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

"comparable."

Su Yanhua thought that no matter whether Mo Cerong refused or not, she had already won the match. If he really wanted to stop her, she would kill him together.

Hearing this, she was stunned.

I didn't expect Mo Cerong to agree.

She lowered her eyes, turned around and went to the martial arts field.

After Prince Mo spoke, the people in the audience did not dare to say anything. Besides, how big a storm could a mere woman cause? This time, the people in the audience began to look at the woman with pity in their eyes.

Poor little girl, she is so weak, I’m afraid she will suffer!

The audience craned their necks, eyes wide open, their gaze fixed on the stage, expressions of excitement and anticipation on their faces. This match was more intense than any other. They whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with curiosity and worry, wondering what kind of blow this seemingly fragile girl would suffer.

The middle-aged man stared at Su Yanhua obscenely and said in a teasing tone, "Little girl, it's not too late to admit defeat now, otherwise don't blame me for being merciless."

So much to talk.

Without frowning, she flicked her wrist, snatched up the spare soft sword from the field, and thrust forward. The fierce attack startled the man, and he dodged in panic. The woman flashed, rushing towards the middle-aged man with ghostly speed. Her swordsmanship was sharp and varied, dazzling the eyes. Startled, the middle-aged man quickly displayed his martial arts to counterattack, but was quickly overwhelmed by the woman's momentum.

People discovered that this woman's martial arts skills were very superb!

As the battle became more intense, people's heartbeats began to accelerate, and some people couldn't help but clench their fists.

Although this woman had no internal strength, her attacks were flexible and varied, and each move was fierce. It was difficult for ordinary people to withstand it, and everyone's expressions began to become serious.

The middle-aged man also noticed the fierceness of the woman's attack. Sweat covered his forehead. He dodged the woman's attack again, and blood flowed from his arm.

Xie An in the audience chuckled and said, "This woman is really smart. She can see his weakness."

Lin Jiaojiao, who was standing next to her, felt uncomfortable. She had never heard Brother Xie An praise anyone else. He said that except her, no other woman could catch his eye.

Chu Wuqi frowned: "Oh no, he's going to use his internal energy."

The man took a deep breath, gathered all his internal strength, and thrust his palms forward. A powerful airflow suddenly roared out, heading straight for the woman's face.

Seeing this, the woman's face changed and she quickly dodged to the side, but was still knocked back a few steps by the aftermath.

She gritted her teeth and swung her sword again, trying to break through the man's internal defense.

However, the man's internal energy formed a protective shield that she could not easily break through.

After several rounds, the woman began to feel exhausted and her swordsmanship became increasingly chaotic.

What to do? She couldn't break through at all.

At this moment, she suddenly had an idea, turned the sword tip, and stabbed the man's acupuncture point. The man was caught off guard and was stabbed in the acupuncture point, and most of his internal energy was instantly lost.

The woman took advantage of the opportunity and stabbed the man in the chest with a sword, and the man fell to the ground.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience. No one had expected that a seemingly weak woman could defeat a strong enemy with martial arts. The audience was silent for more than ten seconds, and all eyes were focused on the woman on the stage.

The woman was dressed in a simple white dress, but she looked rather disheveled. She stood tall and straight on the martial arts field, her eyes firm and deep, revealing an indomitable spirit.

The Jinwu Guard beside him came to his senses and beat the drum vigorously.

"Su Yanhua wins!"

This sound resounded in everyone's heart. The Yun Qin Kingdom was a completely feudal society, and social development still maintained the traditional concept of men farming and women weaving. In addition to taking imperial examinations to serve the country, men could also win the emperor's favor through the annual poetry and martial arts competition.

Women stayed indoors and most of them were busy farming at home. Only the noble ladies of Lingcheng could learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and were taught to read and know etiquette. It was an existence that was out of reach for the women of Yunqin.

As for learning martial arts, usually people of low status would sell themselves into slavery and become someone else's dead body, not even having the qualifications to enter the martial arts arena for the first time.

Su Yanhua, a woman of elegant temperament and beautiful appearance, was also a highly respected noblewoman in Lingcheng. However, people's impression of her remained one of weakness, cowardice, and pampering. Who could have predicted that such a seemingly fragile woman could win such a fierce competition? This result was as incredible as grinding an iron rod into an embroidery needle, a drop of water penetrating solid stone, and an iron tree blooming bright flowers. It was like the astonishment that the late emperor brought to the world when he overthrew the previous dynasty!

At this moment, Su Yanhua faced the gaze and scrutiny of the world for the first time. Her name had made a splash in the preliminary round of the Poetry and Martial Arts Competition, and her fame had spread far and wide. Previously unknown, she was now the center of attention, and both praise and criticism poured in like a tide.

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The first day of the martial arts test ended in such a grand manner. Everyone dispersed and noise poured in from all directions like a tide.

Cui'er ran over, her smile as bright as a flower: "Miss, you are really amazing. I was so nervous watching you from the audience."

Seeing her like this, Su Yanhua couldn't help but laugh and said, "Why, you don't believe me?"

Cui'er shook her head: "I believe you, Miss. I believe you no matter what you do."

These words made Su Yanhua feel warm in her heart, and she couldn't help but hold Cui'er's hand tightly.

To be honest, she never believed in herself during the competition.

"Su Yanhua—"

A low voice behind her made Su Yanhua stop.

Mo Cerong approached, and his calm eyes began to waver.

"Is your injury okay?"

Su Yanhua didn't understand why Mo Cerong always pretended to be kind and righteous after hurting her.

"Don't worry, Your Highness. My injury has healed."

Mo Cerong caught the scabby bloodstain out of the corner of his eye and took out a bottle of ointment from his sleeve.

"This is what Ruoxi gave you. She said that girls should not have scars."

Su Yanhua resisted the urge to throw away the bottle of ointment. She said indifferently, "If the prince has nothing else to do, I will leave first."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"That day, Ruoxi and I made it clear that I would marry you and grant you the title of princess."

Su Yanhua paused, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

She knew how much Mo Cerong liked Su Ruoxi, so how could he agree to marry her?

Without turning around, she asked calmly, "What about Su Ruoxi?"

Mo Cerong clenched his hand holding the plaster and said, "Promise her the position of concubine."

Su Yanhua smiled. She felt it was extremely ironic. In her previous life, she entered his palace as a concubine but was not loved by him. Now he asked her to marry him as a princess, but she didn't want it.

Su Ruoxi had been oppressed by her identity for so many years, and she wanted to get rid of her illegitimate status the most. How could she agree? This was just a means for her to retreat. However, there was no need for her to tell Mo Cerong, because even if she told him, he would not doubt Su Ruoxi. Even if he did, he would definitely protect her.

"No need for that. The position of princess should be given to whoever wants it."

After saying that, she strode away against the wind.

Some people are born noble, and Mo Cerong is one of those people. He may now feel that giving her the position of princess has wronged Su Ruoxi. In this case, why bother to do things that are hypocritical? She doesn't want to get involved in their tricks.

She will seek redress for her grievances herself!

If I remember correctly, the champion of the martial arts test can challenge the judges. The martial arts field is like a battlefield, and there are ruthless people everywhere. Why can't she be one of them?

As soon as Su Yanhua returned to the Zen temple, she saw Nalan Yanyu who had been waiting for a long time.

Standing facing the wind, Wu'er, who looked disappointed in him, was beside him.

Su Yanhua paused and tightened her mink cloak.

Wu Er's face lit up when he saw her: "Miss Su, you are back. My prince has been waiting here for half an hour."

Half an hour later, Su Yanhua frowned and looked at Nalan Yanyu's pale face.

"Why don't you wait for me inside? It's so windy outside."

Nalan Yanyu cast a gentle gaze at her: "You can't enter a woman's boudoir without permission. It's not good for your reputation."

Reputation? She was already like that in her previous life, so why would she care about reputation?

She couldn't help but scold Wu'er: "Your prince is unwell, and you don't even try to comfort him."

Wu Er said with a look of grievance: "Miss Su, please don't blame me. I tried to persuade the prince, but he didn't listen, so I will wait for you here."

"I've been waiting since the written test ended."

Su Yanhua felt a little guilty. She opened the door and called Cui'er to pour tea for Nalan Yanyu.

The tea was boiling, and smoke was curling up, filling the room with a hint of warmth.

"Is the chess game still there?"

As smooth as jade, a smile bloomed on the corners of his clear and stern mouth: "Yes, after you left, I specially asked Master Yideng to put it away."

Su Yanhua smiled and said, "I was not as skilled as them that day, but this time I have found a way to break through."

"You don't need to let me."

The wind outside was howling and it was very cold. A wisp of smoke rose in the house, and wisps of clouds from Mount Lushan were floating in the house.

The two men each held a chess piece and looked at the board calmly, both trying to figure out how to crack the game.