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

Shen Chongyao carefully waited on Ning'er all the way to the garden where Xinyuan Hou was recuperating. According to etiquette, it was almost dusk and he should not visit the patient. But Ning'er was willing to come, which made him overjoyed, so why would he mention this to spoil his mood?

When we entered the main courtyard, we saw maids, big and small, busy shuttling back and forth in the corridor. Perhaps affected by the tense atmosphere in the mansion, they all had solemn expressions, held their breath, and dared not utter a word.

In such silence, the harshness of the argument was particularly evident.

In front of the two-cross-four-bowl partition, Xiang Ming tightened her lips and couldn't help raising her voice slightly, saying to a young woman: "...Besides, the Marquis also said that he doesn't want to see outsiders at this time, so please go back!"

The woman sneered, "Young lady, you are so arrogant that you are talking about insiders and outsiders in front of us! Regardless of the fact that the Marquis is ill, we, as concubines, should serve him by his bedside. Even if he is not ill, why is it that Young lady is stopping us from seeing others? Doesn't that mean I am the outsider and Young lady is the insider?"

Xiang Ming had never heard such sarcastic words before. No matter how kind-hearted she was, she couldn't help but feel annoyed. But she also thought that her master needed to rest and recuperate. If she really quarreled, it would inevitably cause trouble. She had no choice but to swallow her anger and said kindly, "Aunt, what you said is probably going to make Xiang Ming die unjustly. I want to let you know that I will follow the orders of the Marquis in everything I say and do, and I will never dare to act on my own."

But the concubine ignored her and just kept saying, "The young lady has served the Marquis for a long time, so she doesn't take us who came later seriously. If Concubine Ye came, would you say the same thing to her?"

Ning'er and her companions were greatly surprised when they heard these two sentences out of the blue. Even when Luo Miaoyun was around, there was no reason for the women in the mansion to quarrel so openly.

Shen Chongyao was immediately furious. He had finally coaxed Ning'er over, but as soon as he arrived, he saw this scene, which was simply humiliating.

He hurried forward a few steps and said angrily: "My eldest brother is ill, and the old lady can't take care of him for the time being, and you are so presumptuous?"

Xiang Ming and the concubine turned around and saw that it was the Second Master who was now in charge of the household affairs in the mansion. They all calmed down and hurriedly bowed their heads and said, "Greetings, Second Master."

Ning'er saw it from afar and couldn't help but let out a low exclamation. It turned out that the woman who was arguing with Xiang Ming was none other than her aunt Song Qiuxin, whom she was very familiar with!

She could hardly believe her eyes. When she was with Aunt Song that day, she was so quiet, gentle, peaceful and calm. How come she looked like this after not seeing her for some time?

Ning'er couldn't help but think of the first time they met, Miss Song, who was wearing an ivory jacket and a magenta double-breasted bodice, smiling and looking at her friendly.

Looking at the well-dressed woman in front of me, who is sharp-tongued, unreasonable and unreasonable, it feels like a different world.

Shen Chongyao was still scolding Xiang Ming in a low voice, "How did you serve? Didn't you know that the Marquis couldn't stand noise during his illness? Didn't you see the nobleman coming? You ignored him and started to make noise at the door, and you still think our house isn't funny enough!"

Although he was annoyed that Song Qiuxin did not follow the rules, she was nominally his brother's concubine, and it was not his place to teach her a lesson.

Xiang Ming knew that the Second Master was giving her a way out, so she knelt down and said, "Master Yao is right! It was my fault for disturbing the Marquis and neglecting the distinguished guest. Please punish me, Master."

Shen Chongyao said coldly: "I'll fine you one month's salary. Come and serve me now. After you're off duty, reflect on your mistakes!" Then he walked back to Ning'er without saying a word to Song Qiuxin.

Aunt Song shut up awkwardly and stepped aside. She was a relative of Madam Xiang and was naturally a little afraid of her cousin Shen Chongyao.

Xiang Ming thanked him, got up from the ground and took a look. She was so frightened that her soul left her body. She rubbed her eyes to make sure that she had not seen the wrong person.

The young man standing next to Master Yao, who was full of dignity and honor, was actually their Miss Ning!

She stuttered for a moment, not knowing how to address the person, until Shen Chongyao reminded her, "Why don't you go meet Master Ning?"

Xiang Ming bowed deeply and said, "This servant greets Master Ning."

Ning Er nodded casually, and Shen Chongyao said, "How is the Marquis now? We should go in and take a look."

Before Xiangming could reply, Concubine Song, who had been standing by with her head bowed, suddenly said, "Let the Second Master know. Miss Xiangming said that the Marquis is ill now and does not see outsiders."

As she spoke, she looked up at Xiang Ming with some pride and said, "Girl, tell me, is it true or not?"

Halfway through, her eyes froze involuntarily. She stared at Ning'er's face in disbelief: "Miss Ning..."

Upon hearing this, Shen Chongyao was furious and said, "What kind of nonsense are you talking about? Get out of here!"

If he and Ning'er both become outsiders to the eldest brother, who else in the world would be worthy of being his wife?

He was furious, but was afraid of spoiling Ning'er's fun, so he turned around and said softly, "Don't pay attention to such a fool. We just go in by ourselves."

Ning Er stopped and asked Xiang Ming, "Did the Marquis really say that he won't see outsiders now?"

Xiang Ming was speechless for a moment. She stared at Ning'er and choked up when she spoke again: "Since the Marquis... left, he has been disheartened and no one in the Marquis's mansion wants to see him."

She said the word "girl" very softly, and it just rolled on the tip of her tongue and was swallowed, but Ning'er heard every word clearly.

Xiang Ming glanced at Shen Chongyao and whispered, "After the second master came today, the Marquis became even more unwilling to see anyone. He even asked the imperial physician to leave and locked himself in the room. He refused to eat or take medicine. Even when I wanted to go in and give him some advice, I was driven out."

"That's why the scene that the Second Master saw happened. It's really not that this servant dares to be disrespectful to the master."

Ning Er stayed where she was, without saying a word for a long while, then turned to Shen Chongyao and said, "Sister, you have made it clear. The Marquis does not want to see anyone now, so why should I be that unwelcome guest?"

Before she finished speaking, Xiang Ming became anxious. She blocked Ning'er's way and begged, "Please be kind. We are already at the door. If you don't go in and take a look, the Marquis will be so sad if he finds out." In front of Song Qiuxin, there were some things she couldn't say directly, so she could only say vaguely, "Day and night, I just hope to see you again!"

Aunt Song's eyes widened. She wanted to meet the Marquis, but she refused in every way. But Miss Ning was the one who came forward to beg her to meet him. How could this be possible?

Ning'er had mustered up all her courage until now, but when she was about to take the final step, she felt like backing out. She shook her head and said hesitantly, "Forget it, let's do it another day."

Shen Chongyao wanted to persuade him again, but he hadn't figured out how to start. Xiangming wanted to stop him, but she didn't dare to move. At this moment, someone suddenly spoke from behind the partition. The voice was hoarse and weak, and he pleaded in a very low voice: "Don't leave!"

The name was on the verge of his lips, but it was like a thousand-pound iron olive that he couldn't utter.