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

At the critical moment, Shen Chongyao didn't care about the difference between men and women, he suddenly pounced forward and pushed Luo Miaoyun away!

The instinct for survival made Ye Zhen subconsciously turn her head, but the sharp golden hairpin still cut a bloody wound from her chin to her collarbone.

"Ah——" She couldn't help but cry out in pain. She quickly covered the wound with her hand and climbed up. Bright red blood instantly gushed out from between her fingers, staining her front.

Luo Miaoyun was thrown to the ground, kneeling on her knees, holding the golden hairpin tightly in her hand, staring at Ye Zhen viciously, cursing: "Damn it, damn it, you traitorous bitch!"

Ning Er was afraid that she would hurt someone again, so she lifted her skirt and quickly opened the window. She habitually reached for the copper whistle in her arms, but found nothing. She then remembered that she had given the copper whistle to Chuncao, and for a moment she could not care about anything else, and shouted out the window: "Han Guang! Han Guang——"

The people in the room were stunned. Before they could come to their senses, a black figure flashed by, as nimble as a black cat, and jumped in through the window silently.

Shen Chongyao's eyes blurred, and he saw a young warrior in night clothes guarding Ning'er. It was Han Guang.

He pointed at Luo Miaoyun and said, "Quick, restrain her!"

Han Guang took two or three glances and saw the situation in the room clearly. Without waiting for Shen Chongyao to speak, he jumped up. When he looked back, he had already held the blood-stained gold hairpin in his hand.

Luo Miaoyun's eyes blurred, and she realized that the young man had taken the thing from her hand. She couldn't help but said angrily, "How dare you, little thief..."

But she was only halfway through her words before they were completely blocked in her throat, because a sword with a cold glow was coldly placed across her neck!

For a moment, no one spoke and the room fell into dead silence.

Suddenly, a voice of praise rang out: "As clear as autumn water, as cold as ice and snow, it is indeed a peerless sword." Ning'er turned around suddenly and saw that it was the Marquis who spoke. He was still leaning on the bed, quietly looking at the sword with admiration in his eyes. He asked, "But I don't know what it is called?"

No one expected that under such circumstances, Shen Chongyan would ask such a question.

“Han Guang.” He looked at this precious sword that was more important than his life, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes. “Its name is Han Guang.”

Ning'er couldn't help but widen her eyes. Named after the sword... Han Guang's name was actually Han Guang's sword!

This was far beyond her expectations. Han Guang shook her wrist slightly, revealing the inscription of You Yun Jinglong on the hilt of the sword. As expected, the word "Han Guang" was engraved on it!

Shen Chongyan nodded and said, "Han Guang, what a good name. It is true that a man is like his sword, and a sword is like its name." He looked at Han Guang and said, "Just by looking at the way you wield the sword, I know you must have a master. May I ask who your master is?"

Han Guang nodded and said, "Marquis Shen really has good vision. Let the Marquis know that my master's name is Xiao Ding."

After he finished speaking, he put away his sword and clasped his hands together: "This is an emergency, please forgive me, my Lord."

After hearing the name Xiao Ding, Shen Chongyan no longer needed to ask who was behind Han Guang. In the whole world, the only person who could command Xiao Ding's disciples at will was that person!

The biting coldness around her neck had gone away, but Luo Miaoyun remained silent and uneasy, as if her tongue was frozen.

Ye Zhen, who was kneeling beside her, had lost so much blood that her cheeks turned pale. Ning Er ran to her side, took out a towel from her bosom, and wrapped it around her wound layer by layer. Her hands kept shaking, and she turned her head to ask Han Guang, "Come and have a look, she's still bleeding."

Han Guang sheathed his sword, squatted beside Ye Zhen, checked her wounds, pressed a few of her acupuncture points, and comforted Ning Er: "Don't worry, the main meridians are not injured, you won't die."

He took out the golden medicine he carried with him, sprinkled it on the wound, tapped it a little, and handed Ning'er a plain, soft long towel, "Tie it here to stop the bleeding."

Ning'er's hands were shaking as she reluctantly bandaged Aunt Ye's wound under Han Guang's instruction. Looking at the little girl's bloody hands, Ye Zhen felt mixed emotions. She endured the severe pain in her neck and said intermittently, "Thank you...thank you so much."

Ning'er shook her head gently. No matter what, she didn't want to watch anyone die in front of her.

Ye Zhen grabbed her skirt as she stood up and tried to leave, and said with difficulty: "You, your mother..."

Ning'er's eyelashes trembled, and she lowered her head to look at Ye Zhen, and whispered, "My mother, I already know who it is." Ye Zhen was shocked, but she showed an expression that seemed to be neither laughing nor crying. She made two short "ho ho" sounds: "No... You still don't know, who is your father?"

Shen Chongyan and Shen Chongyao's hearts sank at the same time, but they could only watch as Ning'er's expression suddenly froze.

Ye Zhen stretched out her hand tremblingly and pointed in the direction of the bed. She covered her neck with one hand and couldn't help but smile: "Marquis, Miss Ning, your father is the Marquis!"

A loud thunderclap exploded beside her ear. At that moment, sparks flew, the sky spun, and she could hardly see clearly what was in front of her.

My Lord... My Lord?

Lord Hou!

Ning'er's heart seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer, and a huge deafening echo reverberated in her mind.

The Marquis turned out to be her father!

A sharp buzzing sounded in her ears, and she couldn't help but cover her ears and squatted down uncontrollably.

"Girl, girl...are you okay?" Shen Chongyao was so scared that his face turned pale and he almost cried out. Han Guang had already gone over to help Ning'er up, and his usually calm face was filled with panic.

Ning'er's eyes went dark and white, she could not see anything. She tightly grasped the arm that was supporting herself with such force that it almost left a bloody mark.

She took a few deep breaths and almost forced out the words through her teeth: "Is that so?"

"Is what she said true?"

Shen Chongyan wanted to jump up and hug Ning'er, but the tremendous pain pulled at his nerves and forced him to fall back onto the bed.

Completely caught off guard, Ning'er's life story was revealed, which was completely beyond his expectations and preparation. Seeing Ning'er like this, his heart seemed to be grabbed by a cold giant hand and pulled down fiercely.

Shen Chongyan looked at her in embarrassment and said in a daze: "Yes... I am your... father."

These two words, which were heavier than Mount Tai, exhausted all of Shen Chongyan's courage the moment they came out of his mouth.

The heavy burden that had been weighing on his heart day and night since the day he was reborn fell to the ground so lightly.

The solid ground was smashed so hard that a deep crack appeared, causing Ning'er, who was standing on it, to fall into the abyss.

"No wonder, no wonder... I'm so stupid," Ning'er murmured to herself, "There are so many things, so obvious, but I was blinded by them and didn't recognize the real reason."

She stared forward, tears streaming down her face, and asked in a daze, "Why, why is it you?"