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

"A concubine's daughter is a concubine's daughter. No matter what, she can't surpass the legitimate daughter."

"Even if the prince takes a fancy to her, she will ultimately be nothing more than a concubine."

Su Ruoxi stood there as if frozen in place, motionless, yet she could clearly feel the piercing gazes of the noble ladies around her. Those gazes were filled with mockery and ridicule, like countless sharp blades piercing her heart.

Su Ruoxi subconsciously clenched her hands tightly, her carefully finished red nails digging deep into the handkerchief in her hand, almost tearing it apart. Her once fair face was now flushed red with anger, and gloomy and terrifying, like the dark clouds in the sky before a storm.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something to refute the malicious looks and ridicule, but in the end she held it back.

But those beautiful eyes were burning with rage. If looks could kill, those noble ladies present at that moment would have been reduced to ashes long ago.

……

As soon as Su Yanhua arrived at the banquet venue, she didn't want to go in. She could hear the sweet laughter of the noble ladies outside. She had never gotten along with these noble ladies, so in order to avoid trouble, Su Yanhua wandered around the outer wall.

Fortunately, there is a large and lush peach blossom forest planted on the outer wall. The flowers are extremely gorgeous. From a distance, the sea of ​​flowers looks like a blazing fire, stretching for dozens of miles.

The breeze blew, and the petals fluttered down, like pink snowflakes dancing in the air, giving people a dreamlike feeling. Such a beautiful scenery is really intoxicating and makes people linger.

In the gentle breeze, the delicate, vibrant petals drifted lightly through the air like dancing fairies. A few petals drifted down, like celestial flowers, onto the body of a woman clad in a pink palace dress. The dress, perfectly tailored and soft in texture, seemed to blend seamlessly with the surrounding scenery, accentuating the woman's graceful and elegant figure.

Her soft, beautiful face was shrouded in a faint sadness and endless melancholy. Her beautiful eyes, slightly raised, brimming with tears, evoked a pity and love. Her slender, willow-leaf eyebrows curved gently, seemingly half-knitted, like two crescent moons perched on her fair forehead.

Isn’t this Xu Qing?

In Su Yanhua's memory, Xu Qing was a calm person who was indifferent to everything. How could he show such an expression?

It feels strange, as if being abandoned by the one you love.

There was another man standing opposite Xu Qing, but the gorgeous peach tree completely blocked the man's entire body, and only the hem of his clothes fluttering in the wind could be seen.

I don’t know what the two people said, but Xu Qing’s expression gradually changed from sadness to calmness, and his eyes stared stubbornly at the man who was walking away.

The wind blew her jet-black hair, making Xu Qing look very thin and slender. I couldn't see her expression clearly, but I could only hear her say lightly, "Miss Su—"

Su Yanhua was stunned. Knowing that the other party had sensed his presence, he walked out without hiding.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

The peach blossom forest is so small that two people standing there cannot be ignored.

Xu Qing was still staring at the direction where the man had left, immersed in sadness. She did not respond to Su Yanhua's words, but asked lightly: "Miss Su, do you like someone?"

like?

This question confused Su Yanhua. She lowered her eyes and thought for a while. Somehow, those firm and gentle words flashed in her mind again.

"I will protect you—"

Su Yanhua never had a single moment of wanting to conceal or deny her true inner thoughts and feelings. Even though she constantly reminded herself with her extraordinary rationality that there was absolutely no possibility of any romantic relationship between her and Xing Jian.

However, when she heard Xing Jian's firm and affectionate oath, her seemingly indestructible heart was involuntarily touched.

Su Yanhua had always been suspicious and disgusted with Xing Jian, and had even thought of ending his life with her own hands countless times.

She thought of herself as a fearless woman with a will as strong as steel. However, whenever she faced Xing Jian, this man seemed to have a magical power that could see through people's hearts. He could easily break through her layers of psychological defenses and hit the softest and most vulnerable corner of her heart.

Even though she tried her best to close her heart tightly, leaving no gap at all, the moment Xing Jian kissed her lips passionately and domineeringly, the sharp flying knife that she had held at her wrist and was ready to stab him in the chest at any time, was finally slowly put down because of the unspeakable reluctance in her heart.

But she didn't know if it could be defined as love?

I don’t know how deep this love is?

So Su Yanhua couldn't answer it yet.

"What would you do if the person you like pushed you to another man?" Xu Qing didn't seem to want an answer.

A long breath was heard, and the female voice was filled with a hint of resentment.

How to do?

She doesn't have much experience in love. If we just talk about her feelings, she will definitely do what she wants to do and value her own feelings. No one can force her!

"If that's really the case, then he doesn't value you, so why are you so sad?"

Xu chuckled softly, looked up at the blooming peach forest, his gaze far-reaching.

"Look, they are blooming so brightly."

Su Yanhua followed Xu Qing's gaze and saw the bright red peach blossoms in full bloom, which was very beautiful.

"The more brilliantly they bloom, the shorter their lifespan. Even flowers and plants cannot decide their own blooming season, let alone humans."

It is indeed not the peak blooming season for peach trees, but because the Queen loves peach blossoms, she ordered the planting of peach blossoms in the palace to speed up their blooming so that they can bloom at the palace banquet.

Xu Qing turned around, her slightly red eyes had returned to normal, and she said lightly: "Miss Su, you are so lucky, you got what none of us can get."

Su Yanhua didn't understand what this meant. She felt inexplicably strange. She and Xu Qing had only met a few times, but she had never been able to see through this woman. Now these words made her confused.

Su Yanhua looked at the other person blankly; she couldn't understand the meaning at all.

However, she did not intend to ask further, because she knew that everyone's inner desires were unique, just like everything in the world. Naturally, people's desires were also different.

In the eyes of many women of noble birth and Mo Qinghe, perhaps her mere presence in someone's good graces was a great fortune. But this so-called "luck" was merely something they themselves desired but could not obtain. For Su Yanhua, the thing she truly longed for never came to her, and her longing for revenge remained unfulfilled. How could she truly call herself lucky?

In the dead of night, Su Yanhua would lie alone in bed, tossing and turning, wondering where her life would take her. She couldn't help but lament the fickleness and unfairness of fate, wondering why something that came so easily to others was so difficult and arduous for her.