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

Ning'er looked at Old Madam Zhu in some surprise.

Seeing that she didn't come back immediately, the old lady patiently repeated: "Do you remember your parents?"

Ning'er's mind buzzed, and then it started to work rapidly. She had to sort it out and think carefully. Now she could think of four pairs of parents...

First of all, in the eyes of most people, she was a cousin who traveled from Jiangdu to Beijing to visit relatives, and her parents were the daughter and son-in-law of Old Lady Zhu’s concubine’s sister.

But for the few who "know the inside story", she was the daughter of the marquis' old friend who was entrusted to him before his death, and who had been searched for for many years. Her biological father was convicted and died, and she was adopted by a civilian couple among the people.

But only a few people like the Marquis, Yan Ling, Chun Cao, etc. know that Ning Er is just an orphan who was born in Jingshuifang, whose mother died and whose father is unknown...

Ning Er was still able to find some focus in her thoughts. She suddenly realized that no matter what her identity was, she seemed to have lost her mother...

It seems that the old lady must be asking about the life experience that the Marquis had made up for her.

Fortunately, fortunately, this pair of parents allowed her to maintain a confused expression.

Since they had been separated for more than ten years, Ning Er shook her head as a matter of course. She lowered her head and whispered, "Ning Er really doesn't remember."

Madam Zhu was still unwilling to give up and wanted to ask more questions, but Xiu Yu gently persuaded her, "I remember the Marquis said that Miss Ning was adopted by that couple for ten years. She was probably only two or three years old when she went missing."

She said with a little reluctance: "I guess I can't remember anything."

Madam Zhu waved her hand and said dejectedly, "How could I not know this? It's just that I can't help but think that some children can remember things at the age of two, so I just want to try my luck."

Ning'er lowered her head and said nothing... In fact, the old lady did not ask the wrong person, she really still remembered what happened when she was two or three years old.

It’s a pity that what she remembered was definitely not what the old lady wanted to know now.

Madam Zhu pondered for a moment, then changed the way she asked Ning'er, "Before the Marquis left the mansion, did he ever tell you about his parents' family affairs?"

Xiang Ming had just told her that Ning'er went out today simply because the Marquis wanted her to pay homage to her deceased parents to show that he did not forget his kindness.

Ning'er's pretty eyebrows slightly frowned. The Marquis had told her about this issue when she first entered the mansion. If anyone asked her about her biological parents, she just had to answer according to his instructions.

Her voice was like that of a newborn oriole, tender and sweet: "The Marquis said that my father and I were like brothers when we were alive. But my father was stained with sins and has not been cleared to this day. For the sake of both of us, I will not know my father's surname and my mother's teachings for the time being. When the time is right, I will recognize my ancestors and return to my ancestral home."

In fact, Shen Chongyan was sincere when he said this. In order to conceal Ning'er's identity, he had to lie to her. But he had some selfish motives and didn't want to make the lie clear and let her mother really think Ning'er was someone else's child.

Unexpectedly, these words now accidentally hit the spot and were exactly what Ning'er was looking for.

Lord Dexing did not say anything more to her and told her not to express her true feelings to her "father and mother" in front of the old lady at this moment.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zhu sighed deeply. She knew in her heart that Chongyan did not want to involve the children.

But when she thought about her son being alone outside without knowing who his friend or foe was, her heart felt like it was burning with anger. She wished she could immediately seal off the mansion and search the place to catch the person who was doing this behind the scenes.

But Chongyan repeatedly warned his mother that there must be a hidden hand behind this man, and if a large-scale search was conducted, it would easily alert the enemy, so he asked his mother to be patient and investigate slowly in secret.

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After being put back into the room with great difficulty, Ning'er immediately lay down on the couch and refused to move no matter how Chuncao called out.

Zishan pursed her lips and smiled, without pulling Ning'er to sit up, and undid her hair in her position: "Everything is fine, the young lady has come through this without any danger."

Ning Er closed her eyes and muttered, "I'm really exhausted. I thought I could lie down right after returning home, but who knew I would have to play this half."

This day is too long...

Chuncao chanted again: "The girl is working hard outside, and we sisters are worrying for nothing inside."

After finally getting her hair done, washing and combing her hair, and changing into her Yanju clothes, Lingzhi came in with a tray full of exquisite pastries and poured a bowl of hot ginger honey for Ning'er: "Girl, take some. You've been busy all day, and I'm afraid you're still hungry."

Ning'er picked two vegetarian dishes and looked at the time. It was not far from dinner. She said with a bitter face, "Doesn't it mean I have to change my clothes again?"

Chuncao smiled and said, "This is the style of a young lady from a wealthy family. Not to mention when you leave the house, even if you don't go out, you have to change three or five sets of clothes a day!"

She picked up the hairpin that Ning'er had taken off, took a closer look, and exclaimed, "Why is there a silver hairpin from Sixingfang missing?"

Ning Er said vaguely: "I met a girl on the road, and I felt sorry for her, so I gave her a ride."

Chuncao whispered in her ear: "Miss, you are confused. How can you give away your personal belongings so casually? They are not official objects used to send people away. They are all stamped with seals!"

Ning'er's eyes suddenly opened, and her long and thick eyelashes almost touched Chuncao's face: "Really?"

Chuncao was almost choked by her sudden interruption: "Of course, all the gold and silver utensils delivered to you are recorded in the private register of the room. Although the Marquis has given you special grace and does not allow them to be included in the official account books, they are all counted as your private property. But when each item is delivered, in addition to the unified seal of the Marquis's Mansion, it is also engraved with the word 'Ning' to prevent it from being lost, stolen, or sold by the servants."

Chuncao felt a little resentful towards Yan Ling. After all, he was a man and his actions were rough. The girl didn't know about it, and he didn't even remind her.

Ning Er suddenly realized, "Then if someone pays a little attention, they will be able to find out the origin of the thing, right?"

Chuncao nodded slightly: "So, this matter was not handled properly."

As she spoke, she took out the copper key, opened the lower drawer of the left cabinet, picked up a few exquisite gold and silver ingots, and held them in front of Ning'er: "Young lady usually rewards people with these."

He then took out a few plain or twisted gold and silver hairpins and bracelets to show her: "Give them as rewards to the maids who are pleasing to your eyes. Use these common styles. The public officials do not register them."

"If you meet a younger generation, a relative, or a servant you really like, you can give them your own personal jewelry and add some money to your account when you go back."

Ning'er listened to Chuncao's endless talk about the ways to appreciate people, and she looked at her with admiration: "It's only been a short time since you came in, and you have figured out all these twists and turns."

Seeing that Ning'er seemed a little worried about this, Chuncao comforted her instead: "Miss, if you are happy, then just give it to me. What's the big deal? Most people would be so happy to receive it, why would they come to you on purpose to bring bad luck to you."

After hearing this, Ning Er was not comforted. Instead, she looked at Chun Cao sadly:

That's the problem. The person she gave it to on impulse was not an ordinary person...