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

The mountain breeze swayed, the sun set in the west, and the fluttering corners of the robe cast long, thin shadows.

Chu Huan looked down at Shen Chongyao.

Shen Chongyao, who is an invisible person in the eyes of the people in the capital, has no official title and no reputation. He lives a life of idleness under the title of Xinyuan Hou's half-brother, and spends his days singing poems and pretending to be cultured. However, he is actually a smart man.

"stand up."

He looked at Shen Chongyao who was trembling all over but kneeling on the ground and refused to get up, so he glanced at Xiao Ding.

The latter immediately understood, took a step forward, exerted a little force, and lifted Shen Chongyao up by the back collar of his robe.

Chu Huan said: "You are good at taking advantage, but if you want to call me master, you are still lacking in qualifications."

Shen Chongyao had tears in his eyes, staring at the tip of Chu Huan's shoes and said, "It was Yao who offended me. I dare not cling to the master. I beg the master to punish me."

As he spoke, his knees felt weak again and he unconsciously wanted to kneel down.

Chu Huan found it funny, and he called Xiao Ding, "Tell him to stand properly, and stop letting his knees go weak all the time."

Xiao Ding responded and with a cold face, he tapped hard on an acupuncture point on his body. Immediately, Shen Chongyao's legs became stiff and numb, and he couldn't kneel down even if he wanted to.

Chu Huan's fingertips gently stroked the willow branch in his hand and called him by his full name: "Shen Chongyao, what crime have you committed?"

Shen Chongyao quickly poured out the crime he had been thinking about for a long time: "I have the duty of inspection, but I made such a mistake of negligence, leaving the dangerous place unattended, and almost implicated the nobleman. I will never forgive myself even if I die!"

Chu Huan nodded: "In that case, he really deserves to die."

All the words that Shen Chongyao wanted to say were stuck in his throat, and he was choked with speech for a moment. He looked at Xiao Ding in horror as he pulled out a half-inch sharp blade, his eyes wide open.

"However," Chu Huan said slowly, "You not only have faults, but also have contributions."

Shen Chongyao watched anxiously as Xiao Ding slowly put the knife back into the sheath, and he felt his heart beating fast.

He didn't dare to say another word and just lowered his head and listened obediently.

"If mistakes should be punished, then merits should be rewarded. You have compassion for weak women and lend a helping hand in times of crisis. You are kind-hearted."

When Shen Chongyao heard this, he felt his heart fall back into his stomach.

He was clear-headed and thought about what had happened. He couldn't help but feel lucky that he hadn't done anything wrong.

"But the family tradition is not careful, the family is not at peace, and this is the cause of the chaos. This is because the adopted daughter of Xinyuan Marquis Mansion is not strict and has not been educated."

There was frost in these words, revealing the owner's deep unhappiness.

"For Chao Ning's sake, I'll forgive you for waiting this time. There will be a next time..."

Shen Chongyao was horrified when he heard this. He understood that the person in front of him was angry because Shen Ruyao had offended Chao Ning and caused her to be seriously ill.

He bowed his head quickly and said, "It was Yao who was incompetent. He failed to discipline my niece and protect Miss Chao."

Chu Huan turned his head and glanced at him: "Although I am not a magnanimous person, I will not accuse the innocent and fail to distinguish right from wrong. It is Shen Chongyan's fault for not educating his adopted daughter."

Shen Chongyao understood what he meant and said, "Don't worry, I will take care of the house for you in the future and won't let the young lady be frightened or wronged again."

Chu Huan nodded in satisfaction. He told Xiao Ding, "Tell Han Guang to follow Shen Er."

Xiao Ding respectfully agreed. Han Guang was his apprentice who was brought up by him. Han Guang was an excellent swordsman and most importantly, he could move without a trace and had excellent lightness skills.

Then a young man of no more than seventeen or eighteen came out from behind him. He had a calm face but a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle.

Han Guang knelt down and paid great respects to Chu Huan, then kowtowed to his master, and stood behind Shen Chongyao without saying a word.

Shen Chongyao hurriedly said gratefully: "Thank you very much, Master."

Seeing this, Chu Huan nodded and said, "You are a smart person. Next time we meet, you don't have to call yourself a villain."

He left after saying this, leaving Shen Chongyao standing there alone, lost in his thoughts.

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The lights were just coming on, and the air was still filled with the smell of cold wine and leftover food after the bustle.

Ning'er turned over and put her arms under her neck. She tilted her head and asked, "Has anyone ever come to me when I was drunk?"

Chuncao was busy fumigating clothes. The fragrance of frankincense, sandalwood and agarwood with a honey flavor rose and diffused in the house.

She shook her head and said, "No." She lowered her head and thought for a while, "Maybe there was one when I was not around? But Yan Xi also said that he didn't see anyone."

Ning'er nodded, and her eyes moved to Chuncao's hands: "The clothes are cleaned up."

Chuncao picked up the shawl from the shelf nearby and held it out against the light: "It's clean, just like new."

Ning Er stared at the shimmering aqua blue in a daze: "It looks like a piece of paint to me, how come it's so clean?"

Chuncao turned her head to look at her in surprise, and swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth: "Didn't the girl clean it?"

Before being sent to Ning'er to be a personal maid, Yan Ling specifically mentioned the girl's background to her.

When Ning'er was eight years old, she followed the laundry lady to the river and learned how to do laundry and mending. She was raised by an orphan and endured so many hardships that it would take several nights to describe them all.

Yan Ling told Chuncao all this so that she would serve Ning'er more diligently, so as not to offend or offend the girl unknowingly and embarrass her.

But with preconceived notions, Chuncao subconsciously thought that the stains on the shawl were cleaned by Ning'er herself, and for a moment she was a little confused as to how Ning'er could have done it when she was so drunk.

It turns out that it wasn’t the girl who cleaned it.

Chuncao smiled hurriedly, thankful that she didn't say that out loud. She could only vaguely reply, "Maybe it's because it's dried up. It's not difficult to deal with."

Ning'er turned around again and stared at the red cloud and bat pattern on the bed curtains in a daze.

In her mind, she thought of the sadness she felt when she climbed the mountain in the morning and missed her deceased mother, then the splendor of the Flower Festival Banquet, then she saw the Marquis looking at her with encouragement and a smile, and then she thought of the inexplicably appearing, majestic and fairy-like Master Chu...

Flower Festival is the birthday of all flowers and the flower god. It is the most beautiful day in spring.

They had been looking forward to this day for a long time, but it seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye.

Ning'er's heart suddenly felt empty. These days full of flowers and everything in this fairy palace seemed like a dream, leaving her unable to comprehend anything.

It seemed that starting from that heavy snow, as soon as I opened my eyes, everything changed drastically.

It seemed as if overnight, she had gone from being a poor orphan with nothing to a well-dressed and well-fed young lady from a marquisate...

Everyone around her seemed to be accustomed to it, as if she was born to be treated with such dignity and respect.

Ning'er felt inexplicably nervous. She turned over and sat up, looking around.

Under the warm and soft candlelight, Chuncao was arranging her dress carefully, the scent mixed with the rich and fragrant aroma of honey. The silk quilt on the bed was as delicate as skin, and when the hand brushed it, it sparkled with a bright and lustrous glow.

She had not even been qualified to take a look at such material before, let alone touch it, but now it was just piled up under her.

Ning'er suddenly felt a sense of unreality. Would it be possible that one day - perhaps tomorrow - when she opened her eyes, she would find herself back in that dilapidated house?

Or maybe, she is actually dead, and all this is just a fantasy she imagined?