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

Zishan didn't care about the copper bowl in his hand, and put it on the table, saying in a panic: "Oh no!"

Lingzhi was sitting on the couch in front of the window with Chuncao, knitting, and seeing her panic-stricken look, she asked in surprise, "What happened?"

Zishan quickly closed the bedroom door with both hands, took a breath, and then said, "I just went out to fetch some water, and I ran into a sister in the old lady's upper room. When she saw me, she said that the Marquis's wife had entered Songhe Hall half an hour ago, and she was very mysterious, leaving only Sister Xiuyu to serve inside.

"I only heard vaguely that it was related to our girl. Tell me, is he going to look for our girl?"

Before Zishan finished speaking, Chuncao stood up suddenly, dropped her needlework, and said in panic, "Really?!"

Zishan said, "This sister already has some friendship with us sisters, and she usually behaves in a steady and modest manner. If she said that, then it's at least 50% correct."

Chuncao was so anxious that she walked around the room several times, using her fist as a hammer to hit her palm: "This is bad!"

Seeing that she looked so anxious, Lingzhi knew that she must be hiding something, so she quickly pulled her to sit down and said to her, "Don't worry, don't worry. Others haven't said anything yet, and we've already lost our composure."

Among Ning'er's personal maids, Lingzhi is the oldest and the most calm. Although she was assigned later, she knows that their only way out is to be loyal to the girl.

Chuncao managed to calm herself down, and as soon as she spoke she startled the two of them: "The young lady is not in the house right now!"

Zishan and Lingzhi looked at each other in surprise. Zishan said, "That's right. The young lady must have left the house without permission and the lady knew about it, so she came here to question her."

Lingzhi reached out and held her sister, asking her to calm down, and asked Chuncao, "Did the young lady report to the old lady?"

Chuncao frowned and said hesitantly, "The young lady had indeed made an appointment with the Marquis to leave the mansion, but she didn't tell the old lady."

Lingzhi thought to herself, "If the Marquis was still in the mansion, this would be easy. As long as the Marquis nodded, the old lady wouldn't be able to say anything. But the Marquis has gone to Daonan today, and I don't know when he will be able to return home."

At this moment, Miss Ning left the house without permission. To put it in a positive way, people would just say that she didn't know the rules and regulations and left without telling anyone. To put it in a negative way, her behavior would be criticized.

She forced herself to calm down, and did not ask Ning'er why she quietly left the house. She only asked Chuncao: "Why didn't the young lady ask you to follow?"

Chuncao thought for a moment and said, "The girl thought that someone should be left in the room, so that if anything happens, there will be room for maneuver. That's why she asked me to stay."

This time she really predicted it right.

Lingzhi said first: "Zhishan, why don't you go out and ask around to see if there is any more definite explanation?"

Then he asked Chuncao, "Since the Marquis allowed Miss to go out, it must not be something shameful. Since it is an important matter, did you send someone to follow?"

Chuncao finally woke up from her dream. She clapped her hands and said hurriedly, "Yes! The Marquis sent a very gentle elder sister to accompany the girl. But..."

She slapped her head in annoyance and said, "When I sent the girl off, I actually forgot to ask for the sister's name!"

Lingzhi heaved a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay. There are a number of maids that can be used in the Marquis's Mansion. Tell me about her description."

She smiled and consoled him, "You and Miss Ning have only been in the mansion for a short time, so you don't know the complicated rules of the mansion yet. In a family like ours, the first taboo is for young ladies in the boudoir to go out privately without informing their elders."

"Since the young lady has a maid sent by the Marquis to serve her, even if she has not returned to the old lady, at most she will just be scolded a few times. It shouldn't be a big deal."

Chuncao tried her best to describe the appearance of the maid:

"That sister was about 25 or 26 years old. She had a dimple on her left cheek when she smiled. She had a long and thin face and fair skin. She was dressed more delicately than the average maid, but she was very friendly when she spoke."

"Oh, right," Chuncao suddenly remembered a key point, "that sister is still dressed as an unmarried woman, not like..."

Lingzhi frowned slightly. Normally, someone with such outstanding appearance and character should be very familiar to everyone in the backyard.

She thought for a moment and said to Chuncao, "I'll go ask Sister Feicui and I'll be back soon. Don't worry too much."

Chuncao watched Lingzhi leave with worry, but her heart did not relax at all because of Lingzhi's comfort.

She knew the girl. Even when she wanted to go with them, Ning'er politely declined. Would she really take that completely unfamiliar sister with her?

What if, what if the young lady really didn’t bring the maid assigned by the Marquis, then she would be in real trouble!

This means that the girl probably went out alone with Yan Ling!

At this moment, the Marquis was not in the capital, Yan Ling accompanied the girl out of the house, and the Second Master went out for social events on his day off, so Chuncao had no one around her to turn to for help.

She wanted to go out and find out what was going on, but she was worried that if she went out rashly, someone would see her and ask about her whereabouts. What would she say?

Just when Chuncao was getting extremely anxious, she suddenly heard someone knocking on the door outside the pavilion. It was a soft female voice asking, "Is Miss Ning'er here?"

Chuncao was frightened and felt that the voice was very familiar, but she couldn't remember who it was.

The female voice knocked twice without haste, then asked, "Is anyone in the house?"

Now she couldn't pretend she didn't hear it, so Chuncao quickly straightened her clothes and said, "Please wait a moment, I'll be right there."

As soon as she opened the door, she smiled and said, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long..." Chuncao then took a closer look and was a little surprised: "Aunt Ye?"

As she said this, she hurriedly let the person in: "Madam Ye, please come in. It is my fault for being indecent."

Today, Ye Zhen wore a neat red straight-collared double-breasted jacket. She looked quite energetic, and even the sickness that usually lingered in her face seemed much gone.

She was only accompanied by a maid who served her. When she saw Chuncao coming to greet her, she stepped into the door but just stood outside and did not go inside.

Aunt Ye said kindly, "Thank you Chuncao. I'm not busy. Where is Miss Ning?"

Chuncao was most afraid of being asked this question, so she could only evade the question by saying, "Unfortunately, the girl is not in the room right now."

Unexpectedly, Madam Ye smiled and said, "So that's how it is. I was wondering why everyone in the mansion was looking for Miss Ning. First it was the maid in Miss Yao's room, then someone from the Madam's place... Then, somehow, they ended up at the old lady's place."

There was a lot of meaning in these words. Chuncao's heart started pounding when she heard them. She knew that Aunt Ye was here to give her a message.

She replied with a smile on her face: "Thank you for thinking about our young lady. If it weren't for Aunt Ye's care, how would I know that the whole house is looking for Miss Ning - I just don't know why?"

Aunt Ye turned around and coughed twice: "I don't know about this, I just vaguely heard something about Yan Ling, but the lady invited the old lady to come and carried the sedan chair to the front."

Chuncao's heart sank suddenly!

Things really went in the direction she feared most.