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

He murmured softly, his voice small enough for her to hear.

"The fire at the black market last time alarmed the Emperor. He has ordered the Jinwu Guards to investigate. You should be careful."

She was stunned, a little puzzled: "The emperor is quite wary of the forces in the black market. Would he take this kind of thing to heart?"

His eyes were deep as he looked straight at her and said seriously, "As long as the black market stays in Lingcheng, it is the emperor's business. Although the emperor still has no way to make the black market submit, the black market's transactions are huge, intertwined with many industries, and very complicated. Even if the black market never obeys the court, it still bears the brunt of the annual tax collection."

"This fire you set has completely destroyed several years of profits in the black market. This is of course a significant loss for the imperial court."

Su Yanhua said coldly: "That money is not clean either."

Well, she admitted that she had set the fire on purpose, especially after she knew that the owner of the black market was Xing Jian, how could she let him off easily.

Nalan Yanyu seemed to notice her nervousness. He smiled slightly and said soothingly, "But don't worry, the Jinwu Guards sent to investigate won't find any clues."

Su Yanhua was stunned. The Jinwu Guards were the top imperial guards of the royal family. They had solved countless cases and could unravel even the slightest clues to find clues. The fact that the emperor sent out the Jinwu Guards showed that he attached great importance to the impact of this matter. How could he not be able to track it down?

The man in front of her was as gentle as the moon and his eyes were so soft that one could easily fall in love with him. He just stared at her, with a hint of calmness in his smile.

Her heart seemed to be hit by something, and she was dizzy. She felt that the sky under the moonlight was particularly hazy, like a scroll painted with ink.

"Did you do it?"

"Sir!"

A loud shout woke her up, but she turned her eyes away and regained her composure.

Wu Er walked forward, muttering, "Prince, you've been out for an hour. The wind is so cold, you should go back to the house."

Nalan Yanyu was still so gentle. He asked Su Yanhua: "What did you just say?"

Su Yanhua shook her head and said, "It's nothing. It's getting late. Let's go back to the house."

After saying this, she bowed and walked towards the meditation room.

Su Yanhua, Su Yanhua, what are you thinking? In your past life, you placed all your hopes on another person, and weren't you hurt? How could you easily have expectations of someone else? Besides, you've only known each other for a dozen days. How could you possibly go against the Jinwu Guards for you? Maybe it was just his own speculation.

The burning of the black market vault caused the imperial court to lose a large amount of tax revenue, but it helped to suppress the rampant black market forces. Besides, even if they investigated, there were so many people in the black market that day, how could they find her? At most, they could just find a scapegoat to make it seem like an explanation to the world and to warn the people behind the black market.

……

Su Yanhua was dreaming again. She dreamed of the scene of the Hundred Flowers Banquet in her previous life. Her face was so pale that even rouge could not cover it up. She wanted to open her mouth to explain.

"No, I didn't take the princess's glass ring."

She had never encountered such a situation. Why did these gentle women treat her like a monster?

Those noble ladies were blaming her and doubting her, with mocking smiles on their faces, and their bright red lips were like bloody mouths that were about to swallow up her innocence.

Her heart was beating rapidly, and she was hoping someone would say something for her. The first person she thought of was the tall, purple figure.

She looked with hope in her eyes, as if she had come across a drop of water in the wilderness, carrying her entire spiritual lifeline.

She just stared and stared. It was only a few seconds, but it felt like several hours had passed. The man never even looked at her.

She was desperate. She couldn't defend herself. The spit from all directions wrapped around her, leaving her with nowhere to fight for it.

At this moment, her half-sister defended her, and the other noble ladies mocked her, but she saw panic appear on Mo Cerong's expressionless face. As his fiancée, she saw the man she was engaged to plead for her half-sister.

So ridiculous!

The one or two seconds that she thought was an hour passed so quickly. He hardly needed to think about it before he stood up for her half-sister, regardless of other people's criticism.

What was even more incredible was that Xing Jian would stand up and speak for Su Ruoxi. She had never heard such a beautiful sound, as beautiful as the strings of the first guzheng her mother gave her.

"When I went downstairs to change clothes just now, I did see Miss Su heading towards the South Courtyard. However, I don't know if it was the Princess's courtyard. Instead of guessing, I'd better search her."

As the conversation changed, the beautiful sound of the strings turned into a knife on her neck, extremely sharp.

Seeing the steps of the maids, she was terrified. She stepped back in disbelief, but still couldn't get rid of them.

Her body was touched openly by the servants. She felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and her limbs were frozen and she couldn't move them. She looked carefully at the eyes in front of her, which contained mockery, disdain, complacency, pity, and calmness.

She was being humiliated and trampled upon as if she were naked. Her eyes were filled with tears, but she couldn't let them fall. She absolutely couldn't.

She hated Su Ruoxi's conspiracy and intrigue, Mo Cerong for not saving her, and Xing Jian for aiding and abetting the evil. She wished she could kill them with a single blow.

Su Yanhua's face was twisted into a ball. She clutched the corner of the quilt tightly, curled up in the corner, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Su Yanhua, Su Yanhua."

"Wake up!"

She suddenly opened her eyes, gasping for breath, her eyes filled with lingering despair, tears streaming down her cheeks, her whole body twitching, her whole person exuding an aura of despair.

As soon as Xing Jian came in and saw her like this, he panicked instantly. He picked up Su Yanhua, and the closer he got, the more he felt that she was on the verge of collapse.

"Su Yanhua, how are you?"

She said nothing, just stared upwards, like a body with its soul taken away.

Xing Jian took her pulse, his face changed instantly, he picked up the woman by the waist and walked out the door.

"Reiji."

Ling Er, who was standing outside the door, rushed in. Seeing this, he was surprised and said, "Sir, what happened to Miss Su..."

Didn't his son say he would have a good talk with Miss Su? Why did it become like this?

Xing Jian saw that he was stunned, and his usually calm expression broke: "Call Wuchan."

When he saw that the corner of Su Yanhua's lips began to bleed, he panicked and shouted orders.

"quick-"

The woman on the bed lay straight, her eyes had lost their former brilliance and became lifeless, unable to stir up any waves. Her fingers were extremely cold and rested weakly on the head of the bed. Her lips were so pale that they had no luster, like a string that was about to break.

Cui'er just heard Xing Jian's voice next door and followed him in a hurry. She didn't expect to see Su Yanhua in this state, like a terminally ill person. If it weren't for that trace of breath, she would have thought that the young lady was dead.

She touched the young lady's hand, which was extremely cold. She held the young lady's hand and blew into it, but she couldn't warm it.

Her tears fell: "Miss, look at me."

"Miss!"

Ling Erjin was a little worried when he saw this scene. He glanced at Xing Jian, whose figure was tall and straight, with no expression on his face, as if the person who had just looked panicked was not him.

"Sir, Master Wuchan is here."

Wuchan was wearing a cassock that looked a little cold. He glanced at the woman on the bed. The woman had a face full of anger and vitality before, but now she looked like this.

He stepped forward to take the woman's pulse and examined her, his brow furrowed, as if the situation was not optimistic.