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

After Su Yanhua woke up, she found herself surrounded by darkness. She seemed to be trapped in a sack and was moving slowly.

She concentrated her dantian and tried to break free, but she found that her whole body was weak. Not to mention calming her breath and concentrating her mind, she couldn't even twist her body.

They must have done something to her while she was unconscious!

The two people holding her were still talking to themselves in front.

"Master didn't say to kill her?"

"I don't know yet. I have to report this to the real master in the palace. It would be bad if someone died."

Su Yanhua frowned. In the palace?

Could it be that this Shengxian Manor is related to the palace?

"Now what?"

"The master said she knew our secret and couldn't be allowed to escape. Now she can only be sold as a woman whose body odor was taken."

It seems that those women who are no longer useful are resold by them.

But where can I sell it?

"Did you give her medicine?"

"I drank it. I have to say that this woman is the most beautiful I have ever seen." The man sighed repeatedly: "What a pity, she is almost dead."

"That medicine is poison. How can you sell it and then feed it to her?"

"To prevent her from telling anyone, she had no choice but to leave her alive. Furthermore, her death couldn't be linked in the slightest to Shengxian Manor. So the master sold her to a domestic violence alcoholic. The poison would take effect slowly, and she would die without anyone noticing."

After he finished speaking, Su Yanhua's heart was shocked, and the coldness in his eyes seemed to freeze into ice.

This master is really cruel and ruthless. He kills innocent women to make rouge and then sells it again. They have no humanity at all and completely treat these women as tools to make huge profits.

hateful!

Now we can't just sit there and wait for death, we have to find a way to escape.

The surrounding environment was very quiet and no sound was heard. It seemed that they did not dare to walk on the main street. Now she was either in the mountains or in a sparsely populated alley.

wrong!

Su Yanhua suddenly heard a hawking voice in the distance. The catchy hawking voice was very familiar, and her eyes lit up.

It seems that she is in the alleys of Lingcheng, which makes things easy.

She flipped her wrist and a sharp blade slipped into her hand.

……

Lingcheng Tea House

The layout of the tea room in the private room was truly exquisite and elegant. There was no trace of the stereotyped, conventional ancient calligraphy and paintings hanging high on the walls.

Instead, there is a scene like a painting - clean and neatly arranged pictures of hundreds of teas fill the entire space of the tea room like a tide. Each picture of tea seems to be carefully carved, exuding a simple and elegant charm.

The tea sets placed on the table are so small and exquisite that people can't put them down. Each of them is like an exquisite work of art. The simple shape and elegant temperament blend together and complement each other, as if silently telling an ancient story about tea culture, giving people a tranquil and distant feeling, making people happy and intoxicated.

There were two people sitting in front of the teahouse. The man was wearing a moon-white robe with silver thread and dark floral patterns, which made him look tall and straight like jade. His face was as gentle as jade. He was a splendid and elegant person. The other woman was wearing a bright and noble emerald silk skirt that fell to her feet. Her face was bright and aloof.

The woman raised her eyes, pursed her beautiful lips, and spoke again: "Have you really thought it through?"

Nalan Yanyu smiled faintly and nodded slightly.

"Life is pretty good nowadays. There's no need to make a big fuss."

Yan Jinyao's expression was cold for a moment. She looked at the man in front of her with a smile on his face. He seemed so gentle, but she still couldn't see what he was thinking.

"Seventh Prince, I hope you will give this some thought. The previous dynasty was destroyed so tragically. Do you really want to be the unjust crown prince in an enemy country?"

His hand that was pouring the tea paused for a moment, and in an instant his eyes were filled with a storm, as if surging emotions were about to burst out, but in the end they just turned into smoke and were carried away by the wind.

He stood up and walked straight to the window, looking at the bustling crowd. The people were smiling, the bright sun was shining on them, and a beautiful and prosperous picture was revealed.

This complex feeling constantly washed away the hatred in his heart. It seemed as if there was a beast trapped in a cage deep in his heart. It kept beating the sturdy golden cage, clamoring and roaring desperately. As long as the sturdy chain was opened, it would be able to sweep away everything.

But when he thought of Nalan Mansion, the beast in his heart seemed to be appeased. There was no more frightening murderous aura. He sat obediently in the corner of the cage, licking his sharp claws.

"Jinyao, are you really willing to give up Dayan and help me restore my country?"

The voice was so faint that Yan Jinyao couldn't hear it clearly unless she listened carefully.

The arrogance on her bright and radiant face instantly disappeared, and a hint of melancholy moved in her eyes.

"Seventh Prince, you have forgotten that I am not only a princess of the previous dynasty, but also your only blood relative."

When the previous dynasty collapsed, only the two of them escaped. Unfortunately, they got separated, one went to the south and the other went to the north. Everything she does now is for Nalan Yanyu, because Nalan Yanyu is the only prince of the previous dynasty.

"But now you and I are living a happy and contented life. Why bother disturbing the peace and tranquility of this world?"

Yan Jinyao put on a cold smile, and that arrogant look bloomed again on her beautiful face.

"If you really live well in Yunqin, why would you let someone impersonate you and let the emperor find out?" Yan Jinyao changed the subject, her tone sharp, as if to expose Nalan Yanyu's false face.

"Do you know what happened to that man?"

He stood with his hands behind his back, and Yan Jinyao couldn't see his face clearly.

"When the emperor learned he was a prince of the previous dynasty, he secretly executed him and arbitrarily dragged him to a mass grave without even a coffin."

"This is his attitude towards you. If he finds out that you are the real prince of the previous dynasty, do you think he will let you go?"

Nalan Yanyu's back stiffened for a moment. He raised his eyes slightly, and a bone-chilling coldness flashed in his eyes.

"I have already given Yan Ruyu away."

After she finished speaking, Yan Jinyao's face cracked for a moment, and she almost couldn't control her dignified demeanor.

She stood there quietly, with a complex light flashing in her eyes. Her gaze was like an invisible silk thread, tightly wrapped around his back.

His back looked increasingly frail in her sight, as if it were just a slender bamboo that would break with a slight bend.

It was so tall and straight, as if it could hold up the whole world. But now, the once mighty tree finally died on the day it broke through the ground.

Yan Jinyao said with a complicated expression: "Nalan Yanyu, you are so cruel!"

Nalan Yanyu heard the footsteps in the distance, but still did not turn around. He looked at the green mountains and floating clouds in the distance, his eyes so calm that there was no emotion at all, as if he wanted to become a wisp of wind and go away with it.

"Prince, the princess is gone."

Wu'er behind him looked at the rare thousand-year-old ginseng on the table and couldn't help sighing in his heart.

The princess launched a war on her own just to meet the prince and discuss the plan of restoring the country, and to find the thousand-year-old ginseng to cure the prince's illness. Unexpectedly, the prince had no intention of restoring the country at all.

But Wu'er knew that the prince had complicated feelings. On the one hand, the Marquis had raised the prince and was unwilling to leave. On the other hand, the prince was worried about someone. All these things made it impossible for Nalan Yanyu to remain firm in his beliefs.

Wu'er put away the box and turned to look at Nalan Yanyu's figure. Out of the corner of his eye, a familiar woman came into his sight.

Wu Er paused, pointed to the distance and said, "Sir, isn't that Miss Su?"