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

The package was slowly opened, and what came into view were really just a few pastries, emitting a faint fragrance.

The smile on Su Ruoxi's face froze. She couldn't believe it and said, "Pastry, impossible!"

She threw the cake in her hand to the ground, walked forward and lifted Cui'er's collar to ask, "Where is my hairpin? Where did Su Yanhua put it?"

"Give it back to me, give it back to me now!"

At this time, a maid quickly came over and whispered in Su Ruoxi's ear: "Miss, I just saw that your silver hairpin has been sent to the Dali Temple."

what!

Su Ruoxi's face was full of disbelief!

She suddenly realized that she had been tricked by Su Yanhua again!

Wuhua Mountain

"Your Majesty, are you really going to offend Miss Su Er?"

Xuan Tie looked at the man in a dark blue robe, with a naturally handsome appearance and an unspeakable sharpness and majesty.

Mo Cerong said: "After all, it was my fault that I failed to protect her. I can't blame her for accidentally killing someone."

Last night, the Dali Temple reported that Chunfeng Powder was found in Qian Da's system. How could he have drunk alcohol while intoxicated? Also, if he really intended to molest Miss Su Er, where did the aphrodisiac come from? Eyewitnesses confirmed that only Miss Su Er had entered Qian Da's room. These are all suspicious points.

He believed that the prince, who had been solving cases for many years, must have known the situation, but he didn't understand why the prince turned a blind eye to what Miss Su had done.

The two men came here to inquire about the Dali Temple's case handling situation. Before they reached the door, they saw a maid hurriedly coming with a box.

The maid saw Mo Cerong and saluted, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

Mo Cerong nodded and asked, "The Dali Temple is handling cases, and no outsiders are allowed in. Who sent you?"

The maid replied tremblingly: "Miss Su asked me to come. She said she had evidence to hand over to the Dali Temple."

As she spoke, the maid raised the box in her hand to prove what she said.

When Mo Cerong saw the box, his eyes narrowed.

I didn't expect that she still didn't believe him!

"Give it to me, I will hand it over to the Dali Temple." Mo Cerong stretched out his hand, with a hint of irresistibility in his tone.

The maid hesitated for a moment: "This..."

Seeing that Mo Cerong was reluctant to withdraw his hand, the maid could not refuse and handed over the box.

Xuan Tie was stunned and asked, "Prince?"

This contains evidence of Miss Su Er's guilt. Once it is handed over, Miss Su Er will definitely be identified as the murderer!

But if the prince doesn't hand it over to the Dali Temple, Miss Su will never trust the prince again!

Mo Cerong clenched the box in his hand and walked towards the entrance of Dali Temple. He seemed to have made up his mind that no matter what the outcome, he would protect Ruoxi well!

At this moment, a call came from behind: "Prince—"

The two turned around, and who else could it be but Su Ruoxi running towards them?

Xuan Tie frowned. The prince had finally made up his mind, but he was afraid...

Su Ruoxi knelt on the ground with her dress lifted up, tears streaming down her face.

"Your Highness, please just take Ruoxi and turn herself in. It would be better than living in such fear now. Ruoxi has been thinking back to the fear she felt that day. She is afraid every moment. If Ruoxi hadn't gone to your Highness, this wouldn't have happened."

The graceful woman was thin and wept breathlessly, "Now, Your Highness, I have to trouble you to exonerate Ruoxi. The Dali Temple has sentenced her to death. Ruoxi is a murderer who is condemned by the world. Your Highness, Ruoxi does not deserve your love. Ruoxi's body has become unbearable. At this point, only her death can resolve her fear and resolve the entanglement in Your Highness's heart."

Mo Cerong caught the determination in Su Ruoxi's eyes. He watched Su Ruoxi suddenly stand up and rush towards the pillar behind her, and he immediately lost his composure.

"do not want!"

Mo Cerong rushed over to stop Su Ruoxi. He hugged Su Ruoxi tightly and said, "It's my fault that I didn't think it through. A woman's reputation is very important to you. It's my fault that I didn't think it through."

Su Ruoxi said with tears in her eyes, "But Your Majesty, my sister has evidence against me. Once she hands it over to the Dali Temple, I will not be able to escape."

Mo Cerong handed her the box and said, "The things are here. I will not hand them over to the Dali Temple."

Su Ruoxi finally got the box. When she opened it, she saw the silver hairpin that she had dropped. The apricot blossoms on it were in full bloom. She smiled and said.

"Your Highness, do you still remember that this was the gift you gave to Ruoxi?"

Mo Cerong nodded: "I remember, I remember that you love apricot blossoms the most."

In the fifteenth year of Yun Qin, the previous emperor passed away, plunging the court into turmoil. At just ten years old, he faced a brutal battle for the throne, with both the current emperor and the fifth prince eyeing it covetously.

In the past, the Fifth Prince had tried to win over his mother, but failed. So, the Fifth Prince sent assassins to brutally murder his mother. He was then imprisoned in the palace.

In the palace, the servants treated him mercilessly. They withheld his food and frequently beat him. The weather during those two months was exceptionally cold, so cold that even rain froze into ice. Shivering in tattered clothes, he searched for food. Once, starving beyond endurance, he sneaked into the imperial kitchen and stole two steamed buns. He was discovered and brutally beaten, nearly to death.

As time went by, his body grew weaker and weaker, gradually turning colder, and his blood dyed the white snow red, creating a shocking scene.

When he thought he was about to be beaten to death, a female voice rang out: "What are you doing?"

When the servants saw her, they knelt down hurriedly: "Miss Su—"

The girl in front of him was wearing a red palace dress, with gold hairpins on her head and a red dress. She had delicate and beautiful eyebrows, skin as smooth as cream and a pair of clear and bright eyes. She looked only seven or eight years old. Her originally gentle and charming face had turned ferocious.

It seemed like he was threatening them, but the sound was unclear. It seemed that only he and the girl who saved him were left around.

"are you OK?"

It was a soft and timid voice, completely different from the sharp voice that had just been used to discipline the servant.

"Your nose is bleeding!"

She seemed afraid of hurting him, and she stretched out her little hand somewhat helplessly. She took out a silk handkerchief and handed it to him. Her slender, white jade fingers held the clean silk handkerchief, which was embroidered with a blooming apricot blossom, and it was very beautiful.

He slowly stretched out his hand. His fingers were wider than hers, but stained with blood and dirty. He watched his fingers stop and no longer move forward.

How could he accept her handkerchief when he was so unbearable!

The next moment, the girl put the handkerchief in his hand without any disgust, and seemed to have thought of something. She took out something wrapped in brown paper from her arms.

She slowly opened it, her eyes becoming bright and lively, as if she had opened a treasure.

The paper bag was opened, revealing several pastries that were crystal clear and delicious, emitting the aroma of pastries.

"This is apricot blossom cake, my favorite cake." The girl said softly, "I give it to you."

His stomach had been rumbling with hunger for a long time, and the bun he had just eaten could not satisfy him at all. He took the pastry with eager eyes and began to eat it greedily.

Maybe he ate too hastily and swallowed it without even chewing. The next moment, he choked and started coughing.

The little girl patted his back, her tone so childish and gentle: "Eat slowly."

He felt a little embarrassed. Although he was down and out now, he was still the prince of Yunqin. How could he be so rude? His face gradually turned red.

Suddenly, a maid's voice came from a distance: "Miss, where are you?"

"Miss-"

The girl's expression changed and her chubby face wrinkled instantly.

"Oh no, my mother must be getting impatient!" Nuwa's face flushed red with anxiety, as beautiful as rouge: "I should go now, take your time eating!"

With that, she left him and strode forward.