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

Sure enough, even Old Lady Zhu was moved to see her grandson say such words, but before she could speak.

Luo Miaoyun screamed, "Absolutely not!"

She hurriedly grabbed Shen Chengying and said, "It's raining so hard, and I don't know what kind of vicious and cruel person is hiding in the house. I will never let you leave the house like this!"

She was so panicked that she didn't care about anything else but her son's safety. Luo Miaoyun pleaded with Madam Zhu, "Mother, let alone the fact that the thief hasn't come to kill us openly yet, even if he really came, can't the guards of the Marquis' Mansion resist him? How old is Ying'er? How can you watch him put himself in danger!"

Ye Zhen secretly sneered, oh, what a touching love for one's son. Since she knew her own son was a treasure, how could she not know that other people's sons were treasures too?

In other words, in the eyes of such people who look down on the world, only their own children are human beings, and others are just cats and dogs on the street who can be killed at will.

At this moment, the atmosphere in Song Shou Hall was as solemn as a bow with a fully drawn string.

Old Madam Zhu's brows were twisted into a deep "川" shape. Their previous considerations were because they knew very well that there were no thieves hiding in the mansion. It was just a deliberate plan to lure the snake out of its hole.

But who would have thought that the fake would become real, and a villain really appeared to commit crimes on a rainy night, so we have to carefully consider the safety of the women in the mansion.

If we follow Ying'er's suggestion and report to the military department overnight, and the officials get involved, then a small matter will really become a big one. I'm afraid that overnight, the family scandal of the Marquis's Mansion will be known to the whole city!

By then, there would be no need for the spy to tip him off, as the person behind him would know everything clearly. All the plans he and Chongyan had made would be in vain.

But if we just leave it alone, what if, as Ye Zhen said, there is a murderer hiding in the house? In the dead of night, who knows what disaster will happen?

Old Madam Zhu sighed, feeling at a loss as to what to do. This mess had become so chaotic that she had no way of ending it.

She scolded, "The Marquis only has Ying'er as his only child, how could I let him take risks? If Ying'er gets into trouble, how can you and I explain to the Marquis!"

Luo Miaoyun couldn't help but shudder when she heard her mother-in-law's words.

Seeing this, Zhu softened her tone and said, "Ying'er, help your mother sit down." Even for the sake of the child, she should be given some respect.

At this moment, there was a loud noise, and someone suddenly rushed in from the front of the hall! Everyone's face changed in shock.

I saw a man in a straw raincoat striding into the hall, without even taking off his hat, and just looked around wetly.

Seeing Ning'er sitting there in good health, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took off his straw raincoat and hat, revealing his true face: "Son greets mother."

Madam Zhu was surprised: "Chongyao? Why are you here?"

Shen Chongyao didn't have time to wipe the raindrops flowing from his hair. Instead, he complained, "Mother! Such a big thing happened in the mansion, why did you just leave your son aside? Although I am a useless person, I am still your and father's son. Since my brother is not here, shouldn't I do my best to protect my mother, sister-in-law, and nephews?"

God knows how devastated he felt when he was woken up and told this while lying in bed!

What if something happened to Miss Ning right under his nose and he was still unaware of it? I wonder how many heads the Shen family has and whether they can withstand his wrath!

After hearing what Shen Chongyao said, Mrs. Zhu felt a little embarrassed. Her second son had always been an honest man. When she heard that there was a criminal committing a crime, she only cared about the safety of the eldest son and forgot about this illegitimate son.

He just thought that with him as the master to support the second house, nothing would go wrong.

Fortunately, Shen Chongyao did not expect her to answer anything. He just took the towel handed to him by the maid, wiped his face, and asked, "My son is late and does not know the current situation. I hope mother can tell me."

Xiu Yu stepped forward with great tact and told the Second Master in a few words, in a low voice, what had happened previously.

Shen Chongyao's mind raced like lightning. To be honest, he didn't care what his brother's wives and concubines were secretly fighting for.

He only knew that Han Guang had disappeared, Miss Ning was still guarding the old lady's hall late at night, and the murderer was suspected to be lurking in the mansion!

The most urgent task is to ensure Miss Ning's safety.

He immediately advised, "Mother, please allow me to report. It is such a stormy time now, and the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light. Even if we go out to report to the authorities, I am afraid that distant water will not be able to quench the nearby fire. There are only two most important things now. One is to guard the door and prevent the thieves from escaping; the other is to protect the old and young in the mansion and prevent them from being hurt by the bad guys."

"As for the matter of arresting them, we should wait until daybreak anyway." He took the opportunity to bring out the matter that concerned him the most: "In my humble opinion, Yao'er, Ying'er and Miss Ning are still young. It is really unnecessary for them to stay here with them. Mother, why don't you send them to rest and we can make a long-term plan?"

Ning'er found it strange. As soon as the second master came, he glanced at her several times. Could it be that there was something on her face?

Madam Zhu thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Xiuyu, take Ying'er and Yao'er to the warm room at the back to rest." She turned her eyes to Ning'er and said, "Your room is close, why don't you just go back to your room to rest?"

Living together in Songshou Hall, she was not worried about Ning'er's safety. She had called her over because Chongyan had said that the spy was also secretly keeping an eye on Ning'er. And she lived with her after all, so it was not good to leave her alone.

Shen Chongyao hurriedly said, "Mom, it's only a few steps away. I'll escort Miss Shen back to the house and then come back to find you."

It was just a small matter. Old Madam Zhu waved her hand and told him to do as he pleased.

Ning'er followed the second master out of the main hall in a daze.

It was already past three in the morning, and the night rain was mixed with slanting wind. Even if one walked under the eaves, one could not avoid the raindrops hitting one's face.

Ning'er was so blown that she couldn't open her eyes. She finally walked to the front of the house. Before she could react, she saw a very tall man standing under her corridor!

He was wearing a hood and a dark robe, and holding a tiny glass lantern in his hand.

In an instant, Ning'er's heart almost jumped out of her chest!

She was suddenly struck by an incredible idea. She no longer cared about anything else and ran to the man in two steps.

Ning'er lifted his hood with trembling hands, and felt the heavy weight soaked by rain. However, the man seemed to be moved by her action and lowered his head slightly.

The veil of his hat fell, and his face was completely reflected in Ning'er's eyes. Against the backdrop of that little light, he was as beautiful as a jade.

Seeing this person who couldn't possibly be here, Ning'er was so anxious that she grabbed his hand. It was indeed as cold as ice. She only had time to ask, "How long has it been raining? Why is it so cold!"

The little girl was anxious and annoyed, and she didn't know how long he had been exposed to the cold wind. She almost cried out: "Why didn't you listen to me? I told you to go back!"

Chu Huan held her hand, but it was like holding a soft and warm cloud. He laughed softly, his chest vibrating, and finally asked the question that had been lingering in his mind all night:

"With such strong winds and thunder, would Ning'er be scared?"