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

Perhaps it was the darkness that provided them with a layer of privacy, making it easier for people to speak their mind.

Ning Er held Chu Huan's hand and was silent for a long time before she whispered, "I wanted so badly to find my father."

These words were buried deep in her heart, and she never told anyone: "They always bully me, saying that my mother is an abandoned woman abandoned by her husband, that I am a bastard without a father, and some even say that my mother was born in a prostitute area and was driven out because of illness."

"Every time I was bullied by them, I was so angry, but I didn't know how to refute. I didn't dare to ask my mother, I was afraid that she would be sad, I was afraid that what they said was true..."

Her voice trembled slightly: "At that time, I really wanted a father to support me and tell them that I am not a wild child without a father!"

"When I'm alone, I'll fantasize that my father is a great hero. He loves my mother and Ning'er so much. He died on the battlefield and couldn't come back to find me..."

"Am I very bad?"

Her voice was tearful, still so delicate and tender: "But mom is in such poor health. She is too sick to get out of bed, take medicine, or swallow porridge. If daddy is really alive, why didn't he come to see us until mom died?"

Chu Huan stretched out his hand and groped for Ning'er's cheek, and sure enough, his hands were full of tears.

Ning Er pressed his hand on her cheek and cried, "Does he hate us? Does he hate us so much that he doesn't even want to see me?"

Chu Huan felt a sharp pain in his heart. He couldn't help but hold Ning'er in his arms and kept saying, "No. It's my fault. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have said this to you. Ning'er, Ning'er, no. No one will hate you."

Ning'er buried her face in his arms and choked up, "You lied to me. He hates us and I hate him too. I don't have a father. I don't want a father. I would rather he died."

Her tears were so hot that they burned his heart.

Ning'er was so sad that she was talking nonsense, but Chu Huan took it seriously. He held Ning'er tightly in his arms and called her again and again: "Ning'er, Chao Ning'er, good Ning'er. Good, good, we don't want him, Ning'er doesn't need a father."

He kept assuring her: "You have me, Ning'er has me, that's enough. Let's just treat him as dead, okay? Don't be sad, my dear Ning'er."

She cried like a homeless kitten, so helpless and so sad.

Ning Er sobbed and asked again: "Am I very bad?"

Chu Huan gently patted her back. How could she still be so frail? He worried that she would break if touched. He coaxed her softly, "How could that be? Ning'er is not bad at all. Didn't I say that you are the best in the world?"

Where she couldn't see, Chu Huan's eyes were filled with coldness and cruelty. No matter who you are, how can you make Ning'er so sad?

At this moment, he really wanted to kill the Shen family. His tone was very gentle, but his words were chilling: "What's more, Ning'er is right. What's the point of keeping a father like this? It will only make Ning'er sad."

He squatted down, gently wiped her tears, and asked the question again: "Leave the Shen family, will you come back with me?"

The master of the world half-knelt on the ground and assured his girl: "I will take care of everything. Ning'er just needs to be happy."

Ning'er looked at him with tears in her eyes, wanting to cry but not cry. Her mind was not quite clear yet, but she intuitively felt that Chu Huan was serious.

She thought about it, took a step forward, and gently put her head on his shoulder: "Lingwei, thank you."

Her voice was still a little hoarse from crying: "But I still can't bear to leave this place. Lingzhi and Zishan treat me very well, and the old lady is also quite sincere to me."

"Besides," she seemed to feel a little guilty for not being able to agree to Chu Huan's request, "The Marquis loves me so much, and he is still seriously injured and has not recovered yet. I don't want to leave yet."

After the tears washed away her eyes, they were as crystal clear as gemstones. She whispered in Chu Huan's ear, "I like the Marquis very much. Sometimes I think, how great it would be if he were my father."

Like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky striking his heart, Chu Huan was shocked. If Ning'er hadn't been leaning on his shoulder at this moment, he would probably not have been able to control his expression.

Chu Huan's heart collapsed for Ning'er. How ridiculous! The biological father whom she hated so much happened to be the Marquis whom she trusted and loved the most!

If Ning'er knew all this, how sad would she be?

But how long can she keep it a secret? Even if Ning'er doesn't care about her father, if she wants to track down her mother's whereabouts, she will inevitably find out the identity of her biological father.

When the truth comes out, will she love him or hate him?

At this moment, Chu Huan felt his own powerlessness. If Ning'er didn't know Shen Chongyan, he could have just told him to shut up forever.

But when he was reborn, Shen Chongyan had already taken Ning'er home, and perhaps due to the natural instincts of father and daughter, Ning'er was indescribably close to him.

If I kill Shen Chongyan now, she will probably be heartbroken before the truth is revealed; but if I let them get close, what if her heart is as hard as a rock and it is difficult to change? When the day comes when Ning'er knows the truth, I don't know how sad she will be.

What should I do?

But at this moment, he heard Ning'er say, "Lingwei, do you know? The Marquis actually asked me today if I was willing to be his daughter."

Chu Huan suppressed his bitterness and asked her, "What did Ning Er say? Did you say yes or no?"

Ning Er said gloomily, “I didn’t know why I suddenly became very unhappy after hearing this. I threw the Marquis aside in anger and ran away without even saying goodbye.

"Do you think he will be angry?"

Chu Huan held Ning'er in his arms and said softly, "Don't worry, he won't be angry. Lord Shen likes you very much, too."

Ning'er cried, but she lost her dignity as a girl in the boudoir and showed some childishness. She sat in Chu Huan's arms, hugged his neck, and suddenly burst into laughter: "You are coaxing me again, how did you know?"

Chu Huan held her and walked forward steadily: "I really didn't lie to you, he told me so himself. How could it be false?"

Ning Er subconsciously acted coquettishly with him: "What if you lie to me?"

No matter how troubled Chu Huan was, he couldn't help but be moved by her coquettish and pitiful appearance. He was full of pity: "If I lie to you, Chu Huan will let you do whatever you want."

Ning Er chuckled twice and turned her head away: "You said it nicely." She suddenly thought of Lin Ruozhen's engagement with Prince Rui's Mansion, and felt a little depressed for some reason: "Are you going to get engaged?"

Chu Huan was surprised and said, "That's not true! Who said that in front of you?"

Ning'er thought, could it be that Lord Lin and Prince Rui had reached an understanding first, and wanted to wait until they met in Chengguo Temple before telling Chu Huan?

She snorted softly: "Whether it is nonsense or not, you will know after we go to Chengguo Temple."

Chu Huan was confused: "I go to Chengguo Temple?" He did think about finding the old monk to offer sacrifices to Ning'er, but she obviously didn't mean that.

But no matter how much he asked, Ning'er refused to say more.

Seeing her mood improve, Chu Huan's steps became lighter and he stroked her hair lovingly: "Is it so important for the Marquis to be with you?"

Ning Er responded softly, a little embarrassed: "He is nice to me."

Chu Huan chuckled: "It seems that I am not good enough to Ning'er."

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He couldn't help but ask, "Ning'er, in your heart, am I more important, or is Shen Chongyan more important?"