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

The gilded copper incense burner with dragon and phoenix patterns emits wisps of light smoke, and the rich and lingering fragrance permeates this unusually magnificent bedroom.

Seeing the sun setting in the west and about to shine through the window, an alert palace maid stepped forward and lowered the golden rattan lacquered bamboo curtain hanging from the lattice window.

At this time in the Ciqing Palace, the head nanny Le Zhu tiptoed to the bright yellow curtain and called out in a low voice, "Madam."

After more than ten breaths, the person in the tent finally made a move. She responded softly, "Hmm?"

Le Zhu knelt down and opened the bed curtain, then bowed and said, "My Lady, it's time to take the medicine."

The Queen Mother had gone to bed late and was still listless. She half-closed her eyes and asked, "What time is it?" Her voice was filled with deep weariness.

Le Zhu said softly, "It's past Shen Zheng."

Upon hearing this, the empress dowager slowly stretched out her hand, and Le Zhu hurriedly half-knelt to help her master sit up. Then several palace maids brought golden bowls, washbasins and other items, and helped the empress dowager to stand up.

She stretched out her hand, pressed her temple, and asked slowly, "How could you sleep until this hour? Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

Le Zhu carefully brought the freshly brewed medicine and said with a smile, "Wouldn't it be a good thing to sleep more? If the imperial physician hadn't specifically instructed that this medicine soup must not be taken late, how could this servant dare to disturb your Majesty's sleep?"

The Queen Mother looked at the dark medicine with disdain and shook her head, saying, "Those old sly people in the Imperial Hospital only prescribe some Taifang prescriptions and coax people to take them every day and every month. There is no effect at all, they just do it for peace of mind."

Then she asked casually, "How is the emperor doing?"

The smile on Le Zhu's face froze. She personally helped the Queen Mother take the medicine, handed the golden bowl to the maid beside her, and then said softly, "Your Majesty, judging from the movement in Yuchen Palace, His Majesty has not returned to the palace yet."

The Queen Mother paused, and she narrowed her eyes slightly: "Oh? It's past 3 p.m. and you haven't returned to the palace yet. I seem to remember that His Majesty didn't have lunch today, and hurriedly left the palace with his men. He hasn't returned yet."

Through the mirror, she looked at the headband on her head and said, "Go and call Wu Shilu. I have something to ask you."

Le Zhu responded while carefully observing the Queen Mother's expression: "Yes, but your Majesty, when His Majesty left the palace today, he brought Eunuch Wu with him. The one who stayed in Yuchen Hall and led the group is Wei Dexi, the eldest disciple of General Wu. Do you think we should call him over..."

The Queen Mother waved her hand and said, "What can those people here ask? I'm afraid they won't even have the chance to speak in front of Your Majesty."

She put away the smile on her face, and her usually kind and peaceful face immediately revealed the cold majesty of a master.

She sighed, "I am getting old, and the emperor is getting older day by day. People outside don't know how I, the queen mother, am enjoying a comfortable life in the palace. Little do they know that it is difficult for a mother to even see her son."

After hearing this sentence, all the palace maids and eunuchs in the hall knelt down in unison.

Le Zhu did not dare to talk about the emperor, so he knelt down and said, "What are you talking about, Your Majesty? Everyone in the palace knows that our Majesty is a very filial person. No matter what rare treasures there are from land and sea, he would rather not use them himself, but give them to the Ciqing Palace first. In terms of exquisiteness, even the Yuchen Palace and the Qianming Palace are not as exquisite as the one in Your Majesty's palace. If you say anything, Your Majesty will do it. It's just that the Queen Mother understands that Your Majesty is busy with state affairs and is unwilling to speak easily."

The Queen Mother smiled when she heard this: "You only know how to say these words to coax me. The Emperor's temper may be unknown to others, but am I not clear about it?"

She hesitated for a moment and said, "Forget it. Go find a palace maid who can serve the emperor. I'll just ask her a few questions."

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At this time, in Chengguo Temple, the emperor, who was missed by the empress dowager, was looking at the girl behind him encouragingly: "Don't be afraid, just go ahead."

Ning'er looked at the tall and handsome old monk in front of her with some curiosity. She put her hands together and bowed respectfully: "My daughter greets the abbot."

A smile appeared on Fajing's thin face, and he clasped his hands together and said, "Little donor, no need to be so polite." After that, he gestured for her to sit on the cushion.

Ning'er turned her head to look at Chu Huan, and seeing him nod with a smile, she sat down in front of Fa Jing with determination.

Fa Jing carefully examined Ning Er's features, took out a round plate with a black background and gold lacquer from the drawer, and said, "Little donor, please stretch out your left hand, with your palm facing up."

Ning'er did as she was told. The round plate looked like it was made of porcelain and was cold, but when she put her hand on it, it still felt like stone, but she could feel a faint warmth in her palm.

Seeing her curiosity, Fa Jing took the initiative to explain: "This is the warm jade tributed by the Nanluo Kingdom. It is quite rare, the color is like bluestone, it is warm to the touch, and has the effect of purifying the mind and calming the spirit. With its help, you can achieve twice the result with half the effort."

Ning Er nodded: "Thank you, Master."

Fa Jing looked at Ning'er's palms one by one, and then carefully felt her pulse. His thick eyebrows slightly frowned, and he said in a deep voice: "Donor, have you ever had the disease of soul separation?"

Before Fa Jing finished speaking, Chu Huan's expression suddenly changed: "Master, what does this mean?"

Fa Jing chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha. Your Majesty once told me that you are worried that the young donor Ning may be frightened and her spirit may be unstable, and you hope that I can bless her. But from what I just saw, the donor Ning clearly has the syndrome of spirit leaving her body... That's why I asked this question."

Ning Er was confused by Master Fa Jing's words. She asked in confusion, "What is the soul leaving the body? How could I have experienced it?"

Fa Jing said: "That's something I'll have to ask Donor Ning. Generally speaking, when a child's soul leaves the body, it's because they were frightened and their souls were unstable, so they left the body while they were sleeping or unconscious. Donor Ning, why don't you think about it? Has anything similar ever happened to you?"

Ning Er subconsciously wanted to deny: "Of course not." But as soon as she said that, she suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but ask, "Wait, Master, may I ask if the soul-leaving... is the nightmare?"

Fa Jing shook his head first, then continued, "It's different from nightmares. Nightmares are often haunted by evil things, and they need to be driven away by thunder and lightning to improve their yang. Soul-leaving is caused by weakness, and they need to be carefully nurtured with water-grinding skills. But both are extremely detrimental to one's vitality, and some of the symptoms are indeed very similar."

At this point, Chu Huan's heart suddenly sank. He recalled that before he was completely reborn, he frequently traveled between his past and present lives in his dreams. What he saw in his dreams at that time was almost as real as it could be...

Could it be that Ning'er had had such an experience before?

He couldn't help but tremble with fear, and looked at Ning'er hurriedly: "What on earth is this nightmare you mentioned?"

Ning Er frowned and said hesitantly, "If the master hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten it. That time, I went to the laundry room in the Marquis's mansion, but I didn't expect that as soon as I stepped through the door, I felt dizzy and breathless..."

"Later, I fainted without realizing it. After I fainted, I just felt myself floating around, as if I had gone to another place. I thought I was dreaming, but every blade of grass, every word and every action there were so realistic that they didn't seem like a dream..."

Recalling the experience at that time, Ning'er still couldn't help but pale her face. She subconsciously clenched her hands: "There, I, I also saw... the Marquis!"