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

"Here he comes, General Su is here—"

The common people cheered and lined the streets to welcome him. General Su rode his steed slowly towards them, and the soldiers behind him marched in step, their steps majestic and impressive.

At the very back, a mighty and imposing procession emerged—Princess Yan's honor guard. This procession advanced with a majestic and powerful presence, preceded by awe-inspiring soldiers. Clad in heavy armor and armed with sharp weapons, they marched forward with firm, powerful steps, as if determined to break through any obstacles.

Behind these soldiers, an exquisitely decorated jade sedan slowly advanced. Ornate curtains hung around the sedan, completely obscuring the Great Yan Princess's carriage. Yet, through the gaps in the curtains, a glimpse of its opulence and exquisite craftsmanship could still be seen. This impressive honor guard fully demonstrated the high regard and respect that Great Yan held for Princess Yan Jinyao. Every detail underscored the Yan Empire's strength and its recognition of the princess's status.

Yan Jinyao sat upright in the middle of the sedan chair, wearing a gorgeous dress with the hem of her skirt spread on the soft white silk carpet below. She had a high bun on her head, and her exquisite shoes were fox-faced, with two pink cloud beads on them, and the base was made of tangerine wood. Her cold eyes were filled with natural arrogance.

"Sister, how long will it take to get into the city?" The little princess sitting next to Yan Jinyao could no longer contain her excitement. The little princess was only sixteen or seventeen years old. She was wearing a pink satin palace dress embroidered with gold crabapple flowers and a ruby ​​and gold hairpin on her head, which showed her girlish aura and charming cuteness.

"Hasn't we seen the city gate?" Yan Jinyao said calmly while drinking tea.

The little princess was stunned for a moment, then quickly opened the curtain and looked out. The crowd was filled with the faces of ordinary people, and on the city gate in front of her were written two big words: Lingcheng!

"Sister, you are so amazing. You knew we had entered the city without even looking outside!" said the little princess happily.

"The view here is so beautiful, and the floors are so elegant, so grand!"

Yan Jinyao smiled but didn't look up, still looking at her books.

"Ah, is that Master Xing?" the little princess called out loudly, her soft voice filled with clarity: "Master Xing!"

Su Yanhua was stunned when she saw this scene. She didn't expect Yan Jinyao to be so lively and looked a little petite, but as the curtain opened again, Su Yanhua dismissed her previous idea.

A beautiful face like a blooming peony shines through the bright sunlight, reflecting her fair and translucent face. The most beautiful face in the world cannot compare to this beauty.

This is Yan Jinyao!

Unique softness and sharpness, a very clever fusion of temperament!

Yan Jinyao seemed to see Xing Jian, smiled, and nodded.

Her gaze slowly shifted to Su Yanhua. At that moment, her eyes became incredibly deep, as if filled with endless secrets and stories. Those eyes were like a bottomless well, calm and mysterious.

Su Yanhua looked over with a cold expression, her pair of light eyes like the stars in the dark night, motionless as a mountain.

The curtain slowly dropped, and Su Yanhua couldn't help but ask, "Do you know Princess Dayan?"

Xing Jian nodded: "A powerful woman like her, when representing the interests of various countries, will always meet!"

"So, are you representing the Xing Clan or Yun Qin?"

Xing Jian leaned forward, his face was picturesque, and there was a fascinating hint of laziness and aloofness between his brows.

"It's all the same, because I'm on the stronger side."

His eyes flashed with arrogance, as if everything in the world was nothing but dust in his eyes.

Su Yanhua suddenly discovered a striking resemblance between Xing Jian and Yan Jinyao—a sense of superiority emanating from their brows. However, this arrogance wasn't limited to them alone; Nalan Yanyu and Mo Cerong also possessed it. This aura seemed innate, making them stand out among a crowd of thousands, like a crane standing alone among chickens. It was precisely because of this that they became the objects of pursuit, the focus of the world's attention.

The reason for their confidence is that they are powerful people in the world, with noble status and fierce means. In negotiations involving interests of various countries, they are often the first to rush forward.

"What's wrong with you? Why have you become so stupid?" Xing Jian touched Su Yanhua's hair bun, which was smooth without a single pearl or jade.

Xing Jian frowned. "Don't you girls all love beauty? Why don't you ever wear a pretty hairpin?"

"Why wear that? It's troublesome!" Su Yanhua said.

She has never been keen on dressing up; that's not her nature. Besides, as a martial artist, she wields swords and guns all day long, so it's useless for her to wear pretty clothes and comb her hair in a pretty bun.

"Show me, I like you no matter what you look like." Xing Jian's phoenix eyes were filled with smiles: "But I haven't seen you dressed up beautifully yet."

Su Yanhua rubbed the goose bumps on her body and said speechlessly: "If I dress up, it's for myself to see, why should I show it to you!"

"Then I want to see if it's okay?" Xing Jian was about to say something else when he saw Su Yanhua coming down the stairs, and he hurriedly followed her.

"Yanyan, wait for me!"

"I want to go home, don't follow me."

"I'll give it to you, Yanyan."

"Yanyan..."

"Don't call me such a disgusting name."

Yan Jinyao, who was sitting in the sedan chair below, stared intently at the two people who came out of the compartment, and then lowered the curtain.

"Why are you laughing so happily, Mr. Xing?" The little princess pouted and said with a dissatisfied look on her face, "Sister, do you know who that woman is?"

Dressed in a plain blue dress, with a delicate, impassive face, she resembled the unmelted snow on the mountains, a beauty of pure, translucent beauty. The woman, with black hair and a snowy dress, rode the wind, her figure slender. Her eyes were pure and elegant, and her expression was indifferent, giving her a rather otherworldly air.

This woman should be Su Yanhua who won the martial arts test some time ago!

"Su Yanhua! Is she the woman famous for her martial arts?" The little princess asked in surprise, "But isn't she Prince Yun Qinmo's fiancée? Why is she with Young Master Xing?"

Having said that, the little princess became unhappy again, and her charming little face wrinkled.

Yan Jinyao lowered her eyes, smiled softly, and said, "Okay, don't be unhappy. I'll ask the maid to buy you some food, okay?"

Upon hearing this, the little princess nodded with a smile: "Okay, sister, I want to eat candied haws. I just saw a candied haws on the street, which is really big."

Yan Jinyao agreed: "I'll ask Zhuiyun to buy it for you."

Yan Jinyao called Zhuiyun over and handed her the silver in her hand with a smile, with a small roll of paper inside.

Zhuiyun's eyes were calm and with a hint of alertness. After taking the object in his hand, he held it tightly and turned away.