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

Wang Wanning scoffed, her expression filled with arrogance. "You say it's yours, right? You asked for the goose, but I paid first." She placed the banknote on the table and said, "Waiter, no need to give me the change. Just wrap it up for me."

Cui'er had never seen such a rude person before, and her face turned red with anger: "You are so unreasonable. I asked for this wine goose first, so it is naturally mine. It is useless for you to pay for it." After saying that, she wanted to take the banknote away.

The maidservant beside Wang Wanning blocked her way and shouted, "How dare you! Do you know the status of my young lady? How can you be so rude?"

Cui Er snorted: "I don't care who you are, the real rude one is you. I don't know which noble lady you are from, you are really uneducated."

Wang Wanning was a noble lady from Lingcheng. She had to be humble when she saw her. How could she be insulted like this? Her face turned pale and her eyes widened with anger: "Clinique, slap me in the face."

After she finished speaking, the maidservant beside her came up and was about to hit Cui'er, but she was grabbed by the wrist halfway, and the force was so great that Clinique howled in pain.

Wang Wanning looked and saw a woman in blue coming over. She was tall and slender, with a graceful posture, skin as white as cream and a fragrance as fragrant as orchid. Her temperament was gentle and elegant, but her eyebrows and eyes were cold and her face was as cold as ice.

Wang Wanning exclaimed in surprise: "Su Yanhua—"

Su Yanhua was not one to get along with a maid, so when she heard Clinique's cry of pain, she immediately let go of her and pushed her aside.

"My maid, when will it be your turn to take action?"

It had only been a few days since they last saw each other, but Wang Wanning discovered that Su Yanhua had changed. She couldn't tell what had changed. It seemed to be her temperament, or perhaps her conversation. In short, she was more annoying than before.

"Why, Your Majesty, you are no longer pretending to be gentle and flattering."

Everyone among the noble ladies of Lingcheng knows that Su Yanhua likes Mo Cerong to death. Every time the noble ladies of Lingcheng gather together, Su Yanhua is just a gentle little tail behind Su Ruoxi, and only when Mo Cerong appears, will she show a flattering look. Wang Wanning gets along well with Su Ruoxi, so naturally she can't stand Su Yanhua's white lotus character.

Su Yanhua smiled and said, "Now that Xingjian is not here, you don't pretend to be gentle and shy anymore?"

Most of the noble ladies from Lingcheng who came here to eat wanted to meet Xingjian by chance in Yunxuan Pavilion.

Although the noble ladies in Lingcheng all wanted to be the one and only in Xingjian's heart, none of them said it out loud. It was like a treasure that everyone would like, but if one person made it clear that he wanted to get her, he would become the target of public criticism. Wang Wanning was a noble lady who loved Xingjian. Wang Wanning kept her thoughts deep, and almost no one knew about it. Recently, Su Yanhua exposed her thoughts so casually in public. Wouldn't she be annoyed?

"How can you call Master Xing by his name? Don't slander Master Xing and me. The Xing clan has benefited Yunqin. Master Xing is a man of elegance and refinement. I won't allow you to slander him like this."

Su Yanhua really wanted to laugh. She was clearly talking about Wang Wanning, so why did she keep calling him "young master"?

"A name is for addressing, and besides, it's simple and elegant."

Su Yanhua sneered, without a trace of smile in her eyes: "It's easy to draw the skin of a tiger, but difficult to draw its bones. You can only know a person's face but not his heart. Xing Jian is nothing but a despicable and shameless villain."

After he finished speaking, the noble ladies who were close to Su Yanhua fell silent. Wang Wanning did not expect Su Yanhua to be so bold. Who was Xing Jian? Even the emperor had to give him some face.

Wang Wanning shouted, "How dare you, Su Yanhua, you are slandering the Xing Clan."

Xing Jian represents the Xing clan, and the Xing clan is so important to the Yunqin Kingdom. Putting such a charge on Su Yanhua is just to make Su Yanhua's life difficult.

The brave lady immediately stood up and accused him, "Su Yanhua, who allowed you to insult Master Xing like this? Master Xing is a generous and honest person. You are going too far in smearing him. You need to apologize to Master Xing."

With someone taking the lead, several noble ladies also echoed each other, and it seemed that the situation could not be resolved unless Su Yanhua apologized.

Su Yanhua didn't bother to pay attention to these love-brained girls. Their minds were completely focused on the Third Young Master. If they said a word to their loved ones, they would fight to the death as if their parents had died.

Su Yanhua wrinkled her nose slightly, showing her impatience.

"Wang Wanning, there's no need to be so anxious to accuse me. Xing Jian is Xing Jian, and the Xing clan is the Xing clan. Xing Jian is a grown-up and doesn't need the Xing clan to nurse him anymore. Children can ask adults to resolve their mistakes, but adults should take responsibility for their mistakes." Su Yanhua turned her head to look at the noblewoman who was accusing her, and there was a hint of coldness in her smile: "You don't know him, so how do you know he's innocent? And he's innocent to you."

After saying this, Cui'er couldn't help but smile. She had never realized before that her young lady had such a eloquent voice that could choke people to death.

"Apologize, maybe in the next life." Su Yanhua thought for a moment: "Unless, he calls me dad."

This sentence was extremely arrogant. Wang Wanning thought of Su Yanhua who had been so gentle and considerate behind Su Ruoxi before, and felt that the face in front of her was even more hateful. She immediately made a gesture.

Several maids came forward, opened their claws and tried to catch Su Yanhua. This attack made Cui'er unable to help but hold on to her young lady tightly.

Su Yanhua said: "Stand back."

The maids thought that with so many people around, they would definitely force the man's head to apologize to Wang Wanning. However, as soon as they grabbed it, the man disappeared. Before they could react, they felt a pain on their shoulders. With almost no time to buffer, they fell to the ground, wailing in complaint.

The woman curled her lips and smiled: "Give it or not?"

Wang Wanning swallowed nervously. She suddenly remembered that the person in front of her was the daughter of General Yun Qinsu. She had practiced martial arts since childhood. How could she, a few maids, be able to deal with her?

It's no wonder that Wang Wanning underestimated her enemy. Over the past few years, her impression of Su Yanhua was that she was a follower behind Prince Mo. At a glance, she could see through the woman's red face and silly smile, and almost forgot that she was a person with martial arts skills.

Su Yanhua snatched the wine goose from Xiaoer's hand, turned to look at Wang Wanning and thanked her. Wang Wanning had no choice. She couldn't talk him out of it, and she couldn't beat him back. She could only grit her teeth and watch Su Yanhua's figure gradually leave.

The waiter was embarrassed and wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking towards the box on the second floor with trepidation.

The general's daughter was truly courageous. Not only did she scold the young master, she also took advantage of him. The most incredible thing was that the young master didn't even take any action and let her leave.

The man in blue in the box on the second floor had already been laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back, and his whole graceful demeanor had been completely lost.

"This girl is so funny. This is the first time I've heard you're like a goose. You're also a despicable villain, and I still recognize you as my son. Hahahaha."

The man in green was laughing until he saw Xing Jian's face getting darker and darker, and suddenly he dared not laugh anymore.

Outside Yunxuan Pavilion, Cui'er took the goose from Su Yanhua's hand. Puzzled, she asked directly, "Miss, you seem to dislike Master Xing very much."

She has been with the young lady for so many years, but the young lady has never liked going out and doesn't even recognize all the noble ladies in Lingcheng. What's more, she has never dealt with the rare Xing Jian. Cui'er doesn't know why her young lady has such a big prejudice against Mr. Xing.

Su Yanhua stopped and said calmly, "He's not a banknote, why does he need so many people to like him?"

In her previous life, she made a fool of herself at the Hundred Flowers Banquet and became the laughing stock of Lingcheng. It was not only Su Ruoxi's frame-up, but also Xing Jian's help. If it weren't for Xing Jian, Su Ruoxi would not have been so happy.

Su Yanhua thought of Su Ruoxi's proud face in her previous life, and when she talked about Xing Jian's special feelings for her, her heart was filled with hatred. The noble lady boasted that Xing Jian was not like an ordinary person, but she thought it was all a joke. Xing Jian mistook fish eyes for pearls and actually had feelings for Su Ruoxi. It would be better if she didn't have those eyes, but she was the only one who understood the whole story, and she told Cui'er that she couldn't explain it.

As soon as she entered the Su Mansion, the sharp-eyed maid stepped forward and saluted Su Yanhua.

"Miss, the master asked you to go to Weiting."

Su Yanhua was puzzled: "Dad is entertaining guests at Weiting?"

The maid nodded.

Su Yanhua was puzzled. Her father usually entertained guests at Wei Ting, a place they were not allowed to visit easily, so why did he suddenly ask her to go there?

Su Yanhua gestured to Cui'er to go back to the courtyard, and walked towards Weiting alone. The long corridor was paved with marble, and her footsteps made a heavy sound when she stepped on it. The corridor was quiet in the shadow under the vines, with occasional voices. Before she walked in, she saw Mo Cerong in black.

Su Yanhua's eyes immediately became cold, her lips were tightly drawn, and the thin willow branches hanging down like the spring rain in March made her feel cold.