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

"Miss, would we be too harsh on the eldest lady by doing this?"

The woman in black stepped forward and said, "I don't want this to happen either, but as long as she's here, I won't be able to keep my position as princess."

She stopped and smoothed the maid's hair with her cold hands.

"Do you think I'm vicious?"

The cold fingers made the maid shiver. She lowered her head and said, "Miss, the eldest lady is from the Su Mansion after all. What will we do if she is discovered?"

The woman in black withdrew her hand and said calmly, "No."

"I can't see the road ahead clearly. Move the candle forward."

The maid carefully raised the candle and walked forward slowly step by step to illuminate the young lady.

"Miss, be careful..." she whispered, her voice soft and concerned.

However, at this moment, she suddenly stopped talking, as if frozen in place. Her eyes widened, filled with disbelief and astonishment. Her gaze was fixed on the front, and her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Large amounts of blood soaked her clothes, and she could no longer hold the candle handle. The candle fell to the ground, and the flame illuminated the indifferent face of the woman in black behind her.

Su Ruoxi pulled out the knife, blood splattered all over her face, but her eyes remained unblinking.

"That way no one will know."

After saying this, she pushed the maid away, stepped over the still burning candle and strode away.

The moon was as bright as day, with silver light all over the ground. Bright candlelight could be seen in the Zen temple. The whole house was ablaze with candles. A man in a heavy purple robe had his eyes fixed on the roster on the table.

There was a name written on the roster: Su Yanhua.

The name below was not written in words, as blank as his heart.

Xuan Tie beside him disappeared into the darkness, but his eyes were fixed on the roster.

Su Yanhua's victory over Wu Shi was already famous throughout Wuhua Mountain, so he had naturally heard about it, but he was not surprised. After she saved him during the last assassination attempt on Wuhua Mountain, he knew that her martial arts skills were not low.

Although he knew this, he was still worried. There were many masters this time, and the fight was merciless. Although she was good at martial arts, she had no internal strength. If she met an opponent with great internal strength, it was hard to say whether she could win.

The dim candlelight made Mo Cerong's brows look like a sharp sword, unable to cut off the sorrow in his heart.

"Mo Cerong, listen, one day I will kill you with my own hands."

The ruthless words and cold expression echoed in his mind. He closed his eyes, and there was no expression on his handsome face.

He wants to do something in his heart, but he doesn't know what to do. In other words, what is the reason for him to do something?

His thoughts were like threads tangled by an invisible hand, chaotic and clueless, making him feel disturbed, as if there was an unquenchable fire burning in his heart.

Finally he opened his eyes, picked up the brush with his big hands, dipped it in ink and started writing.

When Xuan Tie saw the name written by the prince, he felt relieved, as if a taut string suddenly relaxed.

"My Lord, are you asleep?"

There was a soft sound coming from outside.

Mo Cerong sat down and rubbed his brows: "Not yet."

Su Ruoxi opened the door and walked in with something in her hand.

Smiling, she said, "Your Highness, why are you still awake so late? I made a bowl of porridge for you."

Mo Cerong's expression softened: "You're not well yet, there's no need to do this."

Su Ruoxi's smile paused for a moment, then she smiled again and said, "My injury isn't serious. I just need to bandage it and stay still. It's the prince who's worried about the martial arts test every day, and that's the real problem."

After she finished speaking, she placed the porridge on the table. Suddenly, her peripheral vision caught sight of the name on the roster, and her eyes paused.

Every Poetry and Martial Arts Festival attracts countless people's attention and anticipation. Behind this lively event, there is a special character - the storyteller at the foot of Wuhua Mountain. His appearance seems to add a touch of mystery to the entire Poetry and Martial Arts Festival.

He talked about the experience, strengths and characteristics of each participant, allowing people to have a deeper understanding of them.

When it comes to the powerful contestants, the storyteller's descriptions are captivating and inspiring admiration. However, when it comes to the lesser-known or controversial contestants, the storyteller's assessments are merciless.

In short, if you want to know about the poetry and martial arts gathering, you have to rely on the storyteller's eloquent mouth.

Su Ruoxi had also heard a lot. If she remembered correctly, the person Su Yanhua was fighting against should be a person without internal strength. As for his victory in the first martial arts test, it was only because he met an opponent weaker than him in the first round.

Her thoughts flashed by, and she lowered her eyes and looked deeply at Xuan Tie.

Xuan Tie was stunned. He felt the prince's relaxed mood and left quietly.

"Li Hao?"

Mo Cerong was stunned. He didn't respond to what Su Ruoxi said.

"Why did the prince place Li Hao so far back?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Cerong realized that Su Ruoxi was talking about the roster.

"You know him?"

Su Ruoxi explained: "I don't know him, but I have heard of him."

He nodded and explained calmly, "Li Hao is from the Ba Dao Sect. He is an excellent swordsman and possesses a very deep inner strength. He should not be underestimated. I just haven't figured out his match yet."

Hearing this, Su Ruoxi placed the porridge on the table. She spoke softly, "I heard that Li Hao was the winner of the second group in the first martial arts test. He defeated his opponent and broke three of his ribs. He's quite ruthless. With Li Hao's precedent, the remaining group competitions were all a life-and-death struggle."

"It's more like a killing than a competition."

Mo Cerong narrowed his eyes, revealing a hint of solemnity.

Su Ruoxi suddenly realized that she had said the wrong thing, and she quickly explained: "Your Majesty, I also heard it from the storyteller in Wuhua Mountain."

Mo Cerong asked, "Is this how people outside view the Poetry and Martial Arts Competition now?"

Su Ruoxi nodded and said, "There are some similar rumors, but you can't blame them for spreading them."

"Everyone thought this competition was for promotions, but who knew they not only lost but also half their lives? Anyone in Wuhua Mountain could see their mutilated bodies and hear their wails, so naturally they were quite critical of the brutality of the martial arts test."

Mo Cerong was very surprised to hear this news; he had never expected such rumors to spread. Although there had been deaths in previous martial arts exams, the number was very small, and all participating masters had to sign a life and death agreement. Therefore, even if there were some dissatisfaction, it could be controlled to a certain extent.

However, this time, during the initial stages of the trials, so many martial arts masters had lost their lives or suffered serious injuries. If timely measures were not taken to stop the spread of such rumors, it would inevitably have a negative impact on the public's trust in the court and shake their support for its ideals.

Su Ruoxi, who was standing aside, saw the man's difficulties, and her eyes were focused on the group of opponents below Su Yanhua.

Chu Wuqi!

And his opponent is still blank.

Her thoughts raced through her mind as she spoke, "I've heard that Chu Wuqi of the Chu family possesses exceptional swordsmanship. He truly deserves to be called a humble gentleman. His opponent was the only one left unscathed in today's match, and the martial arts masters in the audience all praised him as an exceptional swordsman."

Upon hearing this, Mo Cerong couldn't help but think of Chu Wuqi on the stage today. He had an upright posture, and his swordsmanship was sharp yet elegant. He was indeed worthy of the word "modest gentleman".