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

In this life, Chu Huan had come to Sigu Mountain many times in his dreams, but he always woke up from his dreams when the fog dissipated on the mountainside where he parted with Ning'er.

When he saw the stone standing on the mountainside again, he strangely felt a hint of nervousness.

I am afraid that everything now is just another illusory dream.

Fortunately, until the corner of his robe brushed against the stone carving of "Si Gu Mountain", he still held the reins firmly in his hands.

Chu Huan suddenly smiled. He turned to look at the little girl sitting on the white horse and exerted a little force.

Ning Er followed the horse's movements and turned to look at him. Seeing this scene, Chu Huan inexplicably wanted to tease him. He deliberately asked, "What are you doing here, a little girl?"

Ning'er's bright eyes were full of surprise, as if to say, "Why do you ask this question when you already know the answer?"

When Chu Huan saw her like this, his heart was suddenly filled with something. He smiled and shook his head, then asked seriously, "Can I accompany you to see your mother?"

Ning'er kept tilting her head to look at him on the horse. For some reason, she felt that Mr. Chu seemed a little sad at this moment.

At this time, the mountain was silent and silent, with only the clatter of horse hooves, as if the sky was high and the earth was vast, and there were only a few of them walking alone.

Ning'er looked at his attire, which was entirely black from head to toe. The only white jade ring on his waist was taken off and given to herself.

Something was moving in her heart, and she couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Chu, sometimes I feel like you've known me for a long time, but sometimes I feel like we've just met. Why is that?"

Chu Huan smiled upon hearing that, and that smile was so charming that even Si Gushan was overwhelmed by it.

He said softly, "If I had known you earlier, how could Ning'er have suffered so much for nothing?"

Ning Er was stunned when she heard this. A bitter feeling almost burst out of her eyes. She turned her head away and barely held back her tears. She just casually said, "How can a person like Mr. Chu know me?"

Chu Huan, however, pulled the reins under her seat and replied seriously: "Don't be afraid, Ning'er, I want to get to know you."

He didn't dare to easily tell Ning'er about his fate with him in his second life, for fear that the secret would be revealed and she would be punished by God.

He wanted to treat her better, but he was afraid that in Ning'er's eyes, he would be a frivolous man who appeared out of nowhere and deliberately got close to her.

The scale of this tiny space is so small that even a wise emperor who rules the country would be at a loss as to what to do.

When they were about a hundred steps away from the tomb, Ning'er helped Chu Huan get off the horse. She took off her cloak and cape, revealing only her plain silk white long coat and moon-white satin pleated skirt.

She entrusted the white horse, outer dress and the wooden box containing the jade ring to Yan Ling, and went to her mother's grave with only the offerings.

Rather than a tomb, it is more like a pile of earth randomly dug out in the wilderness. There is only a wooden sign on the front. There is no name or surname on the sign, only a few sloppy words "Tomb of the Loving Mother" engraved on it.

Although the surface of the wooden sign was brushed with tung oil, the edges had been corroded by wind and rain, leaving fine and crisscrossing gaps. However, the engraved area appeared smooth and oily, as if it had been touched frequently.

Chu Huanguan's handwriting was soft and weak at the beginning, and messy and irregular at the end. It did not seem to be carved by a professional craftsman, but rather like the work of a child.

Ning'er knelt in front of the grave and carefully picked the weeds growing around it. She explained shyly, "I erected this tombstone for my mother when I was ten years old. I can't write well, so I can only make it look like this. I just hope my mother won't blame me."

Chu Huan leaned down and touched the marks on the wooden tablet with his fingertips. He wondered how much effort a ten-year-old child would have to put in to find such a piece of wood, and how much time and effort it would take to carve out such a tablet bit by bit.

"How can I blame you? Ning'er is so capable. I wonder how pleased your mother must be."

Ning Er was a little shy. She sighed sadly, "I wonder when I can really build a tombstone for my mother?"

Chu Huan immediately understood the deep meaning behind Ning'er's words: "So, you don't know mother's name either?"

Ning Er was silent for a long time before she whispered, "Yes."

"When my mother was dealing with outsiders, she only said her last name was Bai, but she never told me her given name. But even with this last name, I dare not carve it rashly. If I make a mistake, wouldn't it disturb her peace in the afterlife?"

A beautiful woman from a wealthy family came alone to the mixed crowd of good and bad people in Jingshuifang. Not long after, she gave birth to a daughter. However, until her death, she never told her daughter about her life experience, and she didn't even leave a single word about her own name.

This is really, unusual.

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"Dangdang——"

The room in Songshou Hall was silent except for the sound of the bronze chimes from the self-ringing clock, which broke the almost frozen air in the room.

Old Madam Zhu sighed deeply. There were faint dark circles under her eyes. No matter how well an elderly person takes care of herself, if she didn't get a good night's sleep, it would be immediately reflected in her complexion.

Now her heart was completely on her son who had rushed to Daonan overnight in a hurry, and she really didn't want to create trouble for the young man.

But Luo Miaoyun refused to comply. She had an almost impeccable smile on her face, but her tone was unyielding:

"Everyone in the mansion remembers what mother taught us. For a family like ours, we have three or five eyes watching us even if we don't have anything to do. If something goes wrong because of a careless door..."

"It's a minor matter to make others laugh at you, but it's a big deal to bring trouble to the reputation of the Marquis and the reputation of the unmarried daughter of the Shen family!"

Madam Zhu's eyelids drooped slightly, covering her overly sharp eyes, and she said in a hoarse voice: "Yunniang, why do you have to be so insinuating with an old woman like me? Just say what you want to say."

When Luo Miaoyun saw that the old lady actually called her by her childhood nickname, she couldn't help but giggle twice, covering her handkerchief.

On her middle finger was a gold ring with a gourd-shaped ruby ​​and sapphire, which dazzled people in the light. "Mother, you are too kind. Your daughter-in-law was just chatting with you casually, just..."

She looked around the room and said, "I often see Miss Shen at the old lady's place on weekdays, why haven't I seen her today?"

"It's impossible that the Marquis left the mansion just before that Miss Ning followed him out, right?"

After hearing this, Madam Zhu still looked calm, but Xiuyu could clearly see that veins were bulging on the back of her hands as she clasped them in front of her: "Little girl Ning was raised by me. What you mean by this is that I didn't discipline her enough and indulged her into being unruly!"

Luo Miaoyun hurriedly laughed and said, "How can you say that, old lady? We are the only two of us here, why bother to say those words to fool outsiders."

She was still interested and took a sip of tea: "Don't we know the background of Miss Shen yet? Mother gave her the title of cousin because she was kind-hearted. Otherwise, she would be the descendant of a criminal who has nothing to do with the Marquis's Mansion!"

"Besides, I didn't frame her. If she didn't do anything shameful, then she is still an innocent lady."

"If there is..." Luo Miaoyun paused and said, "The Marquis has been ordered to go out, shouldn't we, the women in the inner house, guard the door for him?"

There was another long silence. After a while, Xiu Yu heard the tired voice of Old Madam Zhu: "What are you going to do?"