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

"Princess Dayan and the little princess have arrived—"

Yan Jinyao was dressed in an incredibly gorgeous golden palace dress, her sleeves fluttering and her skirt swaying as if shimmering with dazzling light, dazzling the eyes. Her bright and charming face was as delicate and alluring as a peach blossom in bloom in spring, her skin as white as snow, as delicate as silk, and as soft as a touch.

Yet, beneath this beautiful face, there was an air of arrogance that was difficult to conceal. Her high nose bridge and narrow, long eyes added a touch of coldness and majesty, making people afraid to approach her easily.

The woman sitting below couldn't help but feel ashamed of herself. Yan Jinyao was indeed the eldest princess of Dayan, and her aura was unmatched.

Not far away, a charming little princess stood gracefully, dressed in a gorgeous pink and yellow palace dress. The most eye-catching thing about her were her large, watery eyes, like two sparkling gems set in her fair and tender face.

Those large eyes shone with a lively light, like ripples on a clear lake, filled with endless curiosity and a desire to explore the world around them. At this moment, those eyes were rolling around, taking in everything new and exciting around them, making one feel pity and love.

This should be Dayan’s most beloved little princess!

While Xing Jian was talking, he kept looking at the empty seat on the side, his eyes moving deeply.

Why hasn’t this woman come yet!

Yan Jinyao walked gracefully, and when she reached the opposite side of Nalan Yanyu, her arrogant eyes softened instantly, and she nodded to Nalan Yanyu.

Xing Jian glanced at Nalan Yanyu who was smiling, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

"Prince Nalan is truly gentle and refined. Many women are attracted to you."

Ling Er stood behind him and sighed in his heart: The young master finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Prince Nalan knew very well that Xing Jian had a sarcastic tone in his voice. After hearing that, his smile faded a little. He glanced at the woman who was flirting with him opposite him, and his tone became a little colder.

"These women are just vulgar things. What this prince wants is unique."

Wu'er, who was standing behind him, looked up to the sky and sighed: The prince has really changed.

Xing Jian had the impression that Nalan Yanyu was an extremely gentle person. Of course, he always thought that Nalan Yanyu was a hypocrite, a wolf in sheep's clothing, but this was the first time that the wild wolf took the initiative to tear off the sheepskin and raised its fangs at him.

Xing Jian put down the teacup, raised his eyebrows, and spoke in a deep voice.

"I want everything that's unique, but I wonder if the prince is sincere in getting it?"

Ling Er: The attack has begun!

Nalan Yanyu also put down the cup and started the formal competition.

"Master Xing doesn't need to worry about my affairs. Master Xing should think about it more. The people of the Xing clan know that Master Xing has put the treasure on someone else's hand without your permission."

"After all, you don't have the final say in the Xing Clan!"

That gentle face still had a smile on it, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

Wu'er: I've never seen the prince be so cold!

Xing Jian's brows could no longer be raised, and his face instantly became gloomy.

Nalan Yanyu held the teapot, but before he could pick it up, Xingjian's hand grasped the other side of the teapot.

In an instant, four pairs of eyes raised up, and the murderous intent in their eyes was directed at the other party, as if countless cold arrows were shooting at the other party from their eyes.

Wu'er Ling'er felt a strong murderous intent and looked up at the sky helplessly: It has begun!

The two men stood facing each other, their eyes flashing like lightning across the night sky, emitting bursts of lightning, as if they wanted to devour each other. The four large hands gripped the small handle of the teapot tightly like iron pliers, showing no sign of loosening their grip.

At this moment, the two were fighting fiercely, and neither of them was willing to give in.

Two internal forces clashed, one flushed, the other glaring, neither budging an inch. The air was thick with tension, as if a major battle was about to break out.

Mo Cerong, who was drinking tea, suddenly felt the table shaking. His suspicious eyes focused on Xing Jian and Nalan Yanyu.

His brows furrowed. Why were the two of them so murderous and hurting each other, as if they had dug up each other's ancestral graves?

Although Mo Cerong was a prince and had the obligation to maintain order, he did not say anything at this time because he was busy with his own affairs.

He didn't dare to look up, for fear of meeting Su Ruoxi's aggrieved eyes. After all, after she was injured, he didn't take care of her, but went looking for Su Yanhua. Now his heart was very confused, so confused that he didn't even know what he wanted?

"Ms. Soda, Miss Xu is here—"

A sharp voice was heard outside, and everyone looked over.

The two leaders of the Poetry and Martial Arts Competition unexpectedly appeared at the same time. Everyone's eyes were cast on the two women, and they exclaimed in admiration.

Xu Qing had a delicate face, skin as white as porcelain, as soft and delicate as mutton-fat jade. Her eyebrows were as slender as willow leaves, and her slightly upturned eyes had a hint of elegance.

Especially those eyes, which were as clear as water, yet revealed a sense of indifference. They were staring straight ahead, as if they were deep in thought, making it difficult to guess what was in their mind.

The most astonishing and breathtaking figure was the woman beside him, dressed in a turquoise palace dress. Her aquamarine robe resembled rippling waves, perfectly outlining her slender waist, as if every step she took was treading on people's hearts.

And that cold face was exquisite to the extreme, with every line so perfect, like a meticulously crafted work of art. Once you look at it, you can no longer take your eyes off it.

She came walking in seemingly casually, but her every move exuded an innate noble temperament. Her manners were graceful and she was extremely elegant, like a fairy who had walked out of a painting and descended to the mortal world, instantly becoming the focus of all the light in the world.

Su Yanhua keenly realized that since the day she accidentally obtained the mysterious and powerful Fengming Jiutian, it seemed as if a strange force was quietly changing her.

The most noticeable change was that her already beautiful face had become even more refined. Although she had been beautiful before, she was still slightly inferior to those peerless beauties who were so stunning and unforgettable that they could captivate the whole country.

However, at this moment, when she was wearing that gorgeous palace dress and walked slowly to the bronze mirror, the person in the mirror made her marvel. She was almost deeply attracted by this beautiful picture and could not take her eyes away.

Su Yanhua walked forward slowly and glanced at the people in the hall.

Mo Cerong, Xing Jian, Nalan, Su Ruoxi, Yan Jinyao, Wang Wanning...

Su Yanhua frowned. There were actually Lin Jiaojiao and Chu Wuqi?

This palace banquet was truly grand, with everyone who should and shouldn’t have come.