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

Shen Chongyan's face looked bitter and sad. In an instant, he went through all the people he might have known in his mind, from past lives to this life.

Who is she?

Facing Ning'er's nervous and expectant eyes, Shen Chongyan could only promise feebly: "I will help you find out her identity."

The light on Ning'er's face suddenly went out. She was not disappointed, but said with a look of regret: "In that case, Ning'er would like to thank the Marquis first."

She was torn between whether to tell the Marquis that Liu Kui might have seen her mother. But Liu Kui was Madam Luo's wet nurse, and the Marquis was ill. If she spoke rashly, would it be alienating the relationship? And would it make it difficult for him to recover?

Shen Chongyan watched her face darken little by little, and he couldn't bear it. He suddenly asked with an impulse:

"Ning'er, are you willing to be my daughter?"

As soon as this question was uttered, not only did the Marquis hold his breath nervously, but even Yan Ling who was standing beside him also felt his flesh throbbing with fear.

Ning'er stood up suddenly and looked at the Marquis in shock. She never expected him to say such a thing. She retracted her hand abruptly like a frightened deer and forgot how to answer for a moment.

Her heart suddenly began to beat fast. The Marquis' proposal exuded the fragrance of honey. Ning'er suddenly raised her hand and grasped the white jade Qilin pendant she wore close to her body through her outer shirt.

From the day Chu Huan gave her the jade pendant again, she tied it around her waist every day. The warm touch and intricate lines slightly awakened her heated mind and made Ning'er gradually calm down.

The Marquis was very good, very good, very good. But because of this, he could not be her biological father who had abandoned his wife and children and disappeared for thirteen years.

She heard her voice was a little sharp, and asked in a trembling voice: "My Lord, have you forgotten? My grandmother was the concubine sister of Old Madam Zhu who married far away in Jiangdu... In the Duke Dingguo's Mansion, in front of everyone, and in front of the Grand Princess Linping, the old lady explained every word clearly."

"Are we going to admit now that our mansion was deceiving the emperor before?"

Ning'er's words were like a slap in the face, waking Shen Chongyan from his fantasy. He suddenly realized that his self-righteousness might lead him to be trapped in his own web.

He exhaled a long breath from his chest, and the dizzy impulse from before gradually subsided. The hidden dangers and worries in his mind surged up again, binding his mind:

Daonan was assassinated, and he was at the center of the storm. Why did he involve Ning'er at this time? If he didn't reveal the secret of rebirth, he couldn't even tell who Ning'er's mother was, so how could he convince others of his daughter's life experience?

There was also the man behind the scenes that he had been worried about. And the emperor's strange attitude during the audience with the emperor...

Shen Chongyan closed his eyes in pain. He was too cowardly. Perhaps the day he first met Ning'er, he should have told her that he was her father.

He suddenly felt exhausted: "Yan Ling, send the girl out first."

Yan Ling glanced at the Marquis with disapproval, wanting to say something but stopping himself. However, looking at Shen Chongyan's pale face, he didn't say anything in the end. He just followed Ning'er in silence.

Ning'er felt a surge of anger out of nowhere. She didn't even say hello or pay attention to Yan Ling. She just turned around and walked out.

She walked very quickly, not paying any attention to anyone along the way, and walked out of the Marquis's yard in one breath. When she calmed down, she found that she was almost close to the pool.

She sat on the blue stone beside the pool in a huff. The sun was almost setting, and the gorgeous sunset glow was reflected on the clear pool, but it could not hide the desolation of the sunset.

The coldness of the rocky shore gradually sobered Ning'er's fevered mind. Why was she suddenly unhappy?

Ning'er asked herself, what was there for her to be angry about?

Not to mention that the Marquis is still seriously ill, just considering that he treats me so well, I think what he said was from the heart, not false.

Then why am I unhappy?

Ning'er thought hard, was she spoiled because of her favor? She stared at the falling leaves in a daze.

There was no wind at this time, and the water was as flat as a mirror. Ning'er could see her own reflection in the water when she stuck her head out. The girl in the water had her black hair loosely tied up, her silk dress hanging lightly, and her posture was elegant, just like a young lady who had been pampered in the boudoir.

She reached out her hand and touched her cheek. Her skin was smooth and soft. Who would have thought that a few months ago, she was an orphan struggling to survive in the slums?

Wasn't all this given to her by the Marquis? Could it be that after being coaxed and spoiled for so long, she had become accustomed to it?

Ning'er shook her head slightly. She thought she was not an ungrateful person, but she did feel inexplicably angry just now.

There was an answer in her heart, ready to come out. Did she really think of the Marquis as her own father?

……

Her eyes suddenly focused, and she saw the figure behind her in the water. She stood up quickly, put aside her wild thoughts, turned around and asked, "Han Guang! How is Xixiyuan going?"

Han Guang saw Miss Ning sitting alone by the water from a distance, thinking about something silently. He didn't want to disturb her for the moment, but he didn't expect that she noticed him first.

Han Guang said in a deep voice: "Four maids were arranged to take turns guarding the Buddhist hall in Xixiyuan, two in a shift. The two who were in charge during the day inhaled too much smoke and are still unconscious. The Buddhist hall is full of wooden carvings and curtains, so the fire is difficult to put out for the time being."

Ning Er asked anxiously, "What happened to Liu Kui? Is she alive or dead?"

Han Guang's tone was somewhat apologetic: "Master, I tried to go in to look for her, but the inner room was small and cramped, and smoke was everywhere. I only went to the main room of the Buddhist hall, but I didn't see any trace of the woman. Maybe she saw the fire blocking the door and hid in the inner room in a panic."

Ning Er frowned: "Is it possible that she has already escaped during the chaos?"

Han Guang said, "It may not be a big deal. Before I went in, I checked the entire Buddhist hall inside and out. It was originally a secret room used by the Marquis's mansion to lock people up. The back door was blocked. If you want to get out, the only way is the front door. The key to open the door is in the hands of the two unconscious women."

Ning'er paced back and forth anxiously: "Doesn't that mean that Liu Kui might have met with an accident?" She didn't care whether the nanny was dead or alive, but the clue to her mother might depend on her!

What if she also fell unconscious, wouldn't she be burned to death silently?

“No!” She grabbed Han Guang and said, “Take me over there to have a look.”

Han Guang was shocked and refused outright, "Absolutely not! That's a fire scene, how dangerous it is? It's almost dark now, and we can't let you go there."

Ning Er said anxiously, "I want to go over there. I have to see clearly whether he is dead or alive!"

Han Guang was even more anxious than her: "I'll go again. You must not set foot in dangerous places. If Master Chu finds out, even if he kills me, that would be the least of his punishment."

Chu Huan... Ning'er suddenly had an idea. She grabbed Han Guang's arm and said, "Can you contact Chu Huan? Go find him right away! Tell him I have something urgent to tell you!"