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

Luo Miaoyun returned to her seat in a daze. The porcelain bottle fell on her chest, heavy as a piece of ice, freezing her limbs.

Meeting Luo Peng in the Marquis' Mansion was completely unexpected for her, and she was thrown into confusion for a moment.

Luo Miaoyun was waiting for Bai Juan anxiously and uneasily. Just a moment ago, she was still looking forward to news from Mother Liu, but at this moment, she backed off.

Maybe if she couldn't find Mother Liu, she wouldn't have to make the decision herself, whether to save her or, as Peng San said, to get rid of her...

"Mom, did you hear that?" Shen Ruyao chattered, muttering something in her ear. Seeing that Mrs. Luo was in a trance, she couldn't help but lie in her arms and act coquettishly.

"Hmm?" Luo Miaoyun forced a smile and stroked her daughter's head, "What did Yao'er say?"

Shen Ruyao repeated dissatisfiedly: "Mom, brother stays to take care of daddy, Yao'er doesn't want to leave either."

Luo Miaoyun could hardly hold on to the smile on her face. She stroked her daughter's wrist and said distressedly, "Yao'er, be obedient and go with your grandmother and uncle. Mother will come to pick you up in two days."

Shen Ruyao shook her head and said, "If you and brother don't go back, I don't want to go back either." She dragged out her voice and said tenderly, "Mom, if you don't agree, I will go and beg Grandmother."

I don’t know if it’s because of the bond between grandparents and grandchildren, but at this moment, Old Madam Zhu glanced in their direction. Luo Miaoyun felt inexplicably guilty at the time, and this glance made her heart beat even more nervous.

She hurriedly held her daughter's hand to comfort her and whispered, "Yao'er, aren't you afraid?"

Shen Ruyao hesitated, but still insisted: "I want to be with my brother and mother."

Luo Miaoyun stared at her daughter's little face in a daze. She was only twelve or thirteen years old, but her future beauty could be seen between her brows. The little bit of pampering on her face was not annoying, but instead highlighted her liveliness and charm.

When Chengying and Ruyao were just born, they were as cute as fairy children from heaven. Anyone who saw them could not help but feel love for them to the core.

They look like their mother, and everyone says that these two children are just like themselves.

This similarity made her feel sincerely grateful many times in her dreams at midnight.

But at this moment, under the soft and bright candlelight, facing her beloved children, the Shen family's famous pair of dragon and phoenix in the capital, Luo Miaoyun suddenly felt that she had nowhere to hide.

She seemed to have been in a dream for thirteen years and just woke up.

Reflected in her eyes, clearly, Ying'er's nose tip and lip peaks, and Yao'er's slightly upturned eyes, clearly looked like that person.

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Hidden in the darkness, he watched Luo Miaoyun and her group leave. Luo Peng bent down, picked up the oil lamp, and took out a lighter from his arms.

He moved as calmly as if he were at home. Only a slight hissing sound was heard, and a small flame sprang up.

Luo Peng's hand, which was about to light the lantern, suddenly stopped. In the dark night, he held the fire stick and slowly moved it upwards until it stopped at his lapel. In the light of the fire, there was a very young and unfamiliar face.

There was finally a hint of solemnity in his tone: "May I ask who you are, Excellency?"

The young man in black robe who had quietly stood in front of him at some point had a calm expression, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle even in the dark night: "I have seen everyone who entered the mansion today, and you are not one of them."

He had a long sword across his waist, his right hand gently pressed on the scabbard, and asked directly: "Who are you?"