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

A ring-shaped jade ring lay quietly in the box. The ring was plain and had no patterns, except for half an eye carved on each side of the gap.

The jade ring was frosty white, not translucent, but rather bluish. Looking closely, it was not really exquisite, and even looked a bit crude and rough.

"Huh..." Ning'er breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was still here.

She stretched out her hand and gently stroked the eye-patterned ornament on the jade ring. This strange jade ring was still slightly larger than her palm.

When she first saw it, she could barely hold it with both hands.

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At that time, my mother's illness was already very serious. She called me to the bedside, pointed to the black painted wooden box in the corner, raised her hand with some effort, and touched her head: "Mom is not well, and can't accompany Ning'er anymore."

"There are several bundles in the box. They contain things that mother left for Ning'er. Ning'er, remember not to give them to anyone who wants them. If you open one bundle a year, Ning'er will grow up."

Ning'er was only six years old at that time. Although she was a little ignorant, she remembered her mother's words firmly.

When her mother saw her nod, she smiled a little sadly and held Ning'er in her arms. She lay quietly in her mother's arms, which were no longer warm, but cold and stiff.

However, my mother could not have expected that after her death, all the things she had painstakingly left for Ning'er for her survival would be taken away by the treacherous Qian Lao San through a process of deception and seizure.

He told Ning'er that it would cost a large sum of money to bury his mother. If he couldn't come up with the money, he would have to drag her mother to the mass grave outside Wuguan Tower. Within three days, she would be eaten by wild dogs, crows and vultures.

Ning'er had nightmares for the whole night. When she closed her eyes, she saw her mother's mutilated body.

After sitting there blankly for a whole day, she cried and took the key that her mother hung around her neck, opened the black lacquered wooden box, took out the packages inside, and looked at and touched each and every thing her mother left for her.

Finally, with reluctance, Qian Lao San dragged over a thin coffin, and then he emptied out all the belongings in the wooden box.

When Qian San saw all those fine clothes and valuables, he was so happy that he wanted to take them home immediately. Ning Er grabbed his clothes tightly and asked with her head raised, "Uncle Qian San, what should I do with my mother?"

He didn't have time to care about all this, and waved Ning'er's hand away, saying, "I'll get someone to drag her away tomorrow."

Just like that, a coffin, six-year-old Ning'er and her mother's body were left there.

Little Ning'er had been hungry for a whole day and night, without eating a single drop of water or a single grain of rice. She was already dizzy and disoriented. With a mixture of grief, sadness, and despair, she curled up in her mother's arms in a daze.

It was then that she realized that her mother's waist and abdomen were particularly stiff. Ning'er wiped away her tears and tremblingly reached her hand into her mother's clothes.

My mother's waist and abdomen were tightly wrapped in circles of white silk, and tightly tied to a ring-shaped object as hard as stone.

My mother left everything she had to me, but kept this thing tightly on her body and never mentioned it a word until the very end.

Ning'er struggled fiercely in her heart, but in the end, the desire to leave a little memory overwhelmed everything. She got up, kowtowed nine times to her mother's body, and then untied the white cloth with trembling hands.

The thing that my mother kept on her body until her death was the ring-shaped jade ring with the broken eye carved on it...

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A jade ring with a crack is called a jade ring.

Yan Lin looked at the jade ring held in Ning'er's hand and managed to maintain his composure.

Ning Er said casually, "When I first saw this thing as a child, I was shocked. How can I wear such a big jade ring? It doesn't seem to fit anywhere."

"Jue means to break off. 'To break off with someone, give a jade ring; to break off with someone again, give a jade ring.'" Chu Huan pondered for a moment and said to Ning'er, "This is not an ornament, but a token of trust used in the previous dynasty. The giver would give a jade ring to show his or her true feelings and to cut off all ties with the person."

His eyes darkened. “But looking at the shape of this jade ring, it is something I have never seen before. Most jade rings are decorated with coiled dragons, thunder clouds, phoenixes, dragons, beasts, or spiral string patterns.”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gently touched the pattern on the gap: "The eyes are broken, but they are carved right on the gap. Such an ominous pattern..."

Chu Huan frowned and looked at Ning'er: "This jade ring is probably not an ordinary item. It is probably related to the witchcraft and prophecy of the previous dynasty."

Ning'er held the jade ring tightly in her hand. She had never expected that the relic left by her mother might have such an origin.

Is that why my mother never let me know? Even before she died, she was afraid that I would touch it, so she tied it tightly to her body. Did she want to be buried with it?

"Jue" means to decide.

Who did my mother break up with, and never see him again until she died?

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Yan Ling opened his mouth several times, but swallowed the words back before they came out. His eyes were fixed on the jade ring in Ning'er's hand, and his heartbeat was getting slower and slower.

A ring-shaped jade pendant with a frosty white and a slightly green tint and engraved with an eye.

He had seen exactly the same piece more than ten years ago.

He was still young at that time, and had learned some Kung Fu. He was at the age when he was naughty and active and would do anything. His master did not discipline him much, so he indulged him even more and became unruly.

It was an extremely hot day. The sun was high in the sky without a single cloud in the sky and the sound of cicadas could be heard everywhere. Yan Ling, as usual, left the training ground and strolled to the shade of the trees in the mansion to cool off.

The afternoon was unbearably hot, but Yan Ling found a mountain of Taihu stones built by the water. Relying on his own lightness and agility, he slipped into the cave in no time.

The cave was cool and chilly, making him feel very comfortable. He fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up, he heard two people arguing in a low voice at the foot of the mountain where he lived.

One of them seemed to be angry and threw the box in his hand away. The other one rushed over to protect it. As the two men pushed and shoved, the contents of the box fell onto the grass.

Yan Ling was a good archer and had excellent eyesight. Even though it was hidden in a cave on the top of the mountain, he could tell at a glance that it was a white jade ring.

Seeing the jade ring fall, the two seemed to be startled. Without bothering to argue, they hurriedly picked it up and held it up to the light, fearing that it would crack if it broke.

It was at this moment that Yan Ling could clearly see from above that there was a strange and hideous eye engraved on the jade ring!

Perhaps that eye left such a deep impression on him that more than ten years later, he had forgotten even the appearance and clothes of those two people.

But the first moment he saw the jade ring hidden in Ning'er's box, he instantly recalled everything that happened on that hot summer afternoon.

Such a rare jade ring would never appear in two places at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Ling suddenly realized a shocking fact:

Ning Er was not, as he had previously thought or speculated, a lost pearl of the Marquis who was left behind by chance;

Ning'er's mother must have been in the Marquis' Mansion at that time!