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

Peach blossom petals fell on her hand, and she lifted them up, and the petals fell into the mud, becoming stained with filth.

She added, "I haven't congratulated you on winning the martial arts exam yet."

She smiled lightly, and seemed to have changed her state. The feeling of loss just now completely disappeared.

"Thank you."

Su Yanhua smiled calmly.

She also heard that Xu Qing was the top scorer in the written test. To be honest, it was a bit unexpected. She had also participated in a written test in her previous life. The questions were indeed not easy. She was defeated in the first round, and she really confirmed her reputation as a loser.

Xu Qing grew up in the countryside and had not received any aristocratic education in Lingcheng, yet he was able to win the first place. This was truly admirable.

Night fell quietly, and the sky seemed to be covered by a huge piece of black silk. The once bright light gradually dimmed. However, the towering palace walls were now brightly lit, like a winding fire dragon entwined atop them.

Countless bright lights were arranged in a row, illuminating the entire palace as brightly as day. The warm light shone through the window lattices, interweaving with the darkness to form a bizarre and dazzling scene.

From afar, these little lights look like twinkling stars in the night sky, or like bright pearls rising from the earth, emitting charming brilliance.

In this magnificent palace, the guests, half male and half female, each occupied half the seats. They held wine glasses and toasted each other, laughter and joy filled the air, and the atmosphere was very cheerful and joyful. The entire palace was decorated with gold and jade, and the flickering candlelight made people's faces shine brightly.

At the top of the hall sat the seats for the current emperor, the empress, and the favored concubines. Their seats were high above, appearing incomparably noble, as if overlooking every move of the people below.

In the row below, three special seats were carefully arranged. Everyone present knew that these three seats were reserved for three world-famous young masters.

At this moment, the renowned Prince Mo was already firmly seated on one of the seats. He was imposing and commanding, attracting many people around to stare at him.

Looking down further, the seats for the court ministers were neatly arranged in three rows, each one completely occupied. The ministers, dressed in ornate official uniforms, were either talking in low voices or nodding with smiles, displaying the demeanor of an official.

On either side of the palace, seats were arranged for the noble ladies and gentlemen from Lingcheng. These young men and women exchanged glances from time to time, seemingly filled with endless tenderness and affection for each other.

However, the noble ladies' gazes were involuntarily directed towards the three special seats in the front row.

"Prince Nalan, Young Master Xing has arrived—"

Everyone turned their gazes and saw Nalan Yanyu dressed in a moon-white palace dress, as bright as moonlight, seemingly competing with the bright moon in the sky. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, outlining a soft and charming smile, just like the ripples on the lake caused by the warmest spring breeze.

In his hand, he gently grasped an exquisite fan, embroidered with delicate patterns. With the gentle movement of his wrist, the fan moved as lightly and nimbly as a dancing butterfly. At this moment, Nalan Yanyu truly resembled a gentle jade, radiating an intoxicating luster; like a graceful young man from an aristocratic family, his every move exuded an elegant demeanor that captivated everyone.

Not far to his left, Xing Jian stood in a meticulously tailored suit of blue and white patterns. His fox-like face was expressionless, though his eyebrows were slightly raised, revealing a subtle, yet sinister charm.

His beautiful phoenix eyes were staring straight ahead, their gaze clear and sharp, as if they could penetrate the fog before them and see everything in the world. But at the same time, he gave people the feeling that he didn't care about anything happening around him, just quietly staying out of it and observing with a cold eye.

The women present suppressed their inner exclamations and could only widen their eyes and excitedly grab the other person's hands or their own handkerchiefs.

It was as if a pack of wolves saw the meat on the chopping board, making people eager but also unable to wait.

The two men sat down one after another, and this time the three of them attracted all the women's attention.

Wang Wanning looked at the letter in front of her, feeling happy but also a little annoyed.

She glanced at the woman behind her who was unable to suppress her excitement, and felt a sense of disdain in her heart. They were really just concubines' daughters who had never seen the world.

Wang Wanning looked at the empty seat, turned around and said to Su Ruoxi, "Su Yanhua?"

Su Ruoxi secretly glanced at Xing Jian who was chatting and laughing, then turned her eyes to Mo Cerong with a complex and changeable expression in her eyes.

When Wang Wanning suddenly asked this question, Su Ruoxi instantly retracted her expression and smiled.

"I don't know. My sister should be here soon."

"She's really lucky. She didn't die even after falling off a cliff." Wang Wanning thought of something and glanced at Su Ruoxi. "I heard that the emperor wants to reward the champion of the Poetry and Martial Arts Competition. Do you think Su Yanhua will ask Prince Mo to marry her sooner?"

Su Ruoxi's face turned pale, and her expression almost froze.

"Wan Ning, what are you talking about?" Su Ruoxi's tone was somewhat reprimanding.

"You don't understand what I'm saying. After Prince Mo learned that Su Yanhua had fallen off the cliff, he voluntarily requested an imperial decree to stop Wuhua Mountain and investigate the matter." Wang Wanning said, "Even Prefect Wang, who investigated the matter with Prince Mo, said that Prince Mo was constantly looking for information about Su Yanhua, and in the end, he personally beheaded the two minor officials who had slandered her."

"Ruoxi, Prince Mo wouldn't dislike you, right?" Wang Wanning ate the cherries on the table and poked at Su Ruoxi's sore spot with disapproval.

Such ruthless words made Su Ruoxi's face dark and cold, and her gaze unconsciously turned to Wang Wanning's arm.

During the assassination attempt at Wuhua Mountain, she saw an assassin rushing towards her. She was so scared that she hid behind Wang Wanning. Wang Wanning fainted from the pain of her stabbed arm. Of course, their sisterhood was no longer there because of this incident.

Su Ruoxi didn't care. She and Wang Wanning were just playing around, but being so ruthless and directly hitting her sore spot really made her unable to cope.

Su Ruoxi knew that Wang Wanning wanted to see her lose her composure, but he just couldn't do as she wished, so no matter how upset she felt, she still forced a smile.

Lin Jiaojiao, who was sitting in the second row, listened to the conversation between the two and watched their acting skills. She sneered in her heart: The woman from Lingcheng who pretends to obey but actually disobeys.

There is really no sincerity at all, it's all just a show. Ling Cheng is not as genuine as the martial arts masters in their villa.

She looked at Chu Wuqi, who was bowing to someone across from her, with a smile in her eyes.

Her brother Wuqi was still the most genuine and righteous. Suddenly, someone stood in front of Chu Wuqi. Lin Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment when she saw the face with raised eyebrows.

Xie Wei?

Lin Jiaojiao glared at him unhappily, then looked away.