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

"Reporting to His Majesty..." Old Madam Zhu was sweating like a waterfall and her back felt like it was thorns, but she couldn't utter a word.

Who will tell her what to do?

Should she kill these two children? She couldn't do it; but after something like this happened, how could she let them go so easily?

There were so many pairs of eyes staring at her nakedly in the pavilion, and behind her were her descendants and her mother's clan.

If she didn't deal with those two evil creatures, wouldn't the whole world laugh at her Shen family?

Her heartbeat was so fast that it almost burst through her chest. Xiang Mengxuan pulled her anxiously and urged in a low voice: "Mother!"

Madam Zhu gritted her teeth and banged her head on the ground, feeling grief-stricken: "Since she is not of the Shen family's bloodline... I beg Your Majesty to allow us to take away her surname, remove her from the clan register, and move her out of the family tree. From now on, her life and death, misfortune and happiness, will all be left to fate, and will have nothing to do with the Shen family!"

There was a sudden silence in the hall, and no one spoke for a while.

As soon as she uttered these words, it seemed as if she had used up all her courage. Madam Zhu lost all her strength and fell to the ground dejectedly.

Xiang Mengxuan turned around and hugged her mother-in-law, but suddenly her eyes widened and she looked blankly behind her.

Her lips trembled slightly: "Ying, Ying brother..."

Madam Zhu turned around in disbelief, only to see a thin figure standing stiffly and motionlessly in front of the pillar of the pavilion.

The man was no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. He was wearing a light green satin robe with a pattern of green bamboo, a crown made of red gold tassels, and a folding fan at his waist. He was dressed like a young man with a youthful spirit.

Hsinchu should have been as high-spirited as it is in March, but now it seems to have been ravaged by a violent storm, revealing a gray and dead aura.

It was Shen Chengying.

Hearing someone calling his name, he looked up blankly, and all he saw was dazzling gold and green threads, large areas of brilliant bright yellow, and colorful phoenixes and embroidered dragons. It was the emperor's noble chariot.

Many snow-white faces turned to him, countless pairs of eyes with strange flashes stared at him, and bright red lips opened and closed.

"It's not the bloodline of the Shen family..."

"Strip them of their surnames, remove them from the clan register, and remove them from the family tree."

"Life and death, disaster and fortune, have nothing to do with the Shen family!"

In the crowd, he saw his mother, who had always been very respectable, with disheveled hair and red eyes, his grandmother sobbing and his sister's face covered with tears. However, his elegant grandmother seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, with a red forehead.

He took two steps forward, but heard the two eunuchs leading the way whispering, "You are in front of the emperor, why don't you kneel down?"

Your Majesty...

Shen Chengying looked up and did not see the ochre-yellow dragon robe, but saw a very handsome young man with fair skin and fair complexion, wearing a brocade robe embroidered with gold flowers, and a pair of glass-like eyes staring at him blankly.

He sat there quietly, as pure as the fresh snow on the branches. All the filth and ugliness, all the chaos in the world had nothing to do with him.

He laughed at himself. It turned out to be you. It turned out that Young Master Ning was you.

He knelt down woodenly and saluted stupidly.

Old Madam Zhu subconsciously took a breath of cold air. She never expected that Ying'er would appear here at this moment!

But what was even more unexpected was that the moment Luo Miaoyun saw Shen Chengying, she suddenly fell to the ground.

Shame, humiliation, embarrassment... It seemed that at this moment, she truly understood how cruel her actions were to the child.

Ever since he was old enough to understand, everyone around him had told him that he was the eldest son of the high and mighty Marquis's family, and was destined to inherit the century-old glory of his ancestors, Marquis Xinyuan.

Since he was not good at martial arts, he studied hard and worked diligently. Even the teachers in the official school said that they had never seen such a studious and hardworking son in a noble family.

Since his father was away at war, he was rarely at home, so he devoted himself to being filial to his parents and respecting the elders, and being friendly to his brothers and sisters. He even never beat or humiliated the servants in the house.

He truly regarded himself as the future heir of Xinyuan Marquis Mansion and held himself to high standards.

But everything, at this moment, was gone in the blink of an eye. It only made him look more like a joke.

She lowered her head and dared not look at him again.

Shen Chengying seemed unaware and continued to greet them one by one: "Grandma, Grandma-in-law, Mother."

"Brother!" Shen Ruyao ran over and threw herself into his arms. She felt like she had found her backbone. Before she could say anything, tears started to flow.

“Brother,” she cried breathlessly, “Grandma, grandma doesn’t want us anymore. They say we are bastards!”

Shen Chengying seemed not to have heard it, and slowly pushed his sister away. He looked at Luo Miaoyun and said firmly: "I am Daddy's child."

Luo Miaoyun covered her face with her hands and screamed in pain: "Ying'er, no——"

Oh my God, why should the retribution for her wrongdoings befall her child?

Shen Chengying didn't look at her again. He walked step by step to the old lady, half-knelt down, and reached out to help his grandmother up as usual.

But Mrs. Zhu suddenly stepped back and avoided the hands stretched out by her grandson.

Shen Chengying's hand just stayed in the air awkwardly. He raised his head and called out in confusion, "Grandma?"

Zhu Jinyuan's tears flowed uncontrollably. She hardened her heart and shouted, "Don't call me grandma. I'm not your grandma!"

Shen Chengying actually smiled. He whispered, "You are my father's mother, so how can you not be Ying'er's grandmother?"

Madam Zhu pushed him away fiercely and cried, "Go ask your mother what good thing she did! From today on, there will be no more such shameless children and grandchildren in our Xinyuan Marquis Mansion!"

"From now on, your last name is no longer Shen!"

Shen Chengying was shocked and murmured, "No, my last name is Shen, and I am the son of Xinyuan Hou."

Only then did he act like a child of twelve or thirteen years old, and hurriedly turned around to look for his mother: "Mom, tell grandma that Yao'er and I are father's children!"

Looking at her son's stubborn expression, Luo Miaoyun felt heartbroken, but she didn't dare to say a word.

Shen Chengying's face turned grayer and grayer, and the light in his eyes went out. "Why?"

He asked his biological mother in a daze: "Why?"

Luo Miaoyun wanted to vomit blood. She trembled as she hugged the child: "Ying'er, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for you. I'm sorry for you..."

Shen Chengying suddenly waved her arm away: "Don't touch me."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Luo Peng finally laughed out loud happily: "That's great, that's great!"

He looked at Luo Miaoyun jokingly, "Are you happy? Are you satisfied? This is what you get for all your efforts to take someone's life."

He laughed loudly, and cursed like a devil from hell, pointing at Shen Chengying: "Your son is destined to bear the shame of his father and the sin of his mother, and live in sorrow!"

"Your daughter is just like you were back then. No one needs to do anything. Vanity and arrogance will cause her to suffer forever!"

Chu Huan happily enjoyed the farce in front of him as if he were watching a play. He leaned over to Ning'er's ear and whispered bewitchingly: "Ning'er, this is their retribution. Are you happy?"