After His Majesty was reborn, the poor little girl in his previous life was spoiled to death

Doctor Xue came out with his hands waving, his messy white hair sticking up in disarray. The little boy serving beside him hurried forward and brought him a hot towel.

He took it, wiped his face, and glared at Yan Ling: "If it happens again, I will resign from my post to His Majesty. Even if Bian Que were reborn, he would not be able to save such a patient who is seeking death!"

When Shen Chongyao heard this, he knew that the Marquis had survived today, and the turbid air in his chest was relieved. He lowered his sleeves to the ground and bowed deeply: "I will never dare to do that again. The whole Shen family thanks the two adults for saving my life."

Doctor Xue waved his hand and said, "No need to thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank your master for his good fortune. Lord Shen said he wants to see Yan Ling and Ning Er. Where are they? Bring them in while he's awake."

He earnestly warned: "Just remember, Lord Shen, don't get angry now, and don't worry too much. Try to be more accommodating to him."

Shen Chongyao thanked him profusely and looked at Yan Ling worriedly: "The Marquis wants to see you and the girl, do you know your limits?"

Yan Ling buried his head and kept silent. After a long silence, he replied, "Second Master, Yan Ling understands now."

Xiang Ming gently pushed Ning'er and said, "Miss, did you hear what the imperial physician said? You and Yan Ling can go in together."

Ning Er hadn't recovered from the joy of the Marquis waking up when she heard him specifically asking to see her and Yan Ling. She couldn't help but said in surprise, "Oh, okay. Is it just us?"

She turned her head to look at Shen Chongyao and Xiang Ming who were present. At this time, the old lady and concubine Song were also in the courtyard, but the Marquis only wanted to see them two.

Yan Ling whispered, "Miss Ning, let's go in. Don't keep the Marquis waiting for too long."

Ning'er nodded hesitantly, opened the door, and went in with Yan Ling one after another.

The room was fumigated with moxa. The further one went inside, the stronger the smell of medicine became. Ning'er held her breath and walked very lightly.

The two imperial doctors had just left. They were good at giving acupuncture and prescribing medicine, but it was not their job to tidy up the patient. Shen Chongyan was half leaning on the couch, with a thin quilt draped over his body, and he had not even had time to change his clothes.

He seemed to be waiting for them. When he heard the noise, he slowly opened his eyes. Shen Chongyan's eyes were weak and tired, but he stared at the person in front of him stubbornly.

"Ning'er, come here." Shen Chongyan's voice was very hoarse. He moved his finger towards Ning'er, motioning her to come over.

Ning'er sat down carefully by the bed. She looked at the pale face of the Marquis with concern: "Why don't you take a rest?"

The marquis, who has always been as majestic and resolute as a mountain, now shows a rare bit of fragility.

He raised his hand with some difficulty and gently placed it on Ning'er's hand. Ning'er hurriedly stretched out her hand to shake it. Although the big hand with distinct joints was still broad and broad, it was cold to the bone.

She was sad, but she refused to let the Marquis see it. She just smiled and said softly, "My Lord, how do you feel now?"

Her little hands were warm and soft as if they were boneless, and Shen Chongyan felt the warmth and whispered, "Ning'er, I'm sorry."

Ning'er's eyes turned red, and she said anxiously, "My Lord, don't talk nonsense. You have been so kind to me. Ning'er will always remember it in her heart."

Shen Chongyan laughed briefly. Ning'er didn't understand why he laughed, but she could hear the deep sadness in his laughter. He held her hand with a little force: "Ning'er, I never asked about your background. Do you blame me?"

Ning Er didn't know why the Marquis suddenly mentioned this matter, so she just shook her head: "If the Marquis doesn't ask, then don't you know? If you ask, Ning Er won't hide it."

Shen Chongyan stretched out his hand with difficulty and pointed at Yan Ling who was kneeling beside him: "I asked him to check your parents, are you angry?"

When Yan Ling saw the Marquis, she was so ashamed and remorseful that she knelt on the ground and refused to get up. When she heard Shen Chongyan say this, she was so surprised that she looked up suddenly.

Ning'er followed his line of sight and glanced at Yan Ling blankly. Her heart suddenly felt like an overturned bucket, with mixed feelings. She shook her head and said in a very light voice: "Yan Ling treats me well. The Marquis sent him to do something, so I feel relieved."

Yan Ling looked at Ning'er with a complicated expression, not knowing how to reply for a moment, but heard the Marquis speak with difficulty: "Did your mother tell you about your father?"

After a long silence, Ning'er spoke again, her words choking with sobs: "Mother said that Ning'er has no father."

Ever since Ning'er could remember, her mother had often been ill. By the time she was five or six years old, she had been bedridden every day, and no medicine could cure her.

Perhaps it was because life was difficult and forced people to grow up. When other children were still playing on their parents' laps, Ning'er had already become very sensible. She was no longer bullied like she was when she was little. When she returned home, she would cry and ask her mother where her father was.

At that time, my mother would always hold little Ning'er in her arms, sing songs to comfort her, and when she stopped crying, she would kiss her cheek and say, "My dear Ning'er, are you willing to be my only child?"

Although she was small at that time, her eyes were as black and bright as grapes, and she was very cute. Little Ning'er crawled into her mother's arms, greedy for the warmth and fragrance of her embrace, and always nodded hurriedly: "Ning'er only needs mother, mother is enough!"

But as time went on, her embrace became colder and her eyes became sadder. Ning'er remembered that the last time she asked this question to herself, her tone was full of hesitation: "Ning'er, do you want a father?"

She thought her mother didn't want her anymore, so she was so scared that she buried her head in her mother's chest and hugged her tightly: "No, no, mother, don't send me away!"

From then on, my mother never mentioned her father again.

Shen Chongyan was silent for a long time before he said in a hoarse voice: "Ning'er, do you want to find your father?"

Ning Er raised her head from her memories and looked at the Marquis seriously: "I have my mother, that's enough."

She was very carefree: "Thanks to my mother's spirit in heaven, Ning'er was saved by the Marquis, and I was able to meet so many people who care about me. Ning'er is already very satisfied."

She held the Marquis's hand tightly and said, "Please don't feel sad for me anymore."

Shen Chongyan closed his eyes in embarrassment, fearing that if he was a second slower, she would see the tears in his eyes.

He tried his best to suppress his emotions and asked in a low voice: "Then do you know the identity of your mother?"

Ning'er was stunned... She thought of Liu Kui first. Her mother's background had almost become her obsession, so she asked Han Guang to take the risk and save people in the fire.

But it was not until this moment that she realized whether she could ask the Marquis for help?

During her pause, Shen Chongyan understood, and he asked again: "Ning'er, don't you want to find out your mother's identity?"

Ning'er's fingers trembled slightly. She could not care about the father who had never appeared, but she could not not care about her biological mother who depended on her for everything.

Her throat was tight, her lips were pale, and her eyes unconsciously drifted to the side: "My Lord... do you know who my mother is?"