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

At three o'clock in the night, all the tall candles in the bedroom of Yuchen Palace had been extinguished, leaving only one enamel candlestick.

In the middle of the gilded round plate with cloud-shaped feet, there was a golden vase and a half-arm-long honey candle was swaying with a faint light.

"Someone come." A very light voice came from under the heavy curtains.

The palace servants who had been hidden in the night reacted quickly. Wu Shilu moved to the front of the dragon couch as nimbly as a cat, and said in a low voice: "Your servant is here."

He waved his whisk lightly, and two palace maids bowed silently and used jade hooks to hang up the bed curtains on both sides.

Emperor Zhao Yuan stared at the candlelight dimly. After a while, he got up from the bed.

Wu Shilu hurried forward, supported the emperor, and wanted to take the cloak, but was stopped by Emperor Zhaoyuan with a raised hand.

Wu Shilu was anxious, but did not dare to say anything to persuade the emperor, so he had to keep quiet and follow the emperor.

Emperor Zhaoyuan, with his hair loose and wearing only his pajamas, slowly walked to the desk in the outer room and sat down. A little candlelight was reflected between his brows, making him look indescribably graceful and magnificent.

Sitting quietly in the Forbidden Palace late at night, there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

He seemed to have that dream again. In the dream, he seemed to have become a different person, yet he seemed to be still himself. Everything in the dream was vivid and clear, but when he thought about it now, it seemed as if everything was covered by a layer of white gauze and he couldn't see clearly.

But after waking up, the emotions surging in his chest made it difficult for him to extricate himself for a while.

The extremely frail little girl waved goodbye to him, and in the blink of an eye, she lay quietly in his arms. Her blood soaked his black robe embroidered with golden dragons little by little, and she couldn't stop the blood from flowing.

I am a king, but I cannot save this man; I am rich, but I cannot save a life.

The candlelight jumped twice, and before I knew it, the candle was about to burn out.

Wu Shilu watched the emperor walk to the candlestick, take the copper spoon and put it out.

In the darkness, he heard the voice of Emperor Zhao Yuan coming from afar: "Get ready. In three days, I will leave the palace in plain clothes."

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When Chao Ning woke up again, it was already bright.

Chuncao was guarding her bedside. As soon as she opened her eyes, she began to chatter and tell her about yesterday's jokes: "It's a pity that the young lady went to bed too early, so she didn't see the young lady's hairpins and rings were in disarray, and she was running half dead!"

Chuncao was almost gloating. "The Marquis is really heartless. The old lady was so anxious that she almost fainted, but the Marquis still didn't allow her to run any less. Although the lady ordered the servants and maids not to watch, who wouldn't know about such a big commotion? They were all laughing at the joke behind his back! He really has no face at all."

Chuncao bent forward and couldn't stop laughing: "Brother Yan Ling is so heartless. If Miss Yao walks a little bit, he will chase her and run away..."

"The eldest young master was alarmed again. He asked the Marquis for mercy on behalf of the young lady, saying that he was willing to take the punishment on behalf of his sister. The Marquis said that he had filial piety and agreed, and then took the family law. But before the Marquis could take action, the lady refused to do it. She would rather her daughter run a few steps than let her son be whipped."

"Oh, right," Chuncao seemed to suddenly remember something, "Miss, didn't you see that there were several long bloodstains on Brother Yan Ling's face!" She gestured on her face with her hands.

"What's going on?" Ning'er asked hurriedly.

Liu Ying brought in a tray. She glanced at Chun Cao and said, "Little girl, why don't you help your mistress wash up?" Then she took over Ning Er's words and said, "My mistress slapped me in the face. The wound is not shallow."

Ning Er became a little worried when she heard this: "What should we do? Has Sister Liu checked it out for him? It's on his face, don't let it leave a scar."

Liu Ying said, "I saw what he was doing. It's just a minor injury. Yan Ling is not a girl, so it doesn't matter if she gets disfigured."

She helped Ning'er take the morning medicine, asked Chuncao to rinse her mouth, and asked her, "How do you feel today?"

Ning Er nodded: "I feel much better and my mind is clearer, unlike yesterday when I felt foggy all the time."

Liu Ying said, "That means you have recovered. I will teach you a breathing method later. Next time you have trouble breathing, learn to adjust yourself in that way."

She paused and asked Chao Ning, "What are you going to do next? Are you going to live back in Song Shou Tang?"

Ning Er gave her an answer that was beyond her expectations: "I will move back in two days."

She saw Liu Ying looking at her with raised eyebrows and said with a smile: "The Marquis wants me to stay in the mansion and not go to Songshou Hall. Could it be that I should go to Jiaotong Courtyard?"

She explained in a low voice: "The Marquis has punished me severely this time. If I move out again, won't it embarrass the old lady?"

"But actually, I don't really care what the old lady thinks." She smiled faintly, her childish face showing some shrewdness: "Although it seems that I think too highly of myself when I say this - but I don't want to hurt the relationship between the Marquis and his son for my own sake."

Liu Ying looked at Chao Ning with some surprise, as if she had realized something. She seemed to understand why Marquis Xinyuan cared so much about this child.

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Ning'er said she would go back in two days. In fact, she moved back to Songshoutang with Chuncao the next day. She first greeted the old lady respectfully, and then packed up and went back to her own room.

Zishan and Lingzhi came up to kowtow to her, but said, "Why didn't the young lady take us with her? We were so anxious staying in the house."

Ning'er asked Chuncao to help them up one by one, and said with a smile: "I know how you treat me, but how can I make it difficult for you sisters?"

Lingzhi was a little older than Zishan. Upon hearing this, she said, "Since we have followed the young lady, we belong to her. If the young lady is still willing to keep us sisters, if you encounter such a thing again, you can let us go and clean and serve her no matter what." After saying this, she knelt down with Zishan and refused to get up.

Ning Er personally helped the two of them up: "In this case, I will treat you two sisters like I treat Chuncao from now on."

The master and servant were chatting happily here, but Ning'er's return caused quite a stir in Songshou Hall.

Chuncao, who had just returned from fetching medicinal herbs, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Guess what? Now the Xiuyu Jade sisters are actually polite to me."

She said playfully, "Finally I understand what it means to be a dog relying on its master's power."

Ning Er laughed out loud at what she said: "What nonsense is a girl saying?"

Ning'er has never been a dull child. Having struggled for survival since childhood, she is particularly keen on distinguishing between kindness and malice.

Chuncao felt good. Since returning to Songshoutang this time, the maids and servants, both big and small, inside and outside the hall, had become more than polite to them.

Originally, in the eyes of the housekeepers, she was just a cousin who was lucky enough to live in the marquis's mansion. Although those long-time servants would not be impolite on the surface, it was difficult to say how to respect her.

But now the Marquis was furious because of Miss Ning, and the eldest lady who had always been favored was not able to get any good result. Even the old lady and the lady were offended. Which servant would dare to put on airs in front of them by relying on his seniority?

Now, the respect in their words and actions is almost as respectful as that shown to their own daughters.

For the first time, Ning'er realized deeply that the Marquis's attitude was the biggest indicator of the Marquis's Mansion.

At dinner time, Ning'er went to visit the old lady as usual. Lingzhi opened the curtain and she stepped out of the room, but saw someone standing with his back to the door, waiting for her.