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

Ning Er didn't nod, nor did she shake her head in a hurry. She lowered her brows and thought carefully: "If I'm afraid, can I light a lamp in the house?"

When she bowed her head, the tassels on her temples almost fell to her shoulders. Chu Huan looked at the delicate Ruizhu and said, "All the lights in the villa will be kept on for you."

Ning Er smiled, and the pearl tassels swayed in unison: "What's the point of lighting more lights in the yard? I'm sleeping in the house and can't see."

Ling Wei's voice was so gentle as if it was a matter of course: "It doesn't matter if you can't see. You know it's bright outside, so you won't be scared. Even if you are really scared, it doesn't matter."

Rulu brought two little maids to carefully fumigate the quilt and cover, and then lit the incense to calm the mind. Just as she was about to invite Ning'er to the bedroom to clean up and wash up, she saw the new master who followed her today turned around and told her, "Rulu, leave first."

Rulu quickly concealed her inner surprise, without showing any doubt, and led the people out with lowered head and submissive look.

Ning Er sighed, looked up at Chu Huan, and asked him very seriously: "Ling Wei, why are you so nice to me?"

Without waiting for his answer, she turned and went into the inner room, and sat down on the wooden couch by the window outside the bedroom.

This is an extremely exquisite embroidery room. The walls are hollowed out and inlaid with colorful mother-of-pearl pearls and stones, inlaid into patterns of embroidered auspicious clouds, exotic plants and flowers. At each door, there is a silver gauze and pearl curtain hanging down, falling on an inch-thick Zhang velvet carpet with a pattern of colorful butterflies, flowers and entwined lotus. It looks brilliant and radiant, with an indescribable atmosphere of wealth.

Chu Huan hesitated for a moment, then followed him inside and sat opposite Ning'er: "Why are you asking this?"

Ning Er held her face in her hands. "I remember that snowy night when my horse was startled. The Marquis risked his life to save me from the horse's hoof, cured my illness, and brought me into the Marquis' mansion. He treated me very well. After meeting the Marquis, I finally understood what the drama scripts said about a family of nobles and officials with bells and drums. My every meal, every piece of clothing, and every sock were all prepared by the Marquis. He allowed me to live the life of a rich lady that I never dared to imagine before."

She smiled helplessly: "He has taken care of everything for me. He was even willing to look for my mother's whereabouts for me. I don't need to say how good he is to me. I can feel it bit by bit. Ning'er will never forget it in her life."

"But," she sighed deeply from the bottom of her heart, "now you tell me that he is my father."

Ning'er's childish face was filled with confusion and pain: "Luo Miaoyun is his wife. He almost indirectly killed my mother..."

"I understand that there is no such thing as kindness without reason in this world, but why is it that he treats me so well, but behind the scenes he is so bloody and cruel?"

"Ning'er," Chu Huan stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tear that was about to fall from the corner of her eye: "I won't make you sad." It sounded like a promise, and also like a guarantee.

Ning'er's eyes were filled with tears, and she asked aggrievedly: "Did he know from the beginning that I was his daughter?"

Chu Huan took back his hand and stared at the teardrop on his fingertips. He didn't want to lie to Ning'er, so he told her the truth: "He should have known it when he met you, but out of concern, he didn't dare to tell you. But the longer time went by, the more concerns he had, and the more he didn't dare to speak. As time went on, it has come to this day. It's a pity that I didn't know many things at that time, otherwise, I shouldn't have asked you to follow me into the Marquis' Mansion from the beginning."

After thinking it over again and again, he finally said something good for Shen Chongyan: "But he was probably kept in the dark about your mother's matter from beginning to end. Otherwise, with his character, he would not do such a despicable thing."

Ning'er looked at him stubbornly: "If I wasn't his daughter, would he still treat me well?"

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed before her eyes: the day when she fainted in the laundry room, she had a nightmare about the cold and distant Marquis who kept people at a distance.

She suddenly said loudly, "Definitely not! He might give me some alms out of kindness, or maybe he would take pity on me and find a doctor to treat me." As she spoke, her voice gradually faded, and she looked so pitiful, "But he definitely won't treat me as well as before."

Chu Huan's eyebrows twitched, and he cursed Shen Chongyan in his heart again. He didn't know how many lifetimes he had accumulated to be blessed enough to get such a good girl for nothing, but he was foolish and confused, and made Ning'er so sad.

He coaxed her slowly: "If he wasn't your biological father, maybe you wouldn't care so much about him. Right? But in my eyes, no matter your identity, you are the most pitiful girl in the world."

Ning Er finally stopped crying. She sniffed softly, "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Chu Huan asked her, "When you saw Lord Shen, did you also feel inexplicably close to him? Did you subconsciously want to believe what he said?"

If this were true, Ning Er stared at Chu Huan intently: "Ling Wei, how did you know?"

Chu Huan said softly: "Perhaps because you two are still destined to be father and daughter."

If not, in the previous life, Ning'er and Shen Chongyan did not know each other's identities, and Ning'er would not be willing to die to save Shen Chongyan's life. The reason is probably not something that can be explained away by a simple "repaying the kindness of saving each other in the past".

"When it comes to love, you can't fake it, and what's fake can't be true either."

Ning'er listened thoughtfully, and after a few breaths, she whispered: "But Lingwei, I still can't forgive him."

Chu Huan asked: "Why should I forgive him?"

Ning Er looked up in surprise: "Aren't you going to persuade me to recognize him?"

Now it was Chu Huan's turn to be surprised: "Why should I persuade you?"

Ning'er stared at his handsome face for a long time, and could only euphemistically say, "Aren't you close to the Marquis?" Qingniang is the Marquis's adopted sister, so Chu Huan should call him uncle. But it seems that he doesn't have much respect for this uncle.

Chu Huan repeated: "Very close relationship?" He remembered that in this life, he and Ning'er first met at the Flower Festival. The Shen Mansion did not invite outsiders that day. Perhaps because of this reason, she thought that she and Shen Chongyan were good friends.

He explained: "The relationship between him and me is just average. Seriously speaking, let alone being compared with you, I would prefer Shen Er to my eyes. How could I go against your wishes for him? If it is my selfish desire, I would be happy if you don't want to recognize him."

Ning Er hesitated and said, "But the country has always valued filial piety. Would I be violating the law by doing this?"

Chu Huan smiled and said, "Don't worry. If you are really determined to break up with him, I have my own way to prevent any news from leaking out. Besides, even the government will not interfere in such a private matter."

"It's just that," he said seriously, "Luo Miaoyun's actions involved human life, and her crime is unforgivable, but she can never use the private affairs of the family as an excuse."

Ning Er heard this and suddenly asked him, "Ke Lingwei, you haven't told me yet, why are you so nice to me?"