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

"how is she?"

A low, hoarse voice sounded, and the man's voice had a hint of tension.

Wu Chan asked, "Was she poisoned by the Burial Flower Needle?"

Ling Er nodded. "She got sick that day when she broke into the Ghost Market, but our Master has already suppressed it for her. Even though the Burial Flower Needle's poison is strong, it shouldn't take effect at this time."

Wu Chan was stunned. The Burial Flower Needle was a secret poison of the Xing Clan. There was no antidote for it. It could only be suppressed with true Qi when the poison attacked. The person who suppressed the poison needed to gather the true Qi and transmit it to the poisoned person for a whole night. During this night, he could not be distracted or divert his attention. Once his nerves were distracted, he would be attacked by the poison. In severe cases, his internal strength would be wasted. After a night, the internal strength and physical fitness of the person who cleared the poison would be weakened for three days.

This kind of burial flower needle has always been used by the Xing Clan to treat people of the Xing Clan. Most people of the Xing Clan have accumulated true energy in their bodies, and can heal themselves after the poison attacks. However, this woman has martial arts but no internal energy. It will take a hundred times more effort for the young master to clean the toxins in her body, but her physique is still completely unable to suppress the toxins of the burial flower needle. It is only a matter of time before she dies of poisoning.

"She was burdened with worries and excessive distress, like a blood clot stuck in her heart. This accelerated the spread of the Burial Flower Needle's toxin, causing her to become furious."

Xing Jian asked in a hoarse voice, "Is there any cure?"

Wu Chan shook his head: "This isn't a symptom of the Burial Flower Needle poison. She's just in pain and hasn't regained consciousness yet."

He stood up and asked Cui'er, "Has your young lady been suffering from nightmares these past few days?"

Cui Er wiped her tears, thought carefully, and said after a while: "Yes, the young lady has a nightmare every three days. When I go to wake her up, her face is very pale, as if she has experienced something bad."

Xing Jian asked vaguely, "Are you saying she's dreaming?"

Even though he was a little bit unbelievable, Wuchan still nodded.

"If she continues dreaming like this, she will become overwhelmed with worry and anxiety, which will eventually backfire and her body will be much worse than before. The best way is to use the true energy to transfer it to her, enter her consciousness, and wake her up."

Those who cross over into the true qi need to convert 100% of their strength into true qi, and also spread their ideology into dreams. This is a violation of the rules of practice for those who practice true qi. Some practitioners will use this method to distract the enemy's consciousness and thus defeat the opponent. This is a practice method called forbidden technique. Of course, no matter whether it succeeds or not, there will be backlash. The longer the time, the stronger the backlash.

Without any hesitation, Xing Jian walked forward.

Ling Er stopped Xing Jian. He would never let the young master do such a dangerous thing.

"Sir, you can't do that. The clan's business still depends on you. You must not lose it for the sake of love."

Everyone in the Xing Clan possesses true Qi. Historically, there has never been a good end to using such means to seize other people's internal energy. How could he possibly watch the young master take risks?

Wu Chan also pleaded, his brow furrowed, "Young Master, please think twice."

Xing Jian stared at the small, palm-sized face on the bed with a sharp gaze. The face was pale and weak, with a frown on her brows. He couldn't help but think of her ruthless face and the cruel words she said to him. At that time, he really thought that the woman was cruel, but looking at her current appearance, he felt sorry for her.

"I just want her to be alright."

His usually lazy tone now became so firm.

Xing Jian was the only one left in the room. He lifted his robe and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the pale little face of the woman, so fragile, as if he saw her being pierced by the burial needle.

After the Ghost Market treasury burned, the emperor was furious and dispatched a large number of Jinwu Guards to investigate. Upon learning of this, the elders of the Xing Clan also issued an order. These past few days, he had been so busy trying to cover for her that he almost forgot that the Burial Flower Needles had not yet been removed from her body. Today, he had come to see her, only to find her face as pale as paper, her lips bloodless, her forehead covered in sweat, and she looked incredibly weak. He thought to himself, "That cold and indifferent look still looks better. At least her face is rosy, and she's still saying those unpleasant words with such force."

He reached out and lifted Su Yanhua up from the ground, then used his slender fingers to condense his true energy, forming a natural light source that continuously injected into the woman's body. As time passed, his thoughts gradually drifted away, as if he had entered a whole new world.

Under the dim moonlight, a fragile woman squatted in the corner, her dress torn and hanging on her body, unable to hide the scars and swelling all over her skin. The woman's eyes were dull, like a pool of calm stagnant water, unable to stir up any waves.

A man's sneering voice came from outside the door, as harsh as thunder.

"Brother, why haven't you woken up yet? Maybe you had too much fun last night and slept until noon."

"My eldest brother didn't let us see that young lady last night. This time I want to see how beautiful she is."

"I heard that two were arrested yesterday and one escaped."

The other party snorted lightly, full of disdain: "That man was seriously injured, but he was still able to fight off our people. If it weren't for me, I'm afraid he would have saved these two people."

With a "squeak" sound, the door opened.

The light outside was so bright and dazzling, but the woman seemed not to notice it. Her eyes did not change, and she continued to squat there, her soul seemed to be drained away.

"Brother, we see you coming."

The laughter stopped abruptly, and what came into their eyes was not the scene they had imagined. In their sight, a man covered in blood was lying on the ground, with a knife stuck in his heart, his lips were pale without a trace of blood, and his pupils were full of disbelief.

Several people's faces changed, and they rushed forward to check, only to find that the man had been dead for twelve hours. The knife in his chest was right on his heart, and there was no way to save him.

They looked at the disheveled woman with shock on their faces.

Such a little girl actually has such a cruel heart and agile skills.

They still looked down on this woman.

One of them walked forward with his eyes wide open, grabbed the woman's long hair with his big hands and pushed her aside, picked up the long knife next to him and was about to chop at the woman's weak body.

The woman didn't react at all. She lay quietly on the cold ground, her eyes empty and lifeless, as if she had lost all hope. However, surprisingly, her eyes didn't contain the slightest fear, but instead held an indescribable sense of relief.

She was surprised that the severe pain she had imagined did not come upon her. At this moment, there was a sudden noise of quarreling and fighting outside. The sound was clear and loud, crackling and echoing in the air, breaking the original silence.

Someone ran in and shouted, "There's a group of people outside, claiming to be from Prince Mo, and they want us to hand over his concubine."

Several people were shocked.

Unexpectedly, they got into big trouble this time. Without caring about the dying woman on the ground, they grabbed their weapons and ran away.

The only one left in the room was Su Yanhua lying on the ground. The fighting outside was extremely fierce, but she turned a deaf ear to it. She was thrown to the ground like a rag, and no one cared.

Su Yanhua suddenly saw the kind-hearted Jiang Youbai appear in front of her, her expression was still so gentle,

She looked at her and smiled. Her palms were still so warm. This lost and regained warmth made her dead eyes fluctuate.

The tears in her eyes wet her entire face, and her warm palms slowly touched her eyes and wiped them gently.

She seemed to be wrapped in a soft halo, and the air around her was warm, soothing the pain in her heart.

She wanted to say, "Mom, it hurts and I'm so tired."

She didn't want to like him anymore. It was really tiring to like him.

Wrapped up in it like this, she felt unprecedented peace and comfort, which dispelled the coldness in her heart.

She slowly closed her eyes, ready to enjoy the beauty of it all.

An urgent cry rushed into her eardrums.

"Su Yanhua, wake up."

"Su Yanhua."