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

"Princess, I have a distinguished guest today. Please go back."

Mo Qinghe said unwillingly: "Brother Nalan—"

Wu'er couldn't wait to step forward and gestured: Please come in!

Mo Qinghe wanted to say more, but seeing Nalan Yanyu's expressionless face, she didn't dare to make him unhappy again. She turned around, glared at Su Yanhua fiercely, and strode away.

At some point, only Su Yanhua and Nalan Yanyu, who had turned her back, were left in the yard. Su Yanhua stood there in a daze, not knowing how to start.

To be honest, every Nalan Yanyu she had met was a gentle and noble young man. Nalan Yanyu always maintained a gentle smile in front of her, and she had never seen him angry.

When he frowned, she felt a little scared. It was like a person who you always thought would never get angry suddenly got angry in front of you. At that moment, you would feel a little at a loss, just like Su Yanhua now.

The atmosphere now is a bit awkward!

Su Yanhua turned her eyes and scanned the surrounding environment.

The sky seems to be bluer today...

The ground seems to have turned yellow...

This mountain seems to be higher, this...

She suddenly saw Nalan Yanyu turning around. He had an immortal look, a gentle smile on his face, and was as elegant as jade.

This face seems to have changed again!

She thought Nalan Yanyu looked better when she smiled.

The gentle voice was like a breeze blowing through her ears: "What are you standing there for? Come in."

Su Yanhua came to her senses and realized that she had been standing outside stupidly for several minutes. She walked in and warmed herself up.

She asked, "You...you're not angry anymore?"

Nalan lifted his robe and sat down in front of Su Yanhua.

"I'm not angry."

Nalan Yanyu was telling the truth. Mo Qinghe alone was not enough to make him change his attitude.

Su Yanhua paused, but was not angry, which meant that he was just acting.

The air was filled with the crackling sound of burning charcoal.

"Are you here to thank me?"

Su Yanhua also sat down and pushed a cup of tea in front of her.

"Thank you for saving me yesterday."

Nalan Yanyu looked up at her, his eyes were deep and bright.

"Su Yanhua—"

The sudden call of her name made her heart unconsciously rise, and her eyes were fixed on those eyes.

"You owe me another favor."

His voice was low, clear and pleasant, and it penetrated her ears silently like the aroma of tea.

Su Yanhua’s principle is to never owe anyone a favor, but for Nalan Yanyu, it seems that he can never repay all the favors.

"How is your health now?"

Su Yanhua said: "I am recovering. Master Wuchan told me to use Fengming Jiutian more."

Nalan Yanyu did not change the way he brewed tea. He said calmly, "Fengming Jiutian is too domineering. It requires force to stimulate it. If you had obtained it yesterday, you wouldn't have suffered so much."

Su Yanhua was stunned: "You know?"

The man picked up the teacup on the table, and his slightly parted thin lips were tinged with an imperceptible tenderness.

"Yes, everyone is afraid of Li Hao, except you..."

"The bravest."

He looked at her, silent for a long time, and then spoke in a voice as gentle as the clear water waves.

"Fortunately, you're fine."

These words made Su Yanhua's hand tremble as she held up the cup, and the tea almost spilled out.

She seemed to feel something, but she wasn't sure what it was. She felt uneasy and suddenly found that the air here was so stuffy.

"You killed Li Hao, so be careful recently."

Su Yanhua was stunned for a moment, then she asked, "Are you saying someone is taking revenge on me?"

Nalan Yanyu nodded and said, "Wu'er said that Qian Da didn't come to the competition yesterday because he had been murdered."

"What?" Su Yanhua asked doubtfully, "Does he have an enemy?"

Nalan denied it, saying, "He was murdered. When he was found, there was a knife stuck in his chest." He then took out a silver hairpin and said, "Qian Da was holding it tightly in his hand. The murderer must have dropped it in a panic."

Su Yanhua took the hairpin and narrowed her eyes.

She recognized this silver hairpin; it belonged to Su Ruoxi. It seemed that she had deliberately arranged the competition with Li Hao yesterday.

No wonder, no wonder he came suddenly yesterday. It turned out that he wanted to see how she was tortured and killed. However, she still thought too simply of her. Not only did she not die, she also killed Li Hao.

"Li Hao is the leader of the Tyranny Sect. Half of the Tyranny Sect's revenue comes from him. Now that you've killed Li Hao, the Tyranny Sect will definitely not let you go." Nalan analyzed slowly, "She wants to use Li Hao to kill you. Even if she fails, the Tyranny Sect will not let you go. This shows how much she hates you."

This is what Su Ruoxi thought. If Li Hao couldn't kill Su Yanhua, then she would spread the news to inform the Badao Sect. The Badao Sect has always been very rampant in the martial arts world and hates evil. How could they not avenge Li Hao!

So no matter whether Su Yanhua kills Li Hao or not, she must die!

Su Yanhua had to say: What a good plan!

Nalan looked at her and asked, "Now, what are your plans?"

Su Yanhua forced a smile, but the smile did not reach her eyes: "Killing her would be too easy for her. I will crush everything she wants before her eyes."

Having lived two lives, she already knew what kind of person Su Ruoxi was, and also knew what Su Ruoxi was most afraid of losing. Once a person had weaknesses and desires, it was only a matter of time before she was defeated.

Su Yanhua stopped thinking about these upsetting things. She took a sip of tea and frowned slightly: "Isn't this the mist of Mount Lu?"

Nalan's eyes moved slightly as he said, "Last time I saw that you didn't like Lushan Clouds and Mist very much, so I changed to Moonlight White."

"Moonlight White?" Su Yanhua asked in surprise, "How is this made?"

"This kind of tea has a unique picking technique and must be made under the moonlight. It has a peculiar appearance, with white upper leaves and black lower leaves, just like moonlight shining on the tea leaves; the aroma is rich and lingering, and the taste is endlessly sweet." Nalan said slowly.

"I heard that tea in previous dynasties was made under moonlight. I didn't expect it to taste so interesting."

Nalan paused while drinking his tea, and after a moment he smiled again: "If you like, I'll ask Wu'er to make some for you."

Su Yanhua was stunned. She suddenly realized that she came to express her gratitude, so why did she drink the other person's tea and take his things?

She shook her head: "Don't bother, I don't usually like drinking tea."

Although she also liked the fragrance of tea, she was not as obsessed with tea as Xing Jian and Nalan Yanyu.

Su Yanhua sat for half an hour and found that Nalan Yanyu's face was getting paler and paler, as if he would fall down with a gust of wind. She didn't bother him any more and got up and left.

She walked and pondered. When she first met Nalan Yanyu, she found that he was very weak, but he was the only son of Nalan Hou. She heard that Nalan Hou attached great importance to him. He was a prince who had been living a life of luxury since childhood and was gentle and noble. What happened to make his body so weak?

Su Yanhua couldn't help but ask Cui'er: "Cui'er, do you know why Nalan Yanyu is so weak?"

Cui'er frowned at this question and said, "I don't know either. I heard that the prince was too naughty as a child and fell into the water, which caused him to have a chronic illness. In those years, the Marquis invited many doctors to treat him, but none of them could cure him."