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

A gust of wind blew by, picking up elm leaves and letting them fall on the green surface of the pond.

Ning'er looked at the fallen leaves, shaped like coins, floating in the rippling water with some curiosity.

"These are elm money trees. The person in charge of flowers and trees in the palace called them lucky money trees for good luck."

Suddenly, a young man's voice came from behind. Ning'er turned around and saw an unexpected person.

"Master Ying?" She was a little surprised.

Shen Chengying bowed and said, "Miss Chao Ning." Then he walked to Ning'er, lifted the corner of his robe, and sat down on the bluestone rock bank beside the pool.

Shen Chengying was a few months younger than her, but half a head taller than Ning'er. Ning'er saw that he was dressed casually, with only a hair crown on his head, and he looked nothing like the neat and bright look he had shown in the previous times they met.

She looked behind Shen Chengying and asked curiously, "Why didn't Master Ying bring anyone with him?"

Shen Chengying smiled and said, "Isn't Miss Ning also walking around the yard alone?"

Ning'er smiled and didn't respond. She was different from those princes and nobles who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths. They were used to being surrounded by people since childhood. Ning'er preferred to be alone.

Seeing Ning'er staring at the elm leaf that fell into the pond in a daze, Shen Chengying changed the subject: "Miss Ning, are you interested in the lucky money leaf?"

Ning Er smiled and said, "Yes and no. I am just feeling sad. The elm seeds taste really good, but it's a pity that they were planted next to the pond and the leaves fell into the water in vain."

Shen Chengying didn't expect that Ning'er would play a joke on him. After a pause, he also smiled.

He had previously thought that Ning'er was a weak and frail woman who might not know how to grow an elm tree, but it turned out that he was just being too self-righteous.

Of course he knew that many common people steamed and cooked fresh elm leaves. Although he was the son of a marquis, he had been taught by his father and grandfather since he was a child that he must distinguish beans and millet and not be the kind of person who did not know how to farm.

Shen Chengying said a few more words for no apparent reason: "I came out alone today to wait for my personal servant to go to my friend's place to pick up a four-browed dog."

He stretched out his hand and gestured: "It was born less than a month ago, and it's only this big, with iron-clad gold fur."

"Four-browed dog? Does it have four eyebrows?" Ning'er has liked cats and dogs since she was a child. When she heard that it was a puppy, she couldn't help but ask a few more questions.

Shen Chengying smiled and said, "No, it's just that this kind of dog has two tufts of hair of different colors at the ends of its eyebrows, like two round spots. It looks like it has four eyes."

Ning Er pondered for a while, then said, "Shouldn't we change the name to Four-Eyed Dog?"

Shen Chengying laughed twice and nodded, "Miss, you are right. In this case, it is not quite appropriate to call her Simei."

Ning'er saw that he was quite easy-going and considerate in his dealings, and not at all like his sister who was domineering and overbearing. She couldn't help but feel surprised that these two people had such completely different personalities despite being born of the same mother.

She looked at the time, bowed, and brushed her sleeves gently: "Thank you, Master Ying, for helping me solve my doubts today. It's getting late, so Ning'er will take her leave first."

Shen Chengying hurriedly stood up and returned the greeting, saying, "Miss Ning, take care."

Ning Er was about to turn around and leave when Shen Chengying called her again: "Miss Ning, are you feeling better now?"

Ning Er smiled faintly and said, "It's fine now, I just have to be a little cautious about my diet."

Guilt appeared in Shen Chengying's eyes: "My sister is ignorant and has caused trouble for you."

Ning Er didn't comment on this: "Last time, Miss Yao has apologized, and the Marquis was punished for his mistakes, so why should we worry about it anymore?"

She tilted her head and looked up at Shen Chengying: "Besides, it's not you who did something wrong. Why would you apologize for someone else's mistake?"

Her eyes were clear and open, as if she was genuinely confused about this, but Shen Chengying suddenly felt ashamed and could no longer say anything to explain. He could only watch her slowly walk away.

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Ning'er quickly forgot about the incident with Shen Chengying. She returned to her room, closed the door, called Chuncao, and asked her:

"Have I any plain dress? I don't want anything with embroidery or carvings."

Chuncao said, "The girl has given me a difficult problem."

As she spoke, she led Ning'er to the second-to-last compartment, which was neatly lined with a large cabinet with four top boxes. Chuncao opened a door with both hands and saw that it was decorated with layers of shelves, which were neatly filled with all kinds of brand new dresses.

Ning Er was stunned: "This, this can't all be mine?"

Chuncao nodded, and she took out a small table and said, "There are still two cabinets. There are so many new ones made in February. Even if the girl changes three pieces a day, I'm afraid she won't be able to wear them all."

Normally, Zishan and Lingzhi would pick out the clothes that the girl would wear the next day, fumigate them with a fumigator before going to bed, and then place them on the changing rack for Ning'er to wear.

So Ning'er had never seen such a dazzling scene in her closet where she kept her clothes.

She was really frightened: "Where did all this come from? I remember the master chef from Jinxiangfang only came here a few times..."

Chuncao giggled: "It can be seen that the girl has become confused because of her rich life. The first time the Marquis sent so many bright materials. Not to mention the later ones."

"Although the Marquis doesn't come back to the mansion often, he sends things to Songshou Hall every now and then. Those who don't know would think that the Marquis is showing filial piety to the old lady, but those who know would know that 70% of the 10% is sent to you."

"The chef has measured your figure and made you a few more sets of clothes before you get too old. After the Flower Festival, he eagerly sent you so many spring clothes..."

"Miss, you don't know that Sister Zishan and Sister Lingzhi are out there right now, and there are also some maids and wives trying to get close to them..."

"Now, even the chief steward in charge of purchasing fabrics in the mansion is busy with your work. If there is anything good, the eldest and second young ladies must send some to us."

Chuncao explained to Ning'er with a smile while opening the cabinet doors one by one. The sight was filled with gold, jade, and clusters of flowers.

For the first time, Ning'er felt directly what it meant to be rich and wealthy.

Fortunately, she was still able to stay awake and was not dazzled by the wealth and splendor that was rushing towards her.

Ning'er then understood why Chuncao said that she had given her a difficult problem.

She calmed herself down and said to Chuncao, "Skip all the brightly colored ones first. Let's just pick out the moon white, silver white, silk white, and aquamarine."

Chuncao looked at her daughter, then at the huge cabinets that stood from floor to ceiling, and asked incredulously, "Just me and my daughter, two people looking for it?"

Ning Er nodded helplessly: "It's just the two of us. The Marquis and I have agreed not to let the old lady know for now."

Chuncao stared and said, "Girl, I don't know either!"