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

The sound of horse hooves was heard, and the horses were heading down the mountain.

Chu Huan led the horse in front, while Ning'er sat on the horse's back. "... That day, Liu Kui mentioned that the first time she went to ask her mother under the pretext of finding a female teacher for Luo Miaoyun, she was rejected outright. But after a few days, she changed her mind and sent someone to tell her that she was willing to come again."

Chu Huan asked: "So that's why you are suspicious. Is there something wrong here?"

"Yes," Ning'er nodded. "Although I was still young when my mother was alive, I could feel that although my mother was gentle, she was a bit stubborn and would never change her mind easily. After meeting my uncle, I felt this even more strongly."

As she spoke, she hugged Wuxiang's neck and leaned over to say, "Just think about it, mother was in such a difficult situation at the time, but she knew that she had a younger brother in the capital, but until the end, she didn't think of looking for him. Could it be that mother didn't know that uncle had been looking for her all these years?"

Chu Huan led Wu Xiang and nimbly moved around a pile of rocks: "So, do you think there might be some hidden story behind what happened back then?"

Ning'er adjusted her sitting position: "Well, at least it's not as simple as Liu Kui said."

Chu Huan smiled and said, "Have you ever suspected that Luo Peng might have some problems? How can you be sure that he is your uncle?"

Ning Er thought about it and slowly shook her head: "Probably not. But I can't tell how to determine it specifically. Maybe it's just a feeling? When I met him that night, that feeling couldn't be deceived."

If this was all false, then she wouldn't dare to believe anything was true.

Chu Huan nodded: "Ning'er's intuition has always been accurate. Since you think so, there should be no problem with his identity."

Ning Er asked curiously, "Hey, where did this come from?"

Chu Huan smiled and looked back at her, but only said: "Isn't it? You can always distinguish clearly between relatives and strangers, good and evil."

Perhaps there is some kind of connection between blood relatives, otherwise, when Ning'er first met Shen Chongyan, she would not have been willing to follow him back to the Marquis' Mansion after just listening to a few words from him.

The mountains are high and the sun is small. Two people and a horse are walking between heaven and earth. The late spring breeze is blowing gently, softening people's hearts.

Ning Er has now adapted well to the fact that Chu Huan is the emperor: "I've heard in operas before that the emperor is always surrounded by servants and maids when he travels. No wonder when I saw you before, there were always a lot of people around you, both openly and secretly."

Chu Huan smiled and said, "Really? It seems that I was careless. I thought they were hiding well."

Ning Er hurriedly said, "That's good. But no matter what happens, it will always reach your ears quickly. Over time, many people will be able to guess what happened to you."

Chu Huan carefully studied her expression to make sure Ning'er wasn't angry or unhappy. He said softly, "It's my fault. I was always worried about what I had gained and what I had lost. I was always worried that something might happen to you because I didn't see it. I released a few people around you without considering your feelings. I hoped you wouldn't be too angry with me."

Ning'er's two small boots dangled in the stirrups. She smiled and said, "Are you angry? Not really. You are the emperor after all. Besides, whether it's Hanguang or Liuying, they both know their limits very well. I like them very much."

"But," she glanced at Chu Huan, "you should have told me in advance what you were going to do in the future."

He apologized, "I had just found you, and I wasn't very familiar with you. I was impatient and lost my sense of proportion. I even... in short, I did some childish things."

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back. In Chu Huan's heart, if there was anything more important than Ning'er's mood, it was Ning'er's safety.

"Even what?" Ning'er asked curiously, "Tell me quickly. I promise I won't be mad at you."

Chu Huan just smiled and said nothing: "It's better not to say it. If I say it, you won't be angry on the outside, but you will definitely be angry on the inside."

As he said this, he suddenly jumped onto the horse, held Ning'er in his arms, and squeezed the horse's belly. Wuxiang and his master were in tune with each other, and they immediately spread their hooves and ran away.

Ning Er exclaimed in surprise and complained, "Why did you come up just like that?"

Chu Huan shook the rope and said with a smile: "We were so engrossed in our conversation that we completely forgot about the time. Look, where are we now?"

Ning'er then looked around and realized that they had unknowingly descended the Sigu Mountain and were heading towards the inner city.

Once Wuxiang speeds up, he runs as fast as the wind, yet very steadily.

But the running sound gradually became like thunder. Ning'er listened attentively for a while and asked in surprise: "Listen, why is the sound getting louder and louder?"

Chu Huan smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, look back."

She looked back, and saw dozens of dark shadows galloping on horses faintly visible behind Wuxiang against the setting sun.

She asked hurriedly: "What is this?"

"These are the guards guarding the mountain. When they saw us returning to the city, they surrounded us from a distance."

Ning Er muttered to herself, "Your Majesty deserted and ran away. Can't they take a rest?"

Chu Huan joked, "This is their duty, we don't need to care about it. After all, the country has no crown prince, and I can't have any problems for the time being."

Ning Er tried to hold it back, but couldn't help it in the end, and quietly rolled her eyes: "Your Majesty's words are golden, you are not allowed to speak nonsense."

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After running for an unknown amount of time, Chu Huan and Ning'er passed through several city gates unhindered.

In the past, when she went in and out of the city, she was always in a carriage or sedan chair, gazing longingly through the curtains, but today she could sit on horseback and see everything.

Ning'er looked around curiously, but suddenly felt something was wrong: "This, this is not the direction to go back? Where are we going?"

Chu Huan struggled in his heart for a while, but still asked her softly: "Do you want to go back and take a look at Xinyuan Hou?"

Ning Er subconsciously wanted to deny it, but she heard Chu Huan say, "At this moment, the news about Shen Chengying and Shen Ruyao has reached him, and he must be very sad."

She immediately became depressed and could not help complaining, "Don't you dislike the Marquis? Why are you speaking up for him now?"

Chu Huan touched her head lovingly: "You left in a hurry, haven't you thought about going back to visit these days? It doesn't matter who I don't like, what matters is Ning'er's feelings. Now the Marquis' Mansion is barely peaceful. Since you can't let go of Xinyuan Marquis in your heart, why are you afraid to meet him?"

Ning'er lowered her head and remained silent, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Chu Huan coaxed her softly: "If you still don't like it, we can just ride back. If you don't object, let's keep going forward, okay?"

Wuxiang slowed down his pace very humanely, as if to give his little master enough room to think, but Ning'er did not object until he had walked forward dozens of steps.

Chu Huan was behind her, smiled helplessly, and sighed in his heart that he was right, Ning'er simply couldn't let go of Shen Chongyan.

She only knew that she didn't like Shen Chongyan, but she didn't know that he actually had the intention to kill Shen.