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

The Jinwu Guards above shouted, "In the first round, Chu Wuqi of the Chu family wins!"

Chu Wuqi lowered his eyes and got off the platform amidst the various looks from the crowd.

The Chu family's swordsmanship is truly invincible!

A girl in yellow clothes ran over with a smile.

"Brother Wuqi, you are really amazing. You won the first round. The winner of this Wushifenghui must be you."

Chu Wuqi's face did not show any joy. He said calmly: "Jiaojiao, shouldn't you be taking the written test?"

Lin Jiaojiao looked a little shy and didn't say a word.

"I came here because I knew it was your first competition."

A voice came from behind, and the man's dark eyes were like thick ink that could not be dissolved, and a dark color flashed under his eyes.

"Brother Xie An, what are you talking about?"

Lin Jiaojiao's thoughts were exposed, her face flushed, and her eyes dodged in panic: "Brother Wuqi, don't listen to what Brother Xie An said. I'm just a little bored. Those noble ladies in Lingcheng are really boring. I don't want to stay with them."

Xie An heard this, and the dark color in his eyes suddenly turned into tenderness. He smiled and said, "You are right. The noble ladies of Lingcheng only know how to follow the rules all day long. They are beautiful, but they don't have any originality at all."

"She's really not as lively and smart as us Jiaojiao."

These words made Lin Jiaojiao feel a little satisfied. She pushed Xie An with a smile.

Chu Wuqi smiled faintly and said nothing. He was focused on the competition in the martial arts field.

The competition in the martial arts arena was in full swing. Various martial arts masters showed up one after another. They were agile and nimble, and the duels were as smooth as flowing water, dazzling the onlookers. Some of them were defeated in less than a moment, while others fought for half an hour before the winner was decided. The people below the martial arts arena stared closely at the tense battle situation above.

"This martial arts test is even more intense than last year." Xie An, who had just finished the competition, walked down and said.

Lin Jiaojiao said disapprovingly: "No matter how powerful I am, I can't compare to you, Brother Xie An. You defeated that man in less than three moves just now."

Xie An's smile reached his eyes: "That's because I haven't met a master."

The purpose of the preliminary competition is to eliminate those who are not proficient in martial arts. The opponents encountered are also randomly distributed, so we cannot take it lightly now.

Before I knew it, the first half of the Wu Shi exam was already over.

A middle-aged man in ragged, patched clothes appeared on the martial arts field. He seemed unconcerned about his appearance, even smoothing his messy hair with a smug look. A smug smile filled his face, as if the world was at his feet.

"What's going on? Why hasn't my opponent come out yet?" the middle-aged man shouted, his voice echoing across the arena. His tone was full of provocation and impatience, as if he was very dissatisfied with the wait.

This sudden scene caused the crowd in the martial arts arena to begin discussing. Unless a major event prevented them from participating, those who failed to arrive on time for the martial arts exam would be charged with a serious crime. This was simply a sign of cowardice, a cowardice despised by the people of the martial arts world!

The people in the audience began to whisper.

The middle-aged man on the stage laughed heartily: "Are you afraid of me?" He looked at Mo Cerong on the stage, his eyes filled with arrogance: "Your Highness, what do you think we should do?"

Mo Cerong, who came on stage, also frowned at this situation.

In previous competitions, there were masters who arrived late, but this time the wait was a bit long, and there were still so many masters who had not yet competed, so we couldn’t waste time at this time.

Mo Cerong glanced at the guard next to him. After receiving the signal, the guard nodded and walked down.

Lin Jiaojiao frowned: "Are you still going to compete? Are you scared?"

Xie An said: "Except for Wuqi's match this time, the other masters' competitions were all brutal. Everyone had their arms broken. It's natural for them to be afraid."

Lin Jiaojiao felt bored. She pulled up the corner of Chu Wuqi's clothes and said coquettishly, "Brother Wuqi, you and Brother Xie An have just finished the competition. How about we go to Lingcheng for a walk?"

Chu Wuqi no longer looked at the situation on the field, nodded, and the three of them walked out of the crowd.

The guard took the hammer and was about to strike the drum bell.

When the bell rings, those who don't come will lose.

"Sorry, I'm late!"

A clear female voice resounded throughout the martial arts field.

Everyone looked over, and Mo Cerong was shocked when he heard the familiar voice.

A woman in plain clothes slowly approached, her steps light yet firm, her eyes revealing a cool and resolute look. The sunlight bathed her in a golden glow. Her long hair fluttered in the wind, a beautiful sight.

Just as Su Yanhua said, she would make her name resound throughout the Poetry and Martial Arts Conference, and she did it as soon as she appeared.

The entire martial arts arena fell into a deathly silence, and everyone's face was filled with surprise.

woman!

Su Yanhua seemed oblivious to the questioning looks from the audience. She walked onto the platform and said to Mo Cerong, "Your Highness, I'm your opponent in this round. I was delayed by something and that's why I'm here late."

Everyone was shocked again. If they had doubts just now, now they were sure that this woman was really a contestant to take part in the martial arts test.

When had a woman ever participated in a martial arts exam? This was a once-in-a-century phenomenon. Furthermore, this woman had a lithe figure, evidently the delicate beauty of someone raised in wealth and luxury. How could she possibly be a martial artist? This was sheer nonsense!

"Who are you? Why are you here instead of staying home and doing your needlework?"

The masters below began to question and despise Su Yanhua.

"I know. She is Su Yanhua, the daughter of General Su and Prince Mo's fiancée."

"She stole the show at the Hundred Flowers Banquet a few days ago, and everyone in Lingcheng knows about her!"

"How can a woman fight with a man?"

The voices of doubt came from all directions like a tide, growing louder and louder, hitting the woman like raindrops, as if to drown her.

Lin Jiaojiao frowned: "A noble lady from Lingcheng comes here to compete in martial arts. Isn't this asking for trouble?"

Although she came from a famous and upright family and her father taught her many martial arts, women could not compare to men after all. There were so many masters this time that she, who had practiced martial arts since childhood, had no chance of winning, let alone the noble lady of Lingcheng who grew up in a honey pot?

She was just about to pull Chu Wuqi out when she noticed that Chu Wuqi's eyes were fixed on the woman on the stage, serious and focused.

She felt unhappy and turned to look at Xie An. His eyes were still looking at the field, as nonchalant as before, but with a hint of scrutiny.

She suddenly felt very uncomfortable, snorted coldly, and could only stand where she was.

The noise from the audience grew louder and louder. Su Yanhua ignored them and walked forward, asking, "Your Highness, there's no rule that prohibits women from participating, right?"

Mo Cerong walked down, his eyes scanning the entire little face, and said in a slightly scolding tone: "Stop messing around."

Su Yanhua ignored him and continued to talk to herself: "Since there are no rules, why can't I participate?"

This sentence was said loudly, and almost everyone in the audience could hear it.

The middle-aged man on the stage did not expect that his opponent was such a delicate little beauty. His eyes became obscene. He examined her body from head to toe, his tone full of impatience.

"That's right, I'm your opponent, so I just agree. Why should I worry about you?"

The words were rough but the logic was sound. All parties involved agreed and they really had no reason to refute. However, it was against common sense for a woman to go on stage to compete, and the condemnation on the stage still did not die down.

"Your Highness, this is unacceptable. Martial arts competitions are our path to advancement, not something for the noble ladies of Lingcheng to play with. I hope Your Highness will reconsider and expel this woman from the martial arts arena."

As soon as these words were spoken, the situation changed immediately. The people below the stage valued every year's martial arts test so much. The person who won the first place would be promoted to a higher position and become the path they were eager to pursue. However, the competition they regarded as their hope turned out to be a plaything for the noble ladies of Lingcheng. How could they give up in this situation?

Thinking of this, the voices from the audience rose and fell.

The woman on the stage stood out from the crowd. Her expression didn't change at all as she listened to the overwhelming questioning from below.

"Everyone, I have never considered the martial arts test a game. I came to compete to show you my true abilities. I am taking this competition seriously. Yunqin law doesn't prohibit women from participating, so it makes sense for me to join the martial arts test. Why not? Are you afraid of a mere woman like me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people in the audience burst into laughter. They were all big and strong, and they could kill this delicate body with a slap. How could they be afraid of a little girl like her!

Lin Jiaojiao laughed and said, "You really don't know your own limitations."

Chu Wuqi said: "Let's see first."

No matter how much they argued, the final decision maker was Mo Cerong. He looked deeply at that resolute face. He didn't know when, only this expression emerged in his mind, firm and indifferent.

His mind couldn't help but recall the scene of seeing her at the Su residence that day. Back then, she looked desolate, as if she had lost all vitality, as fragile as a piece of paper.

"Have you decided?"

Su Yanhua said nothing, but her eyes became firm.

Mo Cerong knew that Su Yanhua had to participate at this time.

He waved his hand and stood with his back turned.