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

Ning'er had a faint realization in her heart, and she instantly understood why Ye Zhen would rather take extreme measures and resort to despicable means than think of asking the old lady or the marquis for help, hoping that they would seek justice for her.

The person is gone. No matter how good Shen Yi was, after so many years, who would remember him except his own mother?

But Shen Chengying and Shen Ruyao were standing alive in front of the old lady. They were the result of so much effort and were pampered in the palm of her hand.

Not to mention that it was an unsolved case from many years ago. Even if the evidence was conclusive, would the old lady kill their mother to pay for the life of that unlucky grandson?

I'm afraid she wouldn't have the heart to let her precious grandson, who will inherit the title in the future, bear the stigma of being an unkind mother.

Not to mention, when the truth comes out, Liu's mother will naturally be the scapegoat. If Shen Chongyan is willing, she might even kneel in the temple, "eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures" to pray for the child to atone for his sins.

If he had no intention of interfering, then what awaited Luo Miaoyun was at most the cold treatment for a period of time. When the storm died down and her children grew up, she would still be a respectable and honorable first-class marquis' wife in the capital.

Ning'er's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. This was the human nature of the noble mansions, and it was also the weighing of pros and cons that was engraved in their bones. She felt inexplicably nauseous.

If it were me... Ning'er thought, if it were me, I would never allow it to be revealed so easily.

Madam Zhu's tone softened noticeably. She looked at her granddaughter lovingly and instructed Xiuyu, "Take the girl and wash herself up. She is already a grown-up girl, but she still cries so much."

The tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed. Old Madam Luo watched her follow Xiuyu into the inner room, shook her head and smiled, "Looking at Yao'er, I remembered what Yun'er looked like back then. This look, this temperament, are very much like her mother."

Madam Zhu also smiled: "This is a good appearance that has been passed down from my mother-in-law. When Miaoyun got married, she was so graceful and elegant. Everyone who saw her would praise Chongyan for being so lucky. In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed. Even Yao'er is so old now, and we are so old and decrepit that we can't bear to look at her anymore."

Xiu Yu said jokingly, "Madam, you are not right. I have been watching you day and night, and I feel that you are getting more energetic every year. Not only have you not aged, but you are younger. No wonder my aunt came to ask me the other day, asking me whether you ate dragon liver or phoenix marrow, and whether I could give them a bite so that I can also share in the glory."

This speech made everyone laugh. Old Madam Zhu laughed even louder. She pointed at Xiuyu and said, "This girl, I always thought she was a steady person, but I didn't expect she became such a chatterbox. I think she deserves a beating."

Xiuyu had seen the old lady sad before, so she wanted to make her happy so that she wouldn't be depressed and unable to get rid of it. Seeing her happy now, she smiled and flattered: "In front of the old lady, please forgive me this time. Don't look at other things, just for the sake of Master Ying and Miss Yao."

Old Madam Zhu smiled until her eyes narrowed. She pointed at Shen Chengying and said, "I often hear people say that a son takes after his mother and a daughter takes after her father. But our pair of babies both take after their mother. They are both very delicate."

Ning'er's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a huge and absurd delusion struck her like lightning.

She couldn't help but look up at Shen Chengying. He had shed his childishness and was now a teenager. Looking closely, his sharp eyebrows and eyes concealed a bit of charm, which was indeed very similar to Luo Miaoyun's affectionate eyes.

But no matter how you look at it, it has nothing in common with Shen Chongyan's pair of phoenix eyes that are awe-inspiring without being angry.

Old Madam Zhu was still complaining in an intimate tone, "But Cunzhu's children all look like their father, while none of my children look like me."

Shen Chengying was at the age of growth, and his stature was increasing day by day. Standing there, he looked like a tall green bamboo, thin and frail.

The Marquis was good at archery and horse riding since he was young, so he naturally had a strong and brave physique. However, Shen Chengying loved poetry and books since he was young, and he had the air of a scholar at first glance.

Ning Er told herself that it was not uncommon for children to look different from their parents. Not to mention in a large mansion, even in ordinary families, this was actually a very normal thing.

What's more, on one side is a marquis's mansion with a history of hundreds of years, and on the other side is a noble family with a long history of scholars. Mrs. Luo is a well-mannered person who values ​​chastity and filial piety the most.

But another voice sounded uncontrollably in her heart: Ye Zhen went to such great lengths, even to the point of killing and setting fire, to get Liu Kui in her hands, was it just to make her point out her old master and reveal the truth about An'er's death?

What kind of evidence could make Luo Miaoyun, in such an unfavorable situation, willing to disobey her mother and find the whereabouts of Mother Liu?

What kind of secret is it that makes Ye Zhen take such a risk and give it a try, confident that he can kill Luo Miaoyun with one blow?

Impossible, it should be impossible.

She could hear her own heart beating rapidly. Such matters of reputation concerned the foundation of human relations and were extremely important to women. Without any evidence, she should not even raise any doubts.

But the image of the cloaked figure getting out of the carriage in the moonlight flashed through her mind.

If it's true...if it's true...Ning'er held the handrail tightly, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down.

"Miss Ning, Miss Ning!"

Ning Er suddenly came back to her senses, only to find that it was Shen Chengying who was calling her. He looked at her with some concern and said softly, "Miss Ning, are you feeling unwell?"

She shrank back in shock, then reluctantly shook her head and whispered, "Thank you for your concern. I'm fine."

Shen Chengying was a little worried: "I see you look pale, do you want to go downstairs and take a rest?"

Ning Er couldn't help but have a headache when she saw Shen Chengying. She turned her face away in embarrassment and said perfunctorily, "I caught a cold last night and have a slight headache. It will be fine in a while."

Shen Chengying nodded, but didn't say much, but his eyes swept over her from time to time.

Old Madam Zhu then paid attention to the little girl sitting in the hall. Seeing her pale face, she couldn't help but said with concern: "If Ning'er doesn't feel well, go back and rest first. Don't force yourself."

Ning Er quickly stood up and said with a smile: "Thank you for your concern, old lady. It's just a temporary headache, I will be fine after sitting for a while."

Now that everyone is here, she doesn't want to leave.

She glanced at the Marquis who was sitting next to Old Madam Luo without leaving any trace. She didn't know if she was suspicious. Ning'er could see a trace of panic on Luo Miaoyun's bright face.