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

Ning'er stopped and was walking towards her room as she didn't want to care about Qian Si's affairs anymore.

Hearing this, she turned to look at Chu Huan and said in sudden realization: "Yes, why?"

Everyone in the yard looked at Qian Si Nu, and Xiao Ding understood and took out the cotton cloth that was blocking her mouth.

Qian Si Nu took a few deep breaths before raising her head. At this moment, she felt scared and knew that except Ning'er, no one in this courtyard took their lives seriously.

She didn't care about anything else at the moment, she just cried and begged, "Sister Ning, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Ning Er knew that Chu Huan would never speak without a purpose. Her eyes were fixed on Qian Si Nu, and she murmured, "Why do you call her Si Nu?"

Qian Sinu was puzzled and blurted out: "Of course it's because I'm ranked fourth."

As soon as she said this, she realized something and her face turned pale.

Ning'er couldn't help but feel horrified. From childhood to adulthood, the Qian family clearly only had this one daughter.

She immediately turned to look at Chu Huan, hoping to get an answer from him.

Chu Huan sighed softly. Even though he was used to seeing the ugliness of the world and people, he still felt a little reluctant to let Ning'er know about this.

"Except for the one in front of you, of the three daughters born to Qian, the eldest was sold, the second was lost, and the third was drowned at birth."

He glanced at Qian Sinu, who looked panicked. "Of course, according to Qian, they were in financial difficulties and had no choice but to do this."

As for why they kept the fourth daughter, it was because a single woman came to the alley at that time and bought the old house from them for a sum of money far higher than the market price.

With some money, he managed to raise the next daughter. Unexpectedly, after having this fourth daughter, Qian Lao San's life became better and better.

A few years later, the helpless woman died. Not only did he make a fortune, but he also relied on his second brother to become a constable and transformed himself from a small worker to a foreman...

The blood in Ning'er's body froze in an instant. That single woman was her mother!

It turned out that the Qian family not only looted all the relics left by her mother after her death, but also used some tricks to secretly seize her private property from the very beginning.

The evil of human nature has reached this level.

Her eyes swept across Qian Si's face inch by inch. Her mother struggled to raise her at the risk of her life, but the Qian couple ruthlessly killed their own child with their own hands.

Qian Si Nu still couldn't believe it. She kept saying, "No, no, my parents love me very much, very much!"

Yan Ling looked at her coldly: "Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. How dare such a ruthless person call himself a parent? He is not worthy of being a human being!"

Qian Sinu screamed angrily, "Nonsense, nonsense! It's not like that, it's not like that. I want to go find my mother, mother and brother!"

She twisted her hands and struggled to run out of the courtyard gate. Seeing this, Xiao Ding drew his sword!

A cold light flashed, and the soft rope that was bound around Qian Si's hands fell off.

He looked sternly at Qian Sinu, who was so frightened that her knees went weak and she knelt on the ground, and said in a cold voice: "According to the laws of our dynasty, if a person is under the age of fourteen, his parents will be sentenced to death, not himself. Since you don't believe it, why don't you go and see for yourself."

After saying this, he sheathed his sword and stood behind Chu Huan without saying a word.

Qian Si Nu wiped her tears, stumbled to her feet, went out the door and rushed home.

Yan Ling was a little hesitant. He subconsciously asked Chu Huan: "Master Chu, if we let her go like this, will it be a bargain for her?"

"No." It was Ning'er who answered. She looked at Yan Ling and said, "Her mother is capable of doing such a thing. If Qian Sinu returns home at this time, she will really hit a dead end."

She said quietly, "After all, her mother's husband died, but she still has a son. I'm afraid she would do anything for herself and her son."

A chill crept up Yan Ling's back.

Chu Huan brushed his sleeves and asked naturally, "I have wasted so much time on someone who has nothing to do with me. Wouldn't Chao Ning invite me in to sit down with him?"

Ning'er's attention was diverted immediately: "Mr. Chu, please stop making fun of me."

This place could no longer be called a shabby house. She stepped through the wooden door, followed by Chu Huan and Yan Ling.

Inside was a truly bare house, with almost nothing except a very narrow plank bed, a low stool, and a wooden box that had been brought from somewhere.

There was a hint of nostalgia in Ning'er's eyes. Her hand gently brushed over the wooden frame that could barely be called a bed. It was here that she and her mother grew up relying on each other.

She said softly, "There's no place for you to sit, sorry for making you stand."

As she spoke, she bent down and reached under the extremely narrow bed!

Yan Ling didn't know what she was going to do, so she reached out to pull her out, but Ning'er was thin and agile, and she slipped in immediately.

After a while, he came out with a small wooden box, his face covered in dust.

Yan Ling was a little amused and said, "Miss, what treasure did you hide? Why don't you ask me to get it for you? You'll see how you'll explain yourself when you get home after making such a mess."

Ning'er just remembered this. She was holding the wooden box, stunned.

Seeing her like this, Chu Huan coughed softly and said, "Don't worry, I brought it to you."

Ning Er immediately turned to look at him: "What?"

Chu Huan smiled softly and said, "Clothes, headdresses, and a maid to help you dress."

Looking at the little girl's wide eyes, he added: "Don't worry, it's the same as the one you're wearing."

This time, not only Ning'er, but even Yan Ling looked at Chu Huan in surprise. What was going on?

Chu Huan put his hand to his lips and coughed as if to cover up: "I'm just worried that you might accidentally stain your dress like last time."

Ning'er immediately understood what he was referring to, it was the shawl that was accidentally soiled during the Flower Festival!

But Yan Ling couldn't help but frown. Last time? Got his dress dirty?!

He was suddenly nervous about the charades played by the two people. He protected Ning'er and looked at Chu Huan with some vigilance. His daughter was only thirteen years old!

As soon as Ning Er saw Yan Ling's reaction, she knew that he was thinking the wrong thing, and she pushed him hurriedly: "Brother Yan Ling! What are you thinking about? I lost my shawl last time, and Master Chu helped me pick it up."

Compared to Yan Ling's inexplicable twisted train of thought, Ning'er was more concerned about the wooden box in her arms. She explained:

"I left in a hurry and didn't know when I would be hiding. I had no choice but to hide the wooden box in the crack under the bed, thinking I would be able to get it when I had the chance."

"Fortunately, no one discovered it."

As she spoke, she placed the wooden box on the bed and took out a brass key from her sleeve that was only half the length of a thumb.

Ning'er nervously opened the shabby little wooden box, which she had preserved with great difficulty. It was the last thing her mother left for her.

With a "click", the wooden box was opened.

When Yan Ling saw what was inside, his pupils suddenly shrank.