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

Ning Er kept repeating this to herself, trying to dispel Chu Huan's unrealistic idea: "Your Majesty, this is against the rules! It's simply a joke."

"Oh?" Chu Huan didn't even raise his head. "Since I am His Majesty, I have the final say. I have made up my mind, and you don't need to say more."

Ning Er was so anxious that she was sweating: "Ling Wei!"

Chu Huan then stopped and looked at her with a smile: "What's wrong?"

Ning Er said angrily: "This is absolutely not allowed!"

Chu Huan asked her back: "Why not?"

Seeing that he still looked righteous, Ning Er was both angry and amused: "You are the emperor, how can you be so impulsive and act on your own accord? If it were anything else, it would be fine, but you can confer the title of a prince? You're so smart."

Chu Huan asked with a smile: "Then according to Ning'er, I should listen to you, right?"

Ning Er nodded quickly and said, "That's right!"

Chu Huan said slowly: "I am the emperor. The emperor listens to Ning'er. I only confer you the title of a prince. Isn't that too low a title?"

Ning Er was stunned in place, not knowing whether to laugh or cry at his twisted logic. It took her a long time to react: "What? This is simply far-fetched logic."

Chu Huan smiled and straightened her shoulders: "Watch the road, be careful not to fall again. Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all grace from the Lord, just accept them calmly."

He then patiently explained to her, "Think about it carefully. This idea may seem absurd, but it is actually very suitable. If you are given a hereditary lordship, others will inevitably ask about your ancestry and origin. When you enter the palace to study, if you meet a prince, a duke or a prince, you will be obviously inferior to them. The palace values ​​status the most. Your status is lower than theirs, and you are pretending to be a man. If someone deliberately makes things difficult for you and I can't take care of you for a while, wouldn't that make you suffer for nothing?"

"But being crowned a prince is different. First, you are a prince, and you don't have to be polite to anyone except the emperor. Those spoiled children of dragons and phoenixes dare not act presumptuously in front of you. Second, it can also match your previous status. You were sent to a temple to be educated since childhood, and when you grow up, you will return to the capital to be crowned a prince. Ning'er, do you know? There is a precedent for this in previous generations."

Ning Er asked hesitantly, "What precedent?"

Chu Huan's smile was a little subtle: "The previous dynasty's Yingzong was old and had no heir, so he chose a young son from the royal family, built a Taoist temple outside the capital, separated his parents, and raised him until he was ten years old before returning him to the palace. He was initially named Prince Yi'en..."

The more Ning Er listened, the more she felt something was wrong: "What happened next?"

"Later?" Chu Huan glanced at her with a smile. "A few years later, he was canonized as the Crown Prince. After Emperor Yingzong passed away, he ascended the throne and was given the temple name Emperor Guangzong."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Ning Er coughed unexpectedly, and it took a long time for her to catch her breath: "What? Becoming the emperor!"

She was horrified: "In this way, isn't it intentional to cause misunderstandings?"

Chu Huan patted her back gently, trying not to laugh and said, "The more misunderstandings and guesses there are, the less people can figure out your true identity, and the safer you will be. Others will not guess your true identity either."

He said slowly: "Besides, you can always be a girl happily. Most of the people you come into contact with when you are a prince will never be seen when you are a girl. I am a man, and I know that women in this world have a much harder time than men. Being a prince is much more enjoyable than being a princess!"

He looked at Ning'er with a smile: "I can't make you a princess, can I? Although I am older than you, I am afraid I can't raise a daughter this big."

Ning'er's face turned red. What? Chu Huan is twenty-six and she is already thirteen!

----

Chu Huan finally told Ning'er his true intention: "In fact, you are a girl. If I just arrange a noble birth for you and find you foster parents from a noble family, it would be a very easy thing. I don't even need to step in. I can just ask my sister to do it."

"But it's easy to change your origins, but I have to ask you to change your name and surname from now on, and recognize someone else as your ancestor. I always feel that this is too unfair to you."

His eyes fell gently on the messy wooden sign: "Ning'er is Ning'er. You have your own origins, your mother, why should you attach yourself to someone else's ancestral temple? Don't you think so?"

The spring breeze blows gently, covering the area in front of the tomb with green.

Ning'er knelt in front of the grave, picking the grass in front of the tombstone bit by bit with her hands. She whispered, "Yes, actually I don't like it, and I don't want to recognize someone else as my mother. But I couldn't bear to refuse the good intentions of the Marquis."

She fondly stroked the words "Mother's Tomb": "Last time we left in a hurry, I didn't even have time to tell my uncle that my mother was buried here."

Chu Huan leaned forward and said, "When the Luo family's affairs are settled, I will ask him to come with you." There was a hint of apology in his tone, "But he has worked for Luo Jurui for many years, and now he has to be interrogated together with him, so he can't get away for the time being."

Ning'er nodded: "I understand, my uncle must have his reasons for working for the Luo family."

Chu Huan stayed quietly by the side, not disturbing Ning'er's solitude with his mother. Her voice was very soft, but every word fell clearly into his ears: "Mom, do you know? I met my uncle, he is very handsome, and he misses you very much. He said that I look a lot like you."

Ning Er laughed as she spoke: "But she's not as pretty as mother. Take a look, isn't she?"

Her tone gradually became gloomy: "I have also found the bad guys who bullied you, and they will have their retribution. But mother, why didn't you tell Ning'er that you had suffered so much?"

The tears fell on the soil and stones in front of the tomb and seeped away in a blink of an eye, leaving only round brown marks.

"Mom," she seemed to have made a great decision before she spoke tremblingly, "I, I found him too."

"Can you tell your daughter whether you hate him or not?" Ning'er looked at her mother, confused and in pain, "How should I treat him?"

The low sobs touched Chu Huan's heart.

He knew very well that the person Ning'er was asking about was her biological father, Shen Chongyan.

----

Because she had been kneeling for a long time, Ning'er couldn't stand steadily immediately when she stood up. Chu Huan asked her to hold his hand and half lean on him, waiting for her numb legs and feet to recover.

He was silent for a long time, and finally asked her: "When your mother was buried, you were too young to do it. After your uncle's death, have you ever thought about moving the tomb for your mother to a new place of burial?"

Ning Er turned her head to look at him, and her words were somewhat nervous: "Is it okay for me?"

When my mother was buried, Qian Lao San used all sorts of coaxing and deceiving methods and told us countless taboos. The most important one was that Ning'er was a girl and not yet an adult, so if she wanted her mother's soul to rest in peace and be buried in peace, she had to give the money to them to arrange the funeral.

But in the end, they didn't even build a tombstone for my mother.

His voice was so reliable and steady that Ning'er lowered her head thoughtfully.

After a while, she suddenly said to Chu Huan: "Actually, I'm thinking that there still seems to be something that doesn't make sense."