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

After that day, Shen Chongyan's condition improved day by day. After repeatedly studying his pulse, Doctor Ge said that although the sudden vomiting of blood that day was dangerous, it might be a good thing as it removed the blood stasis.

However, he submitted a petition pleading guilty three times a day and requested an audience with the emperor, but his requests were like a drop in the ocean and he did not receive any favor at all.

It was as if Emperor Zhaoyuan had just summoned him casually on a whim that day, and sent someone to his house without asking any further questions.

The weather gradually cleared up. Although it was still cold, the sunshine on people brought a hint of warmth.

Ning'er lifted the curtain of the car and looked out with a bit of curiosity. This was the first time she had ever ridden in a car.

Yan Ling rode a short horse and followed outside the carriage. Seeing that she was quite curious about this carriage with red wheels and gold lacquer, he smiled and said, "Miss, there will be a day when you get tired of riding in a carriage!"

Ning Er had always been close to Yan Ling, and she knew that he was joking with her, so she just looked at the prosperous streets along the way: "I don't know what the future will be like, but now is very good."

Seeing how smart she was, Yan Ling nodded and said, "Miss, you are right. The old lady is very kind to others, and she will definitely like you when she sees you."

Chuncao, who was guarding Ning'er, heard this and her eyes moved. Yan Ling only said that the old lady was kind, but did not mention the lady. The unspoken meaning was obvious.

Ning'er smiled. She didn't know what Chuncao had been indoctrinated with these days. It was as if she was walking into a den of dragons and tigers.

Two days ago, the Marquis said to her privately: "If you were a man, it would be fine for you to stay with me. I can always arrange a good future for you. But you are a girl, and it is not good for you to always be wandering outside. Your mother died early, and it is not good for you to have no elders to take care of you."

"If you wish, I would like to send you back to the Marquis' Mansion to live. I will temporarily entrust you to the old lady for upbringing." His tone was very serious, even a little nervous. "There are not many children in the Marquis' Mansion. I will discipline you strictly and will not let you suffer any grievances."

Seeing the Marquis treating her so seriously, Ning'er lowered her head and thought for a while, then asked, "Marquis, you and I have no relationship, and saving me is a great favor that I cannot repay, so why do you treat me so well?"

The Marquis was silent for a moment, then he said in a deep voice: "It was my subordinates who were rude and put you in danger. I saved you just to make up for it, how can I say it is a great favor?"

"I'll treat you well..." His voice was a little hoarse, "If I say that you and I hit it off right away, you won't believe it..."

"I believe it."

A clear voice suddenly sounded, Shen Chongyan looked up in surprise, but saw the girl looking at him with a smile and repeating:

"I believe it, sir."

"Because I feel like I've known you for a long time."

The matter of returning home was thus decided.

But Qingyu suddenly appeared out of nowhere and took Chuncao away to whisper with him for two days, calling it "sharpening the knife before the battle". The consequence of this emergency training was that Chuncao became inexplicably tense, looking like he was ready to fight against others and the sky immediately, which made Ning'er laugh and cry.

Ning Er lowered the curtain and comforted Chun Cao: "The Marquis sent me to the mansion so that I could live a good life. It's not like I'm going to a den of tigers or wolves. We just need to close the door and live a peaceful life."

Chuncao's eyes widened: "Miss, you are too kind-hearted. If you enter the deep mansion like this, you will be gnawed by others!"

Ning Er couldn't help but burst out laughing. She curled her eyes and said, "Then I'll rely entirely on Chuncao."

Chuncao said with a look of certainty: "I will protect the girl!"

Ning'er's eyes softened, she quietly took Chuncao's arm and leaned her head on her shoulder.

Although she was not the type to be hesitant, how could she not feel a little bit of fear and anxiety when her life suddenly changed so drastically?

She said softly, "Chuncao, do you know? My father died when I was born, and my mother was always ill. She died when I was six. I stayed in the room my mother left for me. It was empty, with nothing in it. I was so scared that I kept crying. I don't know how long I cried, and suddenly a little sister ran in."

"That little sister saw me crying and started crying too. Later her mother came and saw that I was pitiful and could not survive, so she kindly took me to do some work to earn a living. At that time, I only had a high table, so what could I do? I just worked half-heartedly, but at least I survived."

Chuncao's eyes were already filled with tears when she heard this. She asked anxiously, "What happened next?"

"What happened next? After those two years, I was able to go to work. Although I had some bad experiences, I was fortunate to have some neighbors who lent me a hand." Ning'er pulled Chuncao and teased her, "But I was so sick during those years that even the boys didn't care about me. They didn't sell me to serve the young lady because they were afraid of having to pay for the medicine."

"Girl," Chuncao held her waist tightly. She knew that the girl was one year older than her, but her waist was not even half hers. She choked up a little: "Girl, you have suffered too much."

"I met that little sister back then, and now I meet you," Ning'er touched her head, "Good Chuncao, those days are over, and the future will be good days."

"Don't be afraid."

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Yan Ling suddenly knocked on the car window. Ning Er looked out and suddenly saw several extremely majestic vermilion doors. There were seven rows of golden door nails on the doors, and there were copper-gilded beast heads holding door knockers.

There was a large plaque hanging above the door with the words "Xinyuan Marquis Mansion" written in large characters.

Yan Ling got off the horse and personally drove the carriage into the western corner gate. He walked a hundred steps and stopped, asking Chuncao to help Ning'er get off the carriage. There was already a sedan chair parked, with two older women standing solemnly beside it. Yan Ling personally opened the curtain of the sedan chair and sent Ning'er up, saying softly:

"The Marquis has gone ahead to pay his respects to the old lady, so don't worry, young lady."

He bowed and said softly, "Take care, young lady."

He also told Chuncao: "Take good care of the girl. If you have any troubles, come find us as we said before."

Chuncao agreed immediately, and Ning'er lowered the curtain of the sedan chair reluctantly.

Then several well-dressed young men came over and lifted the sedan chair towards the inside. The sedan chair was swaying, and Ning'er's heart was also shaking.

Suddenly, Ning'er heard the older woman say, "The sedan has been taken down."

When I came to my senses, I realized that I had been walking for a long time and had arrived at a door with a red background and gold decoration. All the people who had accompanied me before had left, and only a somewhat stern nanny remained.

The eaves in front of the door were decorated with carvings and paintings. Outside the door stood three or four girls, aged seventeen or eighteen. When they saw her and Chuncao Ning'er getting out of the sedan chair, they came forward to greet them in a friendly manner: "The Marquis ordered us to come and pick up the young lady."

As they spoke, they came over and, smilingly, led Ning'er and Chuncao into the hanging flower gate, passed through the corridor courtyard, turned through the door of the painted wall hall, and went around in many twists and turns before stopping at the main house of a large courtyard.

The leading girl smiled and said, "The Marquis wants you to pay a visit to our old lady first."

Ning'er was already dazzled by the sight, and felt that everything she saw was exquisite and gorgeous, even more magnificent than what was depicted in the painting.

She was surrounded by several pretty and bright maids and taken into the room. The room was so warm that Ning'er felt dizzy.

Before she raised her head, the curtains suddenly moved, and she heard a clear female voice:

"Madam, Lord, the Madam is here!"