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

Lord? Shen Chongyan...

Chu Huan's face suddenly turned extremely ugly, and he subconsciously asked: "What did you see about him?" His voice was like a dark cloud mixed with wind and thunder, coming heavily in his face.

Ning'er opened her eyes wide, staring at Chu Huan who was speaking harshly. Her panicked expression seemed to be accusing, and also seemed to be aggrieved: "What, what happened?"

Chu Huan then realized that his impatience had scared Ning'er. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. His long and thick eyelashes trembled constantly, casting a haze in his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he had regained his usual composure. The handsome emperor, who looked like a fairy, knelt down, looked directly into Ning'er's eyes, and said solemnly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so mean to you."

He lowered his head, revealing a humility and vulnerability that was completely different from his status: "I, I'm worried that something might happen to you."

Ning Er "forgave" him almost immediately: "You get up first." She looked at Fa Jing who had half closed his eyes, her face flushed, and whispered, "But I'm fine, am I not?"

"Ning'er, I'm sorry," Chu Huan whispered, "Would you like to tell me what you saw at that time?"

Ning Er dragged him up and complained, "What can't you say? I haven't even had a chance to open my mouth, but you're already anxious."

She tilted her head, recalled the scene, and whispered: "I dreamed that I seemed to have become the lowest-ranking maid in the Xinyuan Marquis's mansion... I was still myself, but it seemed like I was another person. I could see and hear, but I couldn't speak. I could move, but I couldn't control it."

"In the dream, I seemed to be two years older than I am now. They said that I ruined the 'young lady's' clothes, but," she raised her head hastily to defend herself, "I really didn't ruin them!"

"But none of them believed me, so I was punished to kneel on the bluestone slab and reflect on my mistakes," Ning'er said, and she seemed to be back in the cold winter. She couldn't help shivering, "It was really cold, so cold... I didn't..."

Her body suddenly felt lighter, and she immediately fell into a warm embrace.

"I know you didn't! Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." Hearing this, Chu Huan's heart was broken and he felt pain in his lungs. He could no longer bear it and held Ning'er in his arms.

No need to listen anymore, Ning'er...really returned to her previous life while in a coma!

That face that had always been calm and composed was even trembling slightly, and Chu Huan's heart was filled with unspeakable fear and regret.

"I used to work as a laundry maid in the Xinyuan Marquis Mansion..." In my previous life, all of this was glossed over in just one sentence.

But, Ning'er... he didn't know that behind that simple sentence were all the tiny and painful tortures that Ning'er had suffered. Even if she were reborn, she would not be able to escape from or forget the nightmares and memories!

Chu Huan suddenly felt extremely scared. Will she ever go back to the past?

Will she remember all that?

Will she leave me again...like she did in her previous life?

Chu Huan didn't dare to think about it anymore.

He hugged Ning'er in his arms and said in a trembling voice: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, it's my fault. I didn't take good care of you..."

His behavior was so abnormal that Ning'er, who was lying quietly in his arms, couldn't help but ask, "I'm fine, Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

But Chu Huan, contrary to his usual behavior, ignored it and said to himself: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I won't let you suffer anymore..."

"Lingwei, Lingwei? What's wrong with you?" Ning'er struggled to raise her head, but although Chu Huan's movements were gentle, his strength was incredibly great, and he held her firmly in place, unable to move.

She tilted her head and felt a drop of cold water brushing against the edge of her ear.

Ning'er was stunned for a moment, then became anxious. She stubbornly stretched out her hand and touched upwards. Chu Huan turned his face away, as if he wanted to avoid it, but was afraid that the big movement would hurt her. In this moment of hesitation, the soft little hand covered his face again.

Ning'er froze for a moment. She stood there at a loss, even forgetting to take her hand back.

On Chu Huan's jade-like face, she actually felt several lines of tears!

Lingwei, he cried...

This realization made Ning'er's heart feel like it was being gnawed by bees and ants, and she felt a burst of dense swelling pain. She suddenly choked up and said, "You, what's wrong with you?"

Ning'er's hand hesitated for a moment, then slowly wiped the tears from his cheek. Her voice was softer than the honey-colored clouds in the sky: "Don't worry about me, I'm fine, I'm fine, nothing happened..."

She coaxed him softly: "Look at me, I'm fine, right in front of you, okay?"

Unconsciously, the arm that was as strong as iron and stone loosened quietly. Ning'er immediately climbed onto his arm and looked up at Lingwei.

At this moment, there was no trace of tears on his face, except for his charming obsidian eyes, which were as bright as crystal jade and still retained a little moisture.

Chu Huan was indeed staring at Ning'er without any avoidance, carefully looking from her hair to her toes. After a while, he let out a long sigh and hugged Ning'er in his arms again.

He asked reluctantly, "Have you ever had other dreams like that?"

Ning Er shook her head and said in a muffled voice, "No, it was only that one time."

Chu Huan nodded gently and hugged her a little tighter.

Ning Er got out of his arms unwillingly and protested in a low voice: "It's a quiet place in the Buddhist temple. How can you hug each other all the time? The master is watching us!"

As she said that, she turned her head and saw, sure enough!

Fa Jing, who was obviously still half-closing his eyes and pretending to rest, had opened his eyes at some point and was looking at him with a knowing smile.

Chu Huan walked up to Fa Jing and bowed, saying, "Master, you have a keen eye. Ning'er did have the soul-leaving syndrome, but what should we do to prevent it from happening again?"

Fa Jing stood up and returned the greeting, saying solemnly, "Amitabha. I think Your Majesty knows the root cause of Donor Ning's illness better than I do. Everything has a cause and an effect, and every effect has a cause. No matter how strong a person is, there are things they cannot do. I can only do my best to stabilize the little donor's soul and strengthen his body to reduce his injuries."

"But no one can guarantee whether it will happen again. I have something to say to you, Your Majesty."

Chu Huan said seriously: "I hope the master can teach me."

Fa Jing smiled at Ning Er and then sighed, "Supernatural powers cannot defeat karma. Your Majesty and Donor Ning have a karmic relationship from many lifetimes. If there were no suffering in the past, there would not be the causes today. The past cannot be reversed, and it cannot be reversed."

Ning'er was confused by the confusing words. She turned to look at Lingwei, but saw that he was pursing his lips tightly, obviously he understood.

He said with an unhappy look: "But from the beginning to the end, she was innocent. Why should she suffer like this for nothing?"

Fa Jing bowed his head and chanted a Buddhist name: "But your majesty, who says that innocent people don't have to suffer?"