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

The smile on the Queen Mother's face had not yet faded, but it was frozen in surprise at the corners of her lips. She looked coldly at the familiar figure behind the Emperor and said unhappily, "What does your Majesty mean?"

Emperor Zhaoyuan's voice was gentle but a little cold. He turned his head slightly, followed his mother's line of sight, and said with a smile, "What's the matter? Did this palace maid displease the queen mother?"

The empress dowager pursed her lips and said nothing more. She had just punished Ru Dian to reflect on his mistakes in Ciqing Palace, and in the blink of an eye, he was taken back to Yuchen Palace by the emperor. Wasn't this a clear humiliation to her?

She refused to speak, but the emperor didn't care at all. He let Wu Shilu take off his outer cloak, change his clothes and take off his crown. After he wiped his hands slowly, he asked, "Madame Le, tell me, who was ignorant and offended the Empress Dowager?"

Le Zhu's expression changed, and she knelt down and replied, "Your Majesty, Ru was not careful in answering the telegram. The old lady saw that she was young and ignorant, and was afraid that she could not serve Your Majesty well, so she was sentenced to reflect on her mistakes in Ciqing Palace..."

"Your answer was not prudent," Emperor Zhaoyuan repeated playfully, and then ordered Wu Shilu, "Since you have displeased the queen mother, you will be deprived of three months' salary, demoted by one rank, and not allowed to serve in front of the emperor before the Dragon Boat Festival."

Wu Shilu bowed and said, "I obey your order."

Ru Dian, who was standing by, felt as if she had been pardoned when she heard this. If she were really kept in Ciqing Palace by the Empress Dowager, even if she could survive, she would probably never be able to make a comeback.

Unable to suppress her excitement at escaping death, she immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times, and said gratefully, "Thank you very much, Your Majesty, and the Queen Mother for your grace." After that, she obediently left the hall and accepted her punishment.

The emperor’s words are golden, and once they are spoken, even the empress dowager cannot change them.

Emperor Zhaoyuan sat on the couch to the left of the empress dowager and said in a gentle voice, "Mother, have you had dinner?" He personally served her a cup of tea and said, "It would not be worth it if you get angry with these servants and ruin your health."

The emperor's son offered her an excuse, so the empress dowager had no choice but to take it. She took the tea and sighed, "Am I angry for that maid? I am angry because the emperor did not care about his own health and missed lunch and dinner. These people around him do not know the rules and regulations, but just blindly obey. If they neglect the emperor's body, how many of them can bear the consequences?"

Emperor Zhaoyuan smiled and said, "Your Majesty, you are worrying too much. Your son is no longer a little boy. How could he not know hunger and cold? Besides, he did not miss his meal. At noon, he had Master Fajing's delicious meal at Chengguo Temple. Please accompany your son for dinner."

Wu Shilu clapped his hands lightly, and the food officials who had been waiting outside the hall came in one after another, set the table in order, and placed chopsticks in the bowls.

The Queen Mother's eyebrows twitched slightly. She knew that it was better to stop talking when the time came. Having said that, it would be inappropriate to keep her face. She relaxed her expression and said, "So your Majesty went to Chengguo Temple."

Chu Huan nodded and said, "That's right. Fa Jing asked me to wish the Queen Mother good health."

The Queen Mother smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, Master. What's wrong with me sitting quietly in this palace? But since Your Majesty is going to pay homage to the Buddha, you should get up and clear the way for the carriage to stay. If you go there quietly, what if others disturb the carriage? Wouldn't that be bad?"

Emperor Zhao Yuan seemed to be thinking of something pleasant, with a hint of genuine smile in his eyes. He shook his head and said, "It's a coincidence that today, Prince Rui's Mansion came to Chengguo Temple, but they cleared the place in advance."

"Prince Rui's Mansion?" The Queen Mother's heart skipped a beat. "What are they doing there?"

Emperor Zhaoyuan smiled and said, "Princess Rui is interested in finding a marriage for the second young master. She has set her eyes on the girl from Lin Shiqi's family, so she has invited Madam Lin to come to the temple to burn incense together."

The Queen Mother could not help but ask, "So, Your Majesty summoned them today?"

Emperor Zhao Yuan said with a smile: "It was just a meeting with the brothers of Prince Rui." By the way, he watched a good show.

The Queen Mother was about to ask more questions, but the Emperor raised his hand and pointed at the imperial meal in front of him: "It's getting late. Thank you for waiting for me. Please eat first."

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"The girl is back, let's have dinner first!"

As the golden sun set in the west and the bright moon rose in the east, the girl who left home early in the morning had not returned yet. Chuncao stretched her neck in anticipation.

After finally waiting for the girl to return, she hurried to greet her and complained, "The Lin family is too hasty in sending people. Didn't they say they would be back before sunset? How come they delayed the girl until now?"

Ning Er followed her movements to change her clothes, and said with a smile, "That's unfair to them. I didn't expect to meet His Majesty in the temple today, so I stayed a little longer. He sent me back to the garden, and he didn't even stop his horse, but hurried back to the palace."

Your Majesty! Chuncao was shocked when she heard this. Although it had been a long time, she still felt like she was dreaming when she thought about it.

The person who protected the girl turned out to be the emperor of today. Although the girl's life experience was pitiful, who would have thought that fortune and misfortune were interdependent, and that she would have such a great opportunity in the blink of an eye.

Rulu had brought a little maid to help Ning'er wash and wash. She said with a smile, "Since His Majesty sent the girl back, she must have had dinner. Chuncao doesn't need to worry."

Ning'er nodded: "Sister Rulu guessed correctly." She took the handkerchief held by the little girl and covered her face with it. "It's just that my waist hurts from riding back and forth."

Rulu gently took off her hair and said, "Miss, you are young and weak, and you have been so tired today, you should take a good rest. But today, a letter was delivered from the Xinyuan Marquis's Mansion. Do you want to read it tomorrow or now?"

Ning'er's sleepy eyes suddenly opened, and she hurriedly said, "Bring it here now."

Rulu smiled and nodded, "Okay. After you drink the medicine, I will give it to the girl."

Thinking of the bitter soup, she sighed, "Okay."

After washing, Ning'er took off all the hairpins and let her hair down. She loosely braided her hair and let it hang behind her head. She changed into light clothes and leaned comfortably on the couch.

Rulu brought over an extremely delicate huanghuali wood inlaid treasure box. When Ning'er was opening it, she asked casually, "Is this another letter from the Second Master?"

Rulu shook her head and said, "No, it's signed by Lord Shen, Marquis of Xinyuan."

Ning'er paused: "Why is it him?" She raised her eyes and looked at Rulu, "How did Lord Shen know I was here?"

Rulu bit her lip and said, "This, I don't know..."

"Forget it, I guess it was the second master who told me." Ning'er frowned, opened the box and took a look. Sure enough, there were flourishes flying in the wind on it, and it was Shen Chongyan's handwriting.

Chuncao quietly approached Ning'er and asked softly, "Miss, what did the Marquis write in there?"

Unlike the handwriting on the cover, the handwriting inside is in neat and regular script, as if the writer was afraid that she wouldn't understand it, and every stroke was extremely formal.

Ning'er glanced at it hastily, closed the note with a snap, and threw it into the greeting box. She snorted softly and looked at Chuncao warily: "Don't even think about talking to him. Even if you do, I won't listen."