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

Old Madam Zhu thought about it and remembered that when she was unmarried, she had a half sister who married far away in Jiangdu and had not returned to the capital for decades. She had only one daughter in her life, but unfortunately her daughter was unlucky and died less than three years after her marriage, leaving behind a hungry baby.

When she returned to Beijing to report the death, she and a few old sisters sighed and lamented that the child was unlucky, losing his mother at a young age and having no one to help him in his mother's family. She didn't know how difficult his future would be.

Come to think of it, my age now is about the same as Ning'er's, so it's probably difficult for me to come to Beijing easily.

This identity was just right for her, so the old lady ordered everyone in Song Shou Tang to call Ning'er "Miss Cousin". After discussion, she personally selected two smart maids and a servant girl to go with Ning'er, and asked her to temporarily live in the wing on the west side of Song Shou Tang.

But within a day, the news spread throughout the mansion that a young lady from Jiangdu had come to the capital to visit relatives. The old lady liked her and wanted to keep her for a while, treating her like her own granddaughter.

A few days later, as the Flower Festival was approaching, the old lady decided to hold a family banquet to make the house and the daughters' homes of close relatives lively.

She always thinks long-term, and from what she sees in Chongyan's expression, it seems that he is not planning to give up after raising the child for just two days, but wants to continue to take care of it for a long time.

In this case, we have to consider Ning'er's lifelong future. Although she is only twelve or thirteen years old now, she has to slowly start socializing in Beijing and getting to know people. After another two years, they can slowly get to know each other. In this way, it won't be hasty to consider marriage after she reaches the age of 15.

This will also help my son to fulfill his friendship.

Hearing that the Marquis' Mansion was going to hold a court banquet, Chuncao was three times more excited than Ning'er. They had just arrived in the past two days and it was really an eye-opener.

The Xinyuan Marquis Mansion is three times more prominent than the average noble family. The clothing, food, transportation, daily life and sitting and lying down are all very particular. Even the second-class maids serving in Songshou Hall are more presentable than the young ladies of ordinary wealthy families when they go out.

Because the old lady felt sorry for Ning'er who lost her father at a young age and was living among the people without anyone to educate her, she was reluctant to let her meet people easily, for fear that her inappropriate behavior would make people laugh at her. So she specially picked up the most useful maids around her and made them learn everything from scratch.

Chuncao was a courageous and diligent person. After studying for these days, she felt that she had made great progress and would not bring shame to her young lady. She was also bored with being restricted, so she was eagerly looking forward to the day of the Flower Festival banquet in the palace.

Ning'er didn't care much about these things, but she knew very well that this was the painstaking plan of the Marquis and the old lady for her.

When February comes, it is time to cut spring clothes.

Although she had seen the luxury of the mansion's daily expenses after entering the palace, she was still shocked by the piles of brocade and silk.

In addition to the official regulations, the Marquis specially sent over a dozen rolls of tribute silk from Yizhou to Songshoutang in the name of honoring the old lady, and invited a master craftsman of official embroidery to come and tailor-make it for her. The old lady saw that the patterns were all fresh and bright, so she waved her hand and sent them all to Ning'er.

Ning'er and Chuncao were really overwhelmed by the selection, but the capable female craftsman compared Ning'er's appearance and figure and helped her pick out more than ten pieces at once. She also said, "Miss, you are still young and it is the growth period. I am afraid you still have a lot of growth to do this year. Just make these for you first. When you are taller next year, there will be more to make!"

Ning'er couldn't help but be stunned when she heard this. If these materials were put outside, one foot would probably be worth hundreds of gold coins. Yet, she, a fake lady, had to spend so much in a year.

No wonder the saying goes that wealth and splendor are piled up, it turns out that wealth and splendor are really piled up.

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"Marquis Xinyuan is very kind to that girl..."

In the Yuchen Hall, clear music lingered along with the sound of the piano. A golden bronze elephant-ear incense burner in the color of Tibetan scriptures gave off wisps of clear smoke, exuding an atmosphere of prosperity and peace in the royal family.

Emperor Zhaoyuan was half lying on the couch by the window, listening to Wu Shilu with his eyes closed.

"Now, they are pretending that she is the granddaughter of Mrs. Zhu's concubine's sister, and she is being raised by the old lady," Wu Shilu said, while he boldly glanced at the emperor's expression. Seeing that he did not show any impatience, he had to continue:

"They also assigned two second-class maids, one named Zishan and the other named Lingzhi. But the most useful one is still Chuncao, who was brought into the mansion by the girl."

It was such a trivial matter that Wu Shilu felt that continuing to talk about it would disturb the emperor's ears.

"continue."

Wu Shilu shuddered, "Yes, Your Majesty. Since she moved into Songshou Hall where Old Madam Zhu lives, the girl has rarely gone out. A few days ago, the Xinyuan Marquis's Mansion sent a message that they would hold a family banquet on the Flower Festival. In addition to the family members of the Marquis's Mansion, only the closest families were invited. The master chef of Jinxiangfang also went there several times. I think the old lady wanted the girl to come out and socialize during this Flower Festival..."

Emperor Zhao Yuan opened his eyelids and asked with interest, "What about the others in the Marquis' Mansion? Have they made any moves?"

Wu Shilu said, "Ouch!" "She is Lord Shen's wife. She got angry when she returned to the main room after seeing that girl the other day. It was so unreasonable. Even if she adopted a daughter, it wouldn't bother her at all. I really don't know why. But the old lady is keeping a close eye on her, so no outsiders have come to disturb her these days."

The most capable eunuch beside the emperor felt something was wrong the more he spoke. At first he just thought that the emperor wanted to find fault with Marquis Xinyuan, but from the reaction, it seemed that he was targeting the common girl!

Otherwise, why do people say that God’s will is hard to predict?

Wu Shilu was just thinking about it, and when he was distracted, he realized that his master was looking at him with a raised eyebrow and a smile. He was so scared that he knelt down obediently with a plop.

Emperor Zhaoyuan got off the couch in his slippers. It was only February, but he had already changed out of his winter clothes and put on only a crimson Taoist robe with a straight collar and a large front. This made him look even more elegant and transcendent, like an immortal.

He paced a few steps in the hall before asking, "What's the girl's name?"

Wu Shilu knelt down and answered, "It's strange to say. I only know that this girl is called Ning'er. Her father's surname and her mother's surname are unknown. Lord Shen didn't ask anyone to inquire. Everyone in the mansion just calls her Miss Ning."

When Emperor Zhao Yuan heard this, he suddenly felt upset, as if there was something he should have known but had forgotten, and he was very unhappy.

He walked to the desk, ordered the palace servant to grind the ink, and personally took a piece of gold-dusted paper, but when he wanted to start writing, he was in a state of delay.

Wu Shilu knelt for half a minute, then looked up and saw that the emperor was still standing in front of the desk with a pen in hand, not moving at all.

He was worried and didn't dare to advise or beg for mercy. Just as he was worrying, he suddenly saw the emperor's pen move and write a piece of flowery paper in smooth and flowing words.

Emperor Zhaoyuan picked up the flowery paper, looked at it with great satisfaction, threw the pen away, and laughed heartily.

He ordered, "Wu Shilu, bring me my jade box."

Wu Shilu kowtowed quickly, then crawled up and went to get the things.

He watched in fear as his master smiled and solemnly placed the flowery note into the jade box.

On the gold-dusted paper with cloud and dragon patterns, the emperor wrote two words with great care:

"Chao Ning".