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

Wu'er's gaze drifted to Nalan Yanyu, who had just appeared so calm and composed. At that moment, a faint yet brilliant light flashed across Nalan Yanyu's previously calm eyes. That light was like a stone suddenly dropped into a pool of still water, instantly stirring up ripples.

Su Yanhua panicked and covered her bleeding arm. The bright red blood flowed out through the gaps between her fingers, like a stream of despair flowing.

She endured the pain and ran forward like an arrow with her strong will, every step seemed like a race against death.

The originally delicate and cold face now seemed to be attacked by frost, becoming pale and weak, as if all the color and vitality had been sucked away, leaving only a hint of deathly silence.

She could clearly feel that her strength was disappearing bit by bit like the sand in an hourglass. Her steps inevitably slowed down, and every time she lifted her foot it felt as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing on her foot.

At this moment, a pair of warm and powerful hands tightly hugged her waist like an iron clamp, and Su Yanhua's whole delicate body instantly fell into the thin but safe arms.

A faint medicinal fragrance quietly approached her nose like a ghost. The smell was so familiar, like a bright light in the darkness, illuminating the softest corner of her heart.

Smelling this familiar breath, Su Yanhua's tense heartstrings finally relaxed. She could no longer hold on, her eyes went dark, and she slowly fainted.

Nalan Yanyu looked at the weak Su Yanhua in front of him, a trace of worry flashed across his face. He picked up the slender hand to take her pulse, and his face instantly darkened.

Wu Er stood aside and asked, "Prince, how is Miss Su?"

Nalan Yanyu said in a deep voice, "It's very bad. Her Burial Flower Needle has taken effect, and there's another poison in her body. The two drugs are constantly eroding her body. If she doesn't get treatment, the consequences will be disastrous."

Wu Er didn't expect the situation to be so serious. He frowned and said, "I'll go call a doctor."

As he said this, he took a step forward.

"It's too late." Nalan Yanyu spoke up to stop him.

Wu'er paused and stared blankly at Su Yanhua in Nalan Yanyu's arms, at a loss as to what to do.

"What should we do then, Prince?"

His eyes were fixed on Su Yanhua in his arms. His face was pale, and even though he was unconscious, his brows were still furrowed, as if he was enduring great pain.

There was a hint of determination on Nalan Yanyu's calm face.

"Bring the ginseng—"

Wu Er thought he had misheard. He couldn't believe it and asked again, "Prince?"

"Bring it—"

Wu'er picked up the box she had just put away and held the edge tightly with both hands, but did not give it to Nalan Yanyu.

"Prince, this ginseng is a treasure. It can cure your illness!"

Nalan raised her eyes and looked at him calmly: "I am also treating her illness now."

Wu'er shook his head. How could they be the same?

The princess searched for a long time before finally finding this thousand-year-old ginseng. She was even willing to start a war to send it to the prince. But in the end, it had not even been in her hands for an hour before she had to use it on someone else.

Wu Er couldn't accept it at all. He pleaded again: "Prince, this is really not possible!"

What would the prince do without this thousand-year-old ginseng?

Nalan's calm eyes were filled with anger: "Bring it—"

"You will die! Prince!" Wu'er cried out in pain helplessly.

"Su Yanhua's life is my life!" Nalan Yanyu's face was extremely cold and ruthless: "This is an order!"

Wu'er knew very well how serious the consequences of disobeying the mysterious and majestic order would be. Every step she took felt like she was walking on the edge of a knife, and every breath she took seemed to carry endless pressure.

He stretched out his hand carefully, as if holding a fragile treasure, and handed the heavy box to Nalan Yanyu.

Nalan Yanyu opened the box, calmed his mind and cultivated his energy. A faint moon-white light lifted the ginseng up. The moon-white light instantly transformed into bright white, extracting the ginseng's thousand-year-old spiritual energy and transferring it to Su Yanhua's body.

Slowly.

Wu'er stood outside the door for half an hour. When he heard a noise, he ran in with a worried look on his face.

The ginseng that exuded a thousand-year-old spiritual energy now became dry and without a trace of luster, and was no different from ordinary ginseng.

Nalan stood up, picked up Su Yanhua and slowly placed her on the bed. His face was pale at this time, and he brushed away Wu'er's hand.

With a sickly expression, he ordered, "Take good care of her."

After saying this, Nalan looked at Su Yanhua deeply and turned away.

Wu'er looked at the weak face and sighed in her heart.

He really felt that Miss Su was here to bring bad luck to his son, and now, she had taken away the son's only life-saving ginseng.

The prince has always been calm and composed, but since he met Miss Su, everything he did was unexpected. Wu'er couldn't help but recall that day when he received the prince's order to go to Liuwang Village. When he arrived at Liuwang Village, he found that the prince was arguing with a strange woman. The woman looked at the prince with love, but the prince was unmoved.

Until the moment when the woman said that she had drugged Miss Su and destroyed her innocence, the calm and elegant prince's face changed drastically, and surging waves rose in his eyes. He looked at the woman with endless murderous intent. The woman must have never seen such a terrifying side of the prince. She wanted to escape, but the prince took her life first.

That day, the prince lost his mind and summoned the secret guards who had been hiding in the depths for many years, with the purpose of rescuing Su Yanhua.

Those secret guards have blood on their hands, are cold and ruthless, and are loyal only to the prince. They are the indispensable force for the prince to accomplish his grand plan. They have been protecting the prince in secret all these years and have never shown up. But today, for Miss Su, the prince is willing to expose his identity to rescue her.

All the bad things happened on this day. After a large number of secret guards were withdrawn, the secret guards sent by the emperor to hunt him down found the prince's whereabouts and killed him.

Those killers were so powerful in martial arts that they could only force them to retreat again and again. The prince was unfortunately injured in the chase. He couldn't bear to see such a stubborn prince die, so he could only knock the prince unconscious and carry him back to the mansion.

Wu Er stared at Su Yanhua and said viciously, "I don't know what kind of magic potion you gave the prince, you evil woman—"

After she finished speaking, the pale bad woman on the bed opened her bloodless lips and murmured: "Water...water."

Wu'er, full of resentment, poured water with a desperate look on his face, and then handed it to Su Yanhua's mouth.

Wu'er was filled with rage. Don't expect him to serve Su Yanhua well. He picked up the teacup and poured it into Su Yanhua's mouth without any mercy.

This unreasonable operation of caring for a patient naturally made the patient feel uncomfortable. Su Yanhua choked while drinking, and finally could not bear Wu'er's endless supply of water. She was choked and started coughing, and the water in her mouth sprayed towards Wu'er's face.

Wu'er's face instantly turned gloomy, and his face was covered with the water sprayed by Su Yanhua, which condensed into water droplets.

Looking at the weak woman on the bed, Wu'er really wanted to strangle her to death.

But he knew that if he really did that, the prince would strangle him to death.

He could only weakly say: "Bad woman—"