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

"Why are you here?" Xiang Ming was startled and hurriedly let the person into the house: "Madam, please come in."

Tonight was strange. First, Aunt Ye came unexpectedly, and then the Marquis's wife came with the young masters and young ladies.

However, Luo Miaoyun's importance was far from that of Ye Zhen, so Xiang Ming couldn't evade the question. She bowed and asked respectfully, "Madam, the Marquis just went to bed. Do you want to see him?"

Somehow, Luo Miaoyun's face looked paler tonight than usual. She held a child in each hand, gently pushed them forward, and whispered, "Go see your father."

Shen Chengying turned his head to look at his mother, said nothing, just nodded, and led his sister to the inner room.

Luo Miaoyun was still standing beside the Moon Gate in a daze. Xiang Ming called her twice, but she seemed not to hear him.

The noise startled Ye Zhen who was sitting on the couch on the other side. She put down her cup, lifted the curtain and walked over.

She raised her eyebrows and smiled: "It's Madam. I greet you."

Luo Miaoyun's eyes moved, and she finally woke up. Her eyes fell on Ye Zhen, and her tone was filled with a hint of disgust: "Why are you here?"

Aunt Ye looked at her with a smile: "I accidentally drank too much, so I borrowed the Marquis's place to rest and wake up. I didn't expect to have the honor of meeting the Madam."

She looked Luo Miaoyun up and down, and asked with concern: "You don't look very well, could it be that you are also a heavy drinker like me?"

Luo Miaoyun was upset at the moment and didn't want to argue with her. She turned around and asked Xiang Ming, "My Lord, have you had your meal yet?"

Xiang Ming hurriedly replied, "According to the imperial physician's instructions, the Marquis is still not allowed to eat. He has to drink medicine several times a day and can only take some thick milk soup and rice juice to make do."

Luo Miaoyun leaned forward, with a barely perceptible nervousness in her tone, biting her lip as she said, "My Lord, you have to suffer a lot taking bitter medicine all day. Have you used all the medicine tonight?"

Xiang Ming was slightly surprised, but still answered, "Yes, Judge Xue has specifically instructed that the Marquis's medicine must be taken every two hours. If you fall asleep at night, you must get up at the appointed time to take it."

After hearing this, Luo Miaoyun walked inside involuntarily. Her mind was wandering and she completely treated Aunt Ye as a transparent person.

Xiang Ming saw her like this, and had no choice but to follow her in. After walking a few steps, she stopped and looked inside along Mrs. Luo's line of sight.

At this time in the inner room, Shen Ruyao was sitting sideways on the edge of the bed, and Shen Chengying was standing behind her, leaning back and forth, talking to the Marquis.

Shen Ruyao subconsciously acted like a spoiled child towards her father. She raised her wrist to show him the red mark and said in a tender voice, "Daddy, look, it's so big, it hurts."

Shen Chongyan saw that there was indeed a faint mark on her fair wrist. Yao'er had always been spoiled, so even a small injury, or even a gust of cold wind, would make the old lady feel distressed.

He stared at her intently, and inexplicably, he saw the scene of Ning'er being dragged by Shen Ruyao and almost fainting when she first entered the Marquis' Mansion. Her wrists were thin and small, and as fragile as a reed that would break at the slightest touch, but were covered with terrifying purple bruises...

In a trance, he seemed to see again the little girl kneeling on the bluestone slabs in the cold winter, shivering with her face blue and purple from the cold.

"Daddy..." Seeing that Shen Chongyan didn't answer for a while, Shen Ruyao dragged out the tail tone in dissatisfaction. She said aggrievedly: "I'm injured, and you don't feel sorry for Yao'er."

Although he tried his best to restrain himself, Shen Chongyan's heart was filled with disgust. He lowered his eyelashes to avoid looking at her and said lightly, "There is a blood-dissolving plaster in the mansion. Apply it overnight and it will be fine."

Seeing that her father cared about her, Shen Ruyao became happy again. She held her chin and muttered, "Grandmother and mother don't believe me. It's obvious that someone is secretly hurting people, but they just say it's not true. You don't know, that girl is so hateful. Although she pretends to be well-behaved in front of the elders, she is actually cunning and ostentatious behind their backs. Grandmother took pity on her and gave her a bite to eat, she really thinks she is a rich lady..."

"Ruyao!" Just when Shen Chongyan could no longer bear it, Shen Chengying suddenly interrupted her: "Talking about others' faults behind their backs is not what a lady from a noble family should do."

Shen Ruyao turned around in shock and looked at her brother in disbelief: "Brother! You helped her in front of everyone before, but now in front of Dad, why are you still standing on Shen Chaoning's side?"

When her younger sister gets angry, she is always reckless and doesn't care about the occasion. Shen Chengying sighs helplessly: "Speak softly. Father is still sick. How can he bear your noise?"

Shen Chongyan raised his eyes. He hadn't noticed that his son had grown so tall without him noticing. It was as if in the blink of an eye, the two of them had grown from little kids to half-adults.

Looking past Shen Chengying and his sister, his gaze turned to Luo Miaoyun who was standing in front of the door. He still remembered the vivid and intense joy he felt when he learned that his wife had given birth to twins, a boy and a girl.

He once thought that his life would be just like his father's. He would fight on the battlefield, wear armor and hold weapons, and be loyal to his country. He would cultivate himself at home, respect his wife and love his children, live in harmony with his wife, and serve his parents and the elderly, and spend the rest of his life.

But fate played a trick on him. The wife he thought was a good wife actually had many secret thoughts that he could not show to others. The children he had placed high hopes on made him feel alienated from the bottom of his heart. He lived two lives again, struggling with the past and the future, but he could not even distinguish right from wrong and relatives from strangers.

The bright and beautiful eldest daughter of the Luo family now seemed so unfamiliar that it frightened him.

Noticing his gaze, Luo Miaoyun stared blankly at the pale, thin, and frail man lying on the hospital bed.

He is Shen Chongyan, the heroic and majestic Marquis Xinyuan, her husband, the one who gave her status and glory.

Under the wide sleeves, her hands were shaking so much that she could hardly hold them. She used to be annoyed at him for being obsessed with the battlefield, disgusted at his lack of understanding of romance, and complained that he always treated her with more courtesy than affection, but in the final analysis, he had never been harsh or mistreating her.

Fame, power, honor, wealth... Apart from the so-called love, he had given her almost everything he could give, but she had betrayed him and plotted against him from the very beginning!

Don’t blame me, blood rushed to her head, don’t blame me, Luo Miaoyun took a step forward, you can’t blame me, her bright red nails were deeply embedded in her palms.

Liu Kui has not been seen for a long time, maybe she has already fallen into the hands of someone with ulterior motives... If you discover the truth, if the matter is exposed, she and the child will have no way to survive.

I want to protect Ying'er and Yao'er, she shouted in her heart, I want to protect myself!

Luo Peng was wrong. What was the point of killing Liu Kui? Only if he died, only if Shen Chongyan died, could everything be safe. Only then could Ying'er legitimately inherit the Marquis' Mansion, and only then could she become the Grand Madam and preserve her and the Luo family's reputation and wealth for the rest of their lives.

And he looked so fragile and dying.