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

In Emperor Zhaoyuan's silence, the magnificent and spacious palace seemed as narrow and oppressive as a small room, making it difficult to breathe.

I don’t know how long it took, the cold sweat on Shen Chongyao’s back wet and dried, before he heard the emperor’s warm voice: "Mr. Shen, stand up."

"Your Majesty..." Shen Chongyao didn't dare to say more and still lay on the ground anxiously.

It was Wu Shilu who guessed the emperor's intention and boldly supported Master Shen of Xinyuan Marquis's Mansion.

The emperor did not look too dissatisfied. He even pointed to a place and ordered, "Wu Shilu, show Shen Qing a seat."

As soon as Shen Chongyao sat down tremblingly, he heard Emperor Zhaoyuan ask him: "There is one thing I can't figure out. After thinking about it, I have to ask Mr. Shen for advice."

Before the stool was even warm, Shen Chongyao fell to his knees again with a plop: "I am terrified! If Your Majesty has anything to ask, I will tell you everything I know!"

Emperor Zhaoyuan flicked his sleeves and motioned him to stand up: "Mr. Shen has been married for a long time. I heard that he has many beautiful wives and concubines. I wonder how many children he has?"

Shen Chongyao didn't understand what he meant, but he still answered in detail: "Your Majesty, I have three sons and four daughters, and one of my concubines is pregnant, but we don't know whether the baby is a boy or a girl yet."

Emperor Zhaoyuan glanced at him with a smile and said jokingly, "Mr. Shen is indeed capable. Among these three sons and four daughters, how about the legitimate and illegitimate ones?"

Shen Chongyao was teased by the emperor, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He did not bother to wipe it off, and only said respectfully: "Your Majesty, my wife gave birth to two legitimate sons, and the remaining one son and four daughters were all born to concubines."

His heart skipped a beat. Oh no, could it be that Lu Kui's bad words were right? If his elder brother had no heir, would His Majesty really consider his own son?

Emperor Zhaoyuan changed the subject: "I have never been a father, but I want to ask you, is there any difference in the love that parents give their children? For example, you have three sons and four daughters. Does Shen treat them all equally, or is he partial to them?"

Shen Chongyao was relieved after hearing this, but he couldn't help wondering why His Majesty was inexplicably interested in child-rearing. However, he still replied honestly, "Your Majesty, the saints are selfless, but I am just a mortal. If I say that I treat everyone equally, it would be a lie. To be honest with Your Majesty, if we talk about the heart, I also have a bias in my heart, but if we talk about the deeds, Yao believes that he can do his best to be impartial."

Emperor Zhaoyuan smiled and said, "My dear minister, your words are quite honest. But I am curious, who do you prefer in your heart?"

Shen Chongyao's face flushed. It was still quite embarrassing to reveal his secret thoughts in front of the emperor. He said softly, "I don't know what others think, but according to my humble thoughts, the one I value most is the eldest son, and the one I love the most is the youngest daughter."

He explained: "The eldest son inherits the family business, and he is also the first child of my humble minister and my first wife, so it is inevitable that I will treat him differently. But now that I am getting older, my little daughter is lively and clever, coquettish and adorable, and she looks exactly like Yao, so it is inevitable that I will have some preference for her."

Emperor Zhaoyuan seemed to be thinking: "What you said is common sense. But what should we do with those children who are not legitimate, not the eldest, not the youngest, and who are not similar to us?"

Shen Chongyao stood up, bowed, and said solemnly: "I dare not say anything else, but since we are destined to be his parents, I naturally have a heart of pity for him, how can I not love him?"

Emperor Zhaoyuan said: "According to what you said, I guess Marquis Xinyuan is also a person who loves his son?"

Shen Chongyao was caught off guard by this question and could not help but stammer, "This, that, my elder brother is a person who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, so he is naturally different from us, but in the end..."

Emperor Zhaoyuan said, "Shen Chengying is the eldest and the legitimate child. I heard that he is also very intelligent. He and his sister were born together. This is an auspicious sign of a dragon and a phoenix from heaven. How can I not love such children?"

When Shen Chongyao was hesitant to speak, he suddenly heard His Majesty sneer, "If he is as you said, a person with a cold face but a warm heart. Then why do I see that he is very sensitive to cold and warm when he treats Ning'er?"

This question stumped Shen Chongyao, and he couldn't help but think, yes, why is it so?

"I ask you, just answer honestly. How true do you think Ning'er's guess is?"

Standing in the magnificent palace, the second master of the Shen family seemed to be on top of a tiger, and suddenly felt that he was in a dilemma. Facing the sharp gaze of the emperor, he gritted his teeth and finally gave it a try: "Yao thinks that there may be 60% truth in it!"

"Six points?" Emperor Zhaoyuan sneered and said, "I think it should be eight points."

Shen Chongyao was startled and asked bravely, "Your Majesty... why do you say that? But do you have evidence?"

Emperor Zhaoyuan glanced at him calmly, his eyes showing mockery and pity: "It's just because I still believe that there is a bond between father and daughter in this world. Shen Chongyan is not a cold-blooded person."

The emperor threw down a heavy cannon lightly: "If not, how could he feel guilty and take care of Ning'er, a daughter he owes so much to?"

A white light flashed before Shen Chongyao's eyes, followed by a sudden earthquake. His whole body trembled violently like a willow branch struck by lightning in a rainstorm.

His mouth was wide open, almost enough to swallow a fist, his eyes were round, and he even forgot the rule that one must not look directly at the emperor in front of the emperor. He stared blankly at Emperor Zhao Yuan and stammered, "Your Majesty, what did you say?"

Under Emperor Zhaoyuan's jade crown was his flawless, beautiful face. Shen Chongyao watched his majesty's beautifully shaped lips move up and down, uttering words that shocked him to the point of being speechless:

"I mean, Ning'er is the daughter that Shen Chongyan left behind."

He looked at the distraught Shen Chongyao with a half-smile and said, "After all, Ning'er still has to call you Second Uncle."

He grabbed his hands hard and managed to keep from falling to the ground. Shen Chongyao's eyes were blank, and he asked the emperor in a treasonous way: "Are you serious?"

Chu Huan carefully admired his expression, not minding his impoliteness in front of the emperor, and nodded, "Exactly."

Shen Chongyao trembled and asked: "Did the Marquis know about this a long time ago?"

Chu Huan chuckled and said, "As for how early, I don't know either. I can only conclude that it was earlier than you and I know."

Shen Chongyao murmured in confusion: "How could this be, how could this be?" In an instant, all the facts that he had previously ignored surfaced.

"No wonder, no wonder..." He said to himself, "No wonder my elder brother cares so much about Miss Ning. So, her so-called life experience is all fake?"

He hurriedly asked, "Does mother also know her origins?"

Chu Huan looked at Shen Chongyao leisurely: "What do you think? Can't you see how Madam Zhu treats Ning'er?"

Shen Chongyao's voice was barely audible: "So, mother doesn't know..."

He raised his head and looked at His Majesty stubbornly: "Your Majesty, why did you tell me?"