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

My aunt and my uncle caused Lord Shen to make a harmless joke.

Everyone in the room chatted and laughed and it passed by, and no one took it seriously.

Except Shen Chongyan himself.

Even on the way back, the scene was still lingering in his mind.

His mother, his sister, his...daughter, all turned to look at him, as if he had told a joke.

But what he said was obviously true and correct.

At that moment, Shen Chongyan's firm heart was shaken.

Was he really doing the right thing? Shen Chongyan asked himself.

Why not tell them about Ning'er's life experience?

Why not let the people closest to them know that they have a new relative?

Why don’t you tell Ning’er that she deserves to enjoy all this without having to thank or please anyone!

Shen Chongyan rode ahead, leaving the convoy that twisted and turned like a long snake far behind him, with the wind blowing violently in his face.

The inexplicable rationality held back his impulse, like the bridle of a wild horse, and he told himself:

No.

He couldn't act on impulse, he couldn't gamble Ning'er's safety on whether the mastermind in her previous life already knew her life experience.

Let's gamble whether exposing Ning'er's identity too early will bring unpredictable risks.

Shen Chongyan rode faster and faster. From the moment he was reborn and found Ning'er, he secretly vowed to himself that he must protect her forever no matter what.

Ning'er's bloody figure often floated before his eyes. The deep pain at that moment in his previous life was a scar in his heart that he would never forget.

In order to protect Ning'er, he must find the person who is lurking behind him like a poisonous snake.

Shen Chongyan felt as if he was trapped in a vicious circle.

He knew everything about his past life, but he had to pretend to know nothing. He got the answer, but could not tell anyone.

He brought Ning'er back to the Marquis' Mansion and arranged a role for her that was neither too far nor too close. He knew clearly about the grievances Ning'er had suffered in her previous life!

But he couldn't do anything for her, because Shen Chongyan couldn't punish someone who hadn't made any mistakes in this life for something that hadn't happened.

He rushed all the way to the fork in the road, but suddenly pulled the reins. The horse under him was in tune with its master, and it raised its front hooves high and neighed.

He seemed to appear in front of Ning'er as a savior, and made her burst into tears of gratitude with the charity he could give casually.

But clearly, in her previous life, it was herself who brought her pain and misfortune;

The one who brought her disaster was also herself;

In fact, tracing back to the very beginning, it was herself who caused her lifelong tragic fate!

Among all the sinners who have harmed Ning'er, his crime is the most serious and the most unforgivable!

He despised himself.

And now, he stood in front of the ignorant Ning'er, taking advantage of her ignorance to earn her gratitude and trust, and shamelessly enjoying her closeness.

Shen Chongyan turned his horse around and galloped in another direction.

She knew nothing, but he knew everything.

Shen Chongyan is like a person who has an account book but cannot lay out the chips. He knows the result but cannot write out the derivation process.

Ning'er cannot call Cunzhu "Aunt" because she is not worthy of being her "father".

Shen Chongyan suddenly realized that every moment after his rebirth, he was in agony, fear, and escape.

He was afraid of the unknown destiny. What kind of terrifying power could turn back time and space and let him live again?

He was afraid. He was avoiding the truth that he had never dared to face in his two lifetimes. He didn't dare to face the blood in that truth.

He was too cowardly. He didn't dare to investigate. Was he afraid of alerting the enemy, or was he deceiving himself and pretending that nothing had happened?

But the blood and debts of the previous life cannot be treated as if they never happened.

Ning'er was only sixteen years old when he passed away, which means he had less than four years to turn everything around.

Everything must go back to the problem that he has been avoiding, intentionally or unintentionally.

Ning'er's mother...

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Ning'er lifted the curtain and looked out, only to see carriages and horses winding in front and behind like a long snake with no end in sight.

Because there were too many other vehicles on the road, they had to move forward slowly. She frowned slightly and whispered, "How long will it take us to sit here?"

Before he finished speaking, a clear laugh came from outside the car: "But I was right, are you tired of riding in the car now?"

Ning Er looked up in surprise: "Yan Ling, why are you here!"

Yan Ling was riding on a horse, standing beside the carriage. He smiled and said, "The Marquis ordered us to escort the convoy, and it just so happened that I was assigned to the young lady's place."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and glanced at Ning'er, and asked, "Is everything okay, young lady?"

Ning Er said happily, "I'm fine, how about you?" Before she finished speaking, she was surprised to find several blood scabs on Yan Ling's left face. She blurted out, "What happened?"

After saying that, Ning'er immediately realized that this was the hit that the Marquis's wife had given Yan Ling in the face the last time she had an attack.

Yan Ling didn't care at all, as if the scar happened to someone else's face: "It's just a minor injury."

Seeing several hideous scars on Yan Ling's handsome face, Ning'er felt unhappy. She asked in a low voice, "Why haven't you healed yet?"

Seeing her depressed, Yan Ling said hurriedly, "Doctor Ge said that the wound is quite deep and needs more time to heal. But it's too ugly. Did it scare the girl?"

Ning Er hurriedly shook her head: "No, it's just that it will leave a scar, what a pity!"

Chuncao also echoed: "Brother Yan Ling is so handsome, how could he have a scar!"

Yan Ling laughed at what they said: "What's the big deal? I'm not a girl, so this scar is nothing." He stretched out his hand and gestured twice: "Those of us who follow the Marquis have seen such long scars on his body."

Ning'er's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Really?"

Yan Ling nodded, his eyes revealing admiration: "When the Marquis was only thirteen or fourteen years old, he followed the old Marquis to the battlefield, rolling in a pile of dead bodies. We were not even born at that time!"

At that time, the E'lu people repeatedly invaded the border, the late emperor was seriously ill, the internal court was unstable, and external troubles continued. When the current emperor was named crown prince, he was less than six years old.

Before the Marquis reached adulthood, he had followed the old Marquis through life and death, and had been fighting on horseback for half his life. The most dangerous time was when he was cut in the waist by a barbarian soldier and almost died. As a result, he had a deep scar on his waist and abdomen that could be seen to the bone.

Yan Ling looked at Ning'er's sparkling eyes and said with a smile: "Miss, if you are interested, go ask the Marquis yourself next time, and he will tell you in detail."

Ning Er said, "I think that the Marquis and the old Marquis are really great heroes!"

She looked at Yan Ling and smiled, her eyebrows curved: "Yan Ling, you are also a hero!"

Yan Ling blushed immediately after hearing what she said, but then she heard Ning'er say softly, "A hero's scars should be left on the battlefield, how can they be left with scratches from fingernails?"

With a "swish", Yan Ling lowered Ning'er's car curtain, and his somewhat awkward voice came out:

"I'll go find Doctor Ge when I get back and ask him to prescribe me some scar-removing and beauty-enhancing ointment..."

Ning'er and Chuncao looked at each other and laughed out loud.