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

Fortunately, what Shen Chongyao was worried about did not happen. His elder brother just smiled and said, "Ning'er, it is my luck that you have His Majesty looking after you."

His calm expression was tinged with a hint of melancholy: "To be honest, I am the one who has the least right to comment on your affairs. What happened in the past, in the final analysis, was all my negligence and fault."

No matter how long he prepared himself mentally, he still felt unstoppable pain when he spoke to Ning'er in person: "All the times when you, you and your mother needed me, I was completely clueless and knew nothing. The root cause of your and your mother's life tragedy is me..."

He raised his head, as if he had used up all his courage in his life: "But even so, she didn't blame me, and she didn't even teach you to hate me. Even though it was so difficult, she raised you so, so well by herself..."

Ning'er looked at Shen Chongyan quietly, her face showing a contradictory combination of innocence and insight after going through so much hardships.

She heard her father confess painfully: "I am sorry for you, and even more sorry for your mother. When I brought you into the Marquis' Mansion, I thought that God had given me a chance to make it up to you. But then I realized... I didn't even have the opportunity or qualifications to make it up to you!"

Her struggle, her crying, her sorrow, and her death were all caused by me, but I knew nothing about it.

What qualifications does such a person have to beg for a superficial forgiveness after her death?

Suddenly, Shen Chongyan felt a little warmth on his cold face. In a trance, he raised his eyes and found Ning'er's fingers gently sliding across his cheek.

She raised her hand, two trembling tears still condensed on her fingertips, and whispered: "The doctor said that you shouldn't be sad and don't get angry."

"My Lord, stop crying."

Shen Chongyan stared at her fingertips in a daze, then he realized that he was crying in front of Ning'er.

He was a warrior who had fought in the battlefield. Before he could walk, his father whipped him onto a horse. He was told from a young age that no matter how many times he was stabbed or how much blood he shed, he was not allowed to shed a single tear.

His father once told him that the enemy's blade will never soften because of your crying.

And now, this fragile little girl stood in front of him and told him calmly, "Don't cry."

At this moment, all the words were stuck in his choked throat.

"My Lord," Ning'er sat down again, even closer.

With just one sentence, he was thrown off his guard and became confused: "When my mother was alive, she never mentioned my father to me. It's true, not a single word."

There is an indestructible firmness in Ning'er's calmness, as if she is trying to use this indestructible attitude to resist the great absurdity and impermanence of her fate.

"For many days afterwards, I kept wondering why my mother refused to tell me anything. She didn't tell me who my father was, who I was, and she didn't even tell me that she had a younger brother who depended on her for life, and that I had an uncle..."

"Why didn't she ask you for help? Otherwise, she wouldn't have died of depression at such a young age."

"Later, I finally understood that my mother never wanted to live again. She survived death, struggled to give birth to me, and raised me up alone. It was not because she had given up, but because she couldn't let go!"

"She never let go, never forgave, never let go..."

Ning'er tried her best to suppress the trembling of her voice. Her eyes were so bright that they seemed to be burning like two candles. "Do you understand? She has not forgiven you, nor me!"

"But, even so, she still couldn't bear to leave me. She couldn't bear to see me leave her before seeing the light of day, and she couldn't bear to watch me die. But she herself didn't want to live even one more day..."

Ning'er's voice was erratic, as if she was mumbling in a dream: "When mother was alive, she treated me very well, so well that after she passed away, I almost wanted to follow her...but mother wanted me to live well."

"My Lord, I am so tired, really so tired..."

He stared at Ning'er blankly, without any sound or movement. A frozen stone statue was being shattered bit by bit by someone holding an axe.

Shen Chongyan thought to himself, there is no greater pain than being stabbed by hundreds of blades and pierced by thousands of arrows.

But at this moment, a gentle hand gently fell on the back of his hand, pulling Shen Chongyan's heart, which had turned to ashes, back from the edge of the crumbling cliff.

"My Lord," she called him softly, "you have to help me."

Shen Chongyan thought, how could he not help her? No matter what Ning'er wanted to do, he would do his best, pay any price, and help her regardless of the consequences.

Shen Chongyan was unaware of the violent ups and downs of his emotions. At this moment, Ning'er's voice was calm and emotionless:

"Today, Luo Miaoyun and the rest of the Luo family have been handed over to the Ministry of Justice. They may be handed over to the three judicial departments for a joint trial later."

"How will the investigation be conducted, what will be found, and how will the judgment be made? I don't understand any of this, but I know that you understand."

She looked deeply at the person in front of her and repeated firmly once again: "You have to help me."

Shen Chongyan said without hesitation: "I will help you."

Ning'er nodded. She believed that under Chu Huan's instructions, the three judicial departments would handle this case impartially.

But the problem lies in fairness!

If you look into it carefully, Luo Miaoyun didn't actually do anything. Not only did she not kill anyone personally, there is not even any evidence that she instigated the murder.

Don't forget that everything has Liu Kuiding in the front. What if, what if, at the end of the trial, she is only found guilty of "coercion", how can she be willing? How can the spirit of my mother in heaven rest in peace!

Of course, with Lingwei around, she understood that he would rather bear the reputation of being a killer than give her justice.

But she didn't want to.

His Majesty is a holy monarch. He treats her so well. How could she bear to let him dirty his hands because of a dirty person like Luo Miaoyun?

She stared at Shen Chongyan intently. It should be us who seek justice for our mother.

I am my mother's daughter, and you are my father.

I want Luo Miaoyun to repay tooth for tooth, blood for blood.

Ning'er lowered her eyes, hiding her thoughts under her eyelashes. She said softly, "We all know who is the culprit who killed our mother."

"My Lord, if only Liu Kui is brought to justice, my mother will not rest in peace in the underworld."

At that moment, Shen Chongyan understood everything.

She wanted to find a way to get the three judges to convict and execute Luo Miaoyun!

But her hand was so small, and she placed it so gently on the back of his hand. She was just asking him to help fulfill a daughter's most simple wish.

How could he say no?

Shen Chongyan couldn't help but hold his daughter's hand back: "I understand."

But Ning'er pulled her hand away calmly. When she lowered her eyes, there seemed to be a hint of compassion in her expression, but when you looked closely, it disappeared.

"get well soon."

Father……