actually tell her that if he wanted to grant Su Yanhua the position of princess, he could only give her the position of concubine!

Su Ruoxi smiled, and her smile became sarcastic and self-deprecating.

She had worked so hard for so long, and she had obediently acted the way Mo Cerong liked, but in the end she was still just a concubine, which meant that her future children would still be born out of wedlock.

Can't she get rid of the fact that she is born out of wedlock in her life? She has lived a miserable life already, and she will never let her child be discriminated against by others. She will get everything she wants, and she is willing to give up everything to get what she wants.

Su Ruoxi gradually calmed down, and her eyes turned from pale to blood red, gathering all the resentment in the world.

She raised her eyes, her whole face became ferocious, and her eyes were filled with deep hatred, like a jungle beast eating raw meat and drinking blood.

Su Yanhua, it's all because of you! You deserve to die!

禅院

Cui'er brought a thick pink and white mink cloak and draped it over Su Yanhua: "Miss, it's late at night, I'll close the door."

Su Yanhua held the mink cloak close to her chest, and her snow-white face shone brightly in the dim candlelight.

"No need, some people haven't come yet."

Cui'er was puzzled. Who would come so late?

Before she could think about it, footsteps were heard outside the door. Cui'er looked over and saw a familiar face in front of her.

Cui'er raised her eyebrows: "Wu'er?"

Wu Er looked unhappy. He pursed his lips, bowed his waist and saluted respectfully: "Miss Su, our prince invites you."

Having been used to seeing Wu'er's shy side, it was rare for her to behave so well. Cui'er jokingly said, "Wu'er, since you've come to invite our young lady, you must have received many instructions from the prince, right?"

Wu'er sighed inwardly. Before he came, the prince had repeatedly told him to be respectful to the eldest lady of the Su family. Otherwise, based on the way she scratched the prince when she was injured last time, he would not have done so. It was hateful that the maid of the eldest lady of the Su family was just as harsh as she was.

In the gray sky, there were clusters of mist floating, hanging low and unevenly, appearing heavy and oppressive. A cold current swept over, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers with a cool breath. Among the mountains, the man with a slender back stood quietly in the beautiful scenery, as if he was in a painting, giving people an unreal feeling.

He was lost in his own world, focused and determined. The rustling sound of falling leaves interrupted his thoughts. His frown slowly smoothed out, and his slender figure slowly turned around to look at the source of the sound, with a smile in his eyes.

Su Yanhua didn't know how to describe what she saw. Those clear eyes reflected her whole self. Although the sky was so dark, the bright moonlight made the man in the water-green mink cloak look as bright and clear as the full moon, untainted by the world.

Many years later, when the world is unpredictable and the faith in her heart is no longer solidified, she will still remember the man's eyes that night, which were as warm as the bright moon.

"You look very good."

The man's voice was as gentle as she had imagined.

After being rescued by Xing Jian that day, she did not feel any discomfort, but was more afraid of the cold than before. However, it was not a big deal, and Cui'er had also prepared a lot of warm clothes.

"I heard that you are a judge for the poetry and song examination."

Nalan Yanyu chuckled softly: "Why, are you scared?"

Su Yanhua walked towards the man: "The princes all say that Prince Nalan is a gentle person, low-key and cautious. I don't think any woman would be afraid of you."

On the contrary, for this kind of gentle man, women will only dream about him in their hearts and hope for a night of passion.

He said dismissively, "In order to protect what's in their heart, everyone will transform into a fierce tiger, just for the sake of their own strength. During this period, their hearts can only be as hard as stone, their claws as sharp as blades, and they will become a person to be feared."

“But all changes in the universe are different. Rather than instilling fear in people’s hearts, it is better to become a gentle breeze, not worthy of attention but also as difficult to cut as a cicada’s silk thread.”

For some reason, she suddenly thought of Xing Jian. There should be no one in the entire Yunqin Kingdom who is not afraid of him. The industrial structure of Lingcheng shops, the terrifying mysterious force in the southeast, and the black market force that even the court could not issue an order to expel.

She couldn't help but wonder, what exactly was the Xing Clan's purpose? Had the Emperor never been wary of him?

Su Yanhua looked at the sky, which was covered with dark clouds. She couldn't help but ask, "The sky is dark, will it snow tomorrow?"

He spoke softly, his voice like a deep stream in an empty valley: "No, tomorrow the sun will be shining brightly and the sky will be clear and blue."

The weather is so cold and there is no sign of warming up, but from what he said, Su Yanhua is sure that tomorrow's weather will be just as he said.

For some reason, he always gave her a reassuring feeling, as if, as he said, his gentle appearance was not enough to make people feel alert, just like when he called her out in the middle of the night, she still came out.