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

"No," Ning Er stood up and said loudly, "No!" She stared at Shen Chongyan closely, her thin body trembling uncontrollably, "It's not your fault."

The Marquis looked at her in astonishment, with a look of sadness still lingering in his eyes. He had never expected that his confession would lead to such a fierce rebuttal from Ning'er.

Ning'er realized something was wrong as soon as she finished speaking. Shen Chongyan's eyes were full of astonishment and confusion, and he was clearly asking himself: Why?

She couldn't help but take a half step back, which made her wonder what to say. Ning'er's heart was pounding. Could it be because they are not your children?

She had no way to answer. There was no evidence, and everything was just speculation... No, it wasn't even speculation. Perhaps it was all her own absurd fantasy.

But...but, Lord Marquis, is he really a cold-blooded and heartless person?

Even in her nightmare, when he looked at her with such a distant gaze, he still felt pity for a maid who had made a mistake while kneeling in the cold wind.

Ning'er's head started to ache. Why did she enter such a strange fantasy? Was it real or fake?

If it was fake, why were the people and events in the dream so realistic? Moreover, as soon as she entered the laundry room and saw Lady Li, she had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

If it's true... then it's impossible! She remembered everything from her childhood to the age of thirteen, and everything that happened after she met Lord Shen.

There was no way she could have suddenly become a laundry maid in the Xinyuan Marquis's mansion, and when Madam Luo and the others saw her, they would not have acted as if they had never seen her before.

It must be a bizarre and strange dream, Ning'er shook her head and forced herself not to think about it anymore.

She turned to look at the Marquis. He was still lying on the sickbed, looking at her quietly. He seemed to be waiting for her, but he didn't say a word to urge her.

A bold and absurd idea suddenly came to Ning'er's mind. She took a deep breath and sat back on the embroidered cushion in front of the bed: "My Lord, before I came to see you, I went to see someone."

She clasped her hands in front of her, as if using this gesture to give herself more courage: "Do you know this person?"

Looking at the little girl trying to calm down her panic, Shen Chongyan pursed his lips and asked in a low voice: "Who is it?"

His heartbeat involuntarily became irregular, as if he was facing an extremely important answer.

Ning Er stared into his eyes and spoke slowly and slowly, "Madam Li." She added, "Madam Li, the manager of the laundry department."

Shen Chongyan's pupils suddenly contracted. Madam Li had long been blurred in his memory, but the three words "washing place" struck his heart heavily.

In his previous life, when he met Ning'er again in the Marquis' Mansion, she was serving him in this "washing room"!

Ning Er immediately asked: "You know her, don't you?"

Shen Chongyan looked away in embarrassment: "No, no. I rarely interfere in the affairs of the Marquis' Mansion. Chongyao has always been in charge. I am not familiar with the lady Li you mentioned."

Ning Er asked, "Does the Marquis really not know him?"

Shen Chongyan didn't dare to look into her eyes, and only responded quietly. However, he didn't know that his expression had already betrayed himself.

Ning Er continued to talk to herself: "It doesn't matter if you don't know her. I went to find her because I was anxious to find someone else." She raised her head and smiled at the Marquis: "Come to think of it, you must know this person."

Shen Chongyan couldn't help but ask: "Who is that?"