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

The sound of stringed instruments lingers in a melodious and graceful voice, bringing with it a sense of peace and happiness; a round fan embroidered with a red gold dragon flutters gently, bringing with it a faint floating fragrance.

In the building where the sun is warm and spring is deep, the atmosphere is so desolate that it is hard to breathe.

Wu Shilu's voice was still so gentle, as if he was asking if the person in front of him had slept well last night: "Mrs. Shen, please don't keep the old lady and the girls waiting for too long."

Even Shen Ruyao noticed the weirdness at the moment. No matter how slow she was, she realized that the emperor's summons was not a good thing.

Her mother's back was just a few feet away. She was trembling slightly through her thin spring clothes. She seemed to hear a very low whimper, but when she lost her senses, she was clearly gone.

The steward in luxurious clothes asked three times but still got no reply from my mother. He was not angry, but called my grandmother's name with a smile.

Madam Luo looked up in horror. She was surrounded by her daughter-in-law and granddaughter, and several people separated her from her daughter. However, Wu Shilu bypassed Madam Zhu, who was closer to Luo Miaoyun, and turned directly to her: "Madam Luo, if Madam Shen refuses to answer, please help me ask."

Faced with the questioning of the emperor's attendants, Luo's mother did not have the courage to resist. Her lips trembled, and her well-maintained face was full of fear: "General Manager Wu, what exactly are you asking? Please tell me clearly."

Wu Shilu nodded, as if he was quite satisfied. He waved his hand, and a young eunuch handed him a scroll: "Ask according to what is written here."

Madam Luo took it and trembled. She unfolded it and looked at it. She was shocked: "This, this..."

She was so shocked that she lost her balance and dropped the gift from the emperor.

With a crisp sound, the apricot-yellow scroll rolled forward and spread out, folding messily on the ground. In an instant, everyone's eyes uncontrollably looked at the scroll, wanting to see clearly what was written on it that made Mrs. Luo lose her composure like this.

But at this moment, a dark blue sleeve fell, blocking everyone's view, and a thin and pale hand picked up the scroll very lightly.

Everyone looked up and saw a strange man in plain clothes and a silver hairpin, with almost no decoration on his body. He looked at the scroll carefully, then put it away slowly.

No one knew when this man dressed too simply appeared here. But Wu Shilu didn't even raise his eyelids to his actions.

Princess Linping hesitated for a moment, then frowned and asked, "May I ask who you are?"

He raised his hand and bowed to the princess, revealing a frail but beautiful face. He smiled and said, "My humble name is insignificant. I have been blessed by Your Majesty and now serve as the attendant of the west wing of the Wuying Palace."

Hearing this voice, Luo Miaoyun, who had been kneeling on the ground with her head down and motionless, was suddenly shocked and raised her head in disbelief.

"uncle!"

Even though Ning'er was hiding in a partition room behind a drapery of autumn-scented color, she still recognized the thin figure in the main pavilion at a glance.

"Why is he here?" She didn't want to say anything and mouthed the words to Lingwei.

Chu Huan quickly stretched out his hand to help her sit down, and whispered in Ning'er's ear: "Don't worry, he knows what to do."

Ning'er's mind was completely captured by the sudden appearance of Luo Peng. She didn't hear what Chu Huan said at all and looked towards the hall worriedly.

Wuying Palace attendant?

Princess Linping's heart sank. In terms of rank, he was just an insignificant seventh grade, and his job was just to copy the imperial edicts and pages. But people in the imperial court always had followers, and His Majesty would not allow a secretary to accompany him for no reason.

Even on such a good day, he was still allowed to wear plain clothes and a silver hairpin, and wear mourning clothes in front of the emperor.

He answered, then stuffed the scroll into Luo's mother's arms and said softly, "Old lady, don't fall again this time."

Mrs. Luo seemed to have a piece of hot coal stuffed into her arms. She was too frightened to take it. Seeing this, Luo Peng smiled and said, "Madam, why don't you continue asking?"

He turned his head, looked at Luo Miaoyun seriously, and said with a smile: "If you don't want to speak, I am willing to do it for you."

By now, Old Madam Zhu was already very disheartened. How could she not see that the man in plain robe clearly had a history with the Luo family, and it seemed that he had grudges against them rather than any favors!

Just looking at Wu Shilu's attitude, one can tell that he had already received instructions from the emperor to summon the three families here in order to expose Luo Miaoyun's previous sins in public and in front of their closest relatives.

If her guess was correct, then the scroll that made Madam Luo's face suddenly change might contain records of chilling and frightening evil deeds!

I just don't know how this matter reached the ears of the emperor, and why Your Majesty, who always sits alone on the high platform, would take the initiative to meddle in the secret affairs of the rear house.

It's useless... There were tears in her eyes and her face seemed to be rolling in a frying pan and an ice jar, sometimes hot and sometimes cold.

Old Madam Zhu regretted her decision very much. If she had known this would happen, she should have refused even if it meant offending the eldest princess.

Now, all the face she had painstakingly maintained throughout her life, and the reputation of several generations of the Xinyuan Marquisate, were destined to be completely ruined in front of her in-laws, her own family, and all the people in Beijing!

No matter if it was murder, poisoning, or the scandal of Ning'er's mother, once it was exposed... She looked at the scroll sadly and closed her eyes in despair.

Yao'er, your grandmother originally wanted to preserve a little of your mother's reputation and also to protect the dignity of you and your siblings, but now, it is destined to be impossible.

Seeing that Madam Luo was trembling and unable to speak, the Wuying Palace attendant did not continue to embarrass her. Instead, he slowly unfolded the scroll. His voice was a little hoarse, but very pleasant to the ear: "Xinyuan Hou Shen Chongyan's wife Luo Miaoyun gave birth to a son, Shen Cheng, in the seventh month of the Guiyou year..."

"Stop talking!" Luo Miaoyun, who had been silent all this time, suddenly interrupted him like crazy and screamed, "Stop talking!"

Luo Peng glanced at her with a smile and continued reading: "She gave birth to a son, Shen Chengying, and a daughter, Shen Ruyao..."

Luo Miaoyun crawled on her knees for a few steps, and suddenly threw herself at his feet, grabbed his sleeve, and used her hand to cover the scroll. She stared at Luo Peng, pleading: "Please, don't say it. Please!"

Shen Ruyao stared at her mother in amazement, not understanding why she would suddenly do such a thing regardless of the occasion or her dignity.

But Luo Peng seemed to have a heart of stone. He was not moved at all by Luo Miaoyun's tearful pleas. He looked down at her, grabbed her hand, and slowly and firmly pulled out the scroll.

Tears rolled down her face. Luo Miaoyun shook her head and cried incoherently, "Don't say it. Please, Third Brother Peng, please don't say any more!"

She seemed to have completely collapsed, and had completely forgotten her current situation. She held onto Luo Peng's sleeve tightly: "At least, don't do this in front of Yao'er, Third Brother!"