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

Yunxuan Pavilion

On this day, the Yunxuan Pavilion still had a huge customer flow. The first floor was packed with people chatting animatedly.

In a side room, the only sound left was the breathing of two men. Qing Zhizhou looked at his favorite pickled goose and lost his appetite instantly. He raised his eyes and looked at the lazy and wanton man, with a sneer in his eyes.

"You seem so happy and at ease. I didn't expect you to give her the Xing Clan's treasure, Fengming Jiutian." Qing Zhizhou's tone was tentative: "Do you know what this means?"

Xing Jian said nothing, continuing to savor his tea, his expression cold and without a trace of evil.

Just now he was acting like Yanyan was reluctant to leave, but now he is pretending to be calm. Does he have two faces?

"Then I won't ask you that. You've returned before the elders' affairs have been fully resolved. Aren't you afraid that your adopted brother will get there first and win over everyone?"

Having said this, Xing Jian glanced at Qing Zhizhou.

"He doesn't have that ability. Besides, there's no need to keep someone who can be bribed."

The calm tone was mixed with a hint of ruthlessness.

Qing Zhizhou couldn't help but think of the affairs of the Xing clan. Those elders were loyal to the old and young masters on the surface, but in fact they were loyal to Xing Jian's brother - Xing Min. Who knew that Xing Min was not capable of doing anything important. He quarreled with another young master over a trivial matter and was put in solitary confinement.

But somehow, after reflecting on himself behind closed doors, Xing Min suddenly became steady as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. It happened that at this time various powerful families attacked, and Xing Min took the lead in killing them, and made a great contribution. This move won the hearts of the elders and many elders in the clan changed their views on him.

Those elders wrote to the emperor one after another to hand over the important matters of the clan to Xing Min. He was extremely anxious after hearing this, so he found the injured Xing Jian and brought him back to the Xing clan to deal with the matter. After Xing Jian came back, he handled the matter swiftly and decisively, shattering the conspiracy of those elders. There was no one in the Xing clan who was not afraid of Xing Jian. Anyone who dared to express dissatisfaction with Xing Jian at this time would be shattered by a palm of Nine Yang True Qi.

Xing Jian's return temporarily suppressed Xing Min's restless thoughts, but that day Xing Jian heard the news about Su Yanhua, and immediately threw the things in his hands to him, and went alone in the direction of Yun Qin, leaving him alone to face these stubborn elders.

Fortunately, Xing Jian's deterrent power is still there, and the people of the Xing clan dare not act presumptuously again. Besides, Emperor Yun Qin holds regular palace banquets, and Xing Jian must attend. There are also old Xing clan members in the clan, so naturally the elders dare not say anything!

Qing Zhizhou raised his tear-stained eyes and said, "Don't you forget who sent the assassin in black that day?"

When Xing Jian is in the Xing clan, no one dares to attack him, but once he leaves the Xing clan, the bloody storm of the Xing clan will be ready to sweep him into it.

"Your brother can no longer tolerate you. You'd better make a decision soon."

He walked straight ahead, his cold eyes still as icy as ever.

"Don't worry, if he dares to overestimate his own abilities again, I won't care about my father's feelings."

Qing Zhizhou nodded secretly and said, "The old master heard about Xu Qing's situation and asked you to eliminate the root of the problem as soon as possible."

After all, the Xing Clan has always been so cruel to those who rebelled.

Unexpectedly, Xing Jian only uttered two words calmly and firmly: "No—"

"Why, you're not still considering her relationship with the late Madam, are you?" Qing Zhizhou said, "Do you know that she's already taken advantage of the late Madam by arbitrarily using the power of the Ghost Market? She has no guilt towards the Xing Clan or the late Madam at all. What's the point of keeping such an ungrateful person?"

But no matter what Qing Zhizhou said, Xing Jian did not move at all.

Xing Jian drank the tea in one gulp, his eyes flickering.

"She's still useful to me!"

It is of great use!

Su Yanhua only felt that she had slept for a very long time. Her previous dreams were all about the gentle scenes of Jiang Youbai, but for some reason this time she dreamed of Xing Jian.

He was dressed in elegant white clothes, looking at her casually, his eyes gentle and firm, his voice lazy and nonchalant.

"come over-"

Su Yanhua suddenly stopped and dared not move forward.

After a while, the corner of his lips raised, revealing that signature, slightly devilish curve. He looked down at her reaction, a few laughs emanating from his chest, and gently rubbed her forehead with his hand.

"I will protect you—"

I will protect you. These words echoed in her ears like thunder, forming a spell that controlled her body and mind.

She raised her hands and placed them on the big palms. The endless warmth from those hands wrapped around her and gave her energy. She looked up and saw that the firm and powerful eyes had turned into disgust, and the handsome face had turned into Wu'er's appearance.

Her heart trembled suddenly, as if an electric current instantly passed through her body. The sudden tremor made her consciousness clear in an instant.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the bed curtains around her in confusion. The voice that had been lingering in her ears like a spell had now disappeared, replaced by a series of merciless complaints.

"Aren't you a martial artist? You keep asking the prince to save you. I think you're not in good health, so you should exercise more."

"You're not that good looking. The prince must be blind to fall for you."

"She has a bad temper, can't smile, and can't play the piano, chess, calligraphy, or paint. She doesn't act like a girl at all."

"If you don't get up, I won't care about you anymore. Which noble lady in Lingcheng can sleep for two days like you?"

These complaints were like sharp needles, pricking her newly awakened brain, causing her to frown slightly, with a hint of confusion and helplessness flashing in her eyes.

Su Yanhua slowly stood up and saw Wu'er cleaning the house next to her, and her mind was in a daze.

She fainted in a man's arms that day, and it turned out that man was Nalan Yanyu!

"I was unconscious for two days?"

Looking at Wu'er's back, Su Yanhua asked unconsciously.

Wu Er turned around when he heard the voice and said in a dissatisfied tone: "You are finally awake, otherwise my prince would have disobeyed the emperor's order for you again."

Su Yanhua was puzzled and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Have you forgotten that today is the Emperor's palace banquet, and all the civil and military officials and the noble ladies of Lingcheng are to attend, and you've already slept until noon." Wu'er complained, but she also spoke up for the prince: "The prince has been taking care of you these past few days. Seeing that you haven't woken up yet, he almost declined the palace banquet to take care of you."

In fact, it is okay to refuse this kind of banquet, but this palace banquet is different. It is not only to welcome the Princess of Dayan, but also to demonstrate the strength of Yunqin, so the emperor attaches great importance to it.

Since he attaches great importance to it, he requires every minister and noble lady to attend. The emperor already has some doubts about the prince. If he refuses, it will be regarded as contempt of authority for the emperor.

Su Yanhua didn't expect that she had slept for two days and now had no idea what was happening outside.

"What about him?"

Before Wu'er could say anything, Nalan Yanyu, dressed in a moon-white robe, pushed the door open and walked in.

Su Yanhua discovered that Nalan Yanyu's face was extremely pale, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

Needless to say, Nalan Yanyu used his internal energy to save her again.

The last time he fell off a cliff to save her, his injuries had not yet fully recovered, but this time, he saved her again, making his injuries even worse.

Su Yanhua's heart was like a net woven by countless silk threads, entrapping her completely and tightly, as if any gap was ruthlessly blocked.

"Are you ok?"

"Of course not, the prince did this for you..." Wu'er was about to say it when she heard this.

"Wu'er—" Nalan Yanyu intimidated him with a sharp look. Wu'er opened his mouth, but finally turned around in anger and stopped talking.