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

The room was filled with a long, deep silence, like a deep pool, and the slightly bitter aroma of herbs gradually diffused into the silent air.

Xiang Ming walked to the Marquis's bed with a worried look in her eyes, and said in a very soft voice, "Marquis, the medicine is here."

Shen Chongyan was as silent as a man who had lost his tongue. He just rolled his eyes a little, and hot mist rose up and puffed on his face little by little.

He looked at the bowl of dark brown medicine with disgust, and heard Xiangming's soft murmur in his ears: "My Lord, Doctor Bai personally watched over the preparation of this medicine. You must drink it while it's hot."

Xiang Ming helped him stand up slowly, and seeing that the Marquis had no intention of refusing, she quickly held the medicine in her hand and brought it to his lips.

Shen Chongyan raised his hand slightly. Xiang Ming was a little surprised: "My Lord, just tell me what you want to do."

But before she could finish her words, she was suddenly pushed hard in her hand. She was caught off guard and with a clang, the porcelain bowl and the medicine soup fell to the ground together.

The liquid medicine instantly seeped into the embroidered carpet with a red background and five running tigers and poisonous creatures, leaving behind dark brown spots.

In an instant, this carpet, which was transported thousands of miles to the capital and was worth a thousand gold per foot, was destroyed.

Xiang Ming was shocked by Shen Chongyan's sudden anger. She subconsciously knelt down in front of the couch and said in fear: "Please forgive me, my Lord!"

The flawless white porcelain medicine bowl rolled twice before stopping beside her knees.

Shen Chongyan's low voice came from above: "Get out."

Xiang Ming was so stunned by this that she stood there, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Although the Marquis was usually serious and dignified, he was not harsh when dealing with his subordinates. She had served the Marquis for more than ten years and had never been treated in such a harsh tone.

Fortunately, she woke up after a while, kowtowed quickly, and without saying a word, she crawled out of the inner room on her knees and then bowed and left.

Xiang Ming's face turned pale, but she couldn't stop worrying: What happened to the Marquis? Miss Ning went in less than half an hour and left in a hurry. The Marquis's expression was frighteningly ugly at that time.

She thought that after so much time had passed, the Marquis's anger would have subsided, but who knew that he seemed to be even angrier.

Alas, it’s really like gods quarreling, and these little devils are suffering.

Shen Chongyan was furious, but he was still feeling depressed.

Ning'er's voice echoed in his mind: "My Lord, I don't care about Qiujun. It's just that the person behind her is related to my mother. I can't let go of any clues I can find."

Ning'er's glassy eyes were as firm and shining as gemstones, as if she was sure that she couldn't refuse: "My Lord, you don't mind, do you?"

Shen Chongyan heard his own voice was unusually hoarse: "But you can't put yourself in danger. Tell me, I can do these things for you."

Ning'er had already stood up and walked to the moon gate. She turned around and smiled when she heard the words. Her hair was hanging down and tied into a bun at the back of her head. The pearly white tassels flashed, highlighting the shimmering silver beaded skirt under her dark green bodice.

Looking back, she was very slender, like a willow in the wind. She shook her head slightly: "Don't bother you, my lord. Someone has already helped me."

She seemed to remember someone, and tilted her head with a sincere smile: "It's someone Ning'er can trust completely."

She looked at herself with concern and said, "You should take care of your health first." After saying that, she bowed slightly, turned around and left without any reluctance.

-----

Shen Chongyao was pacing anxiously in front of the courtyard gate. When he saw Ning'er coming out, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "The girl is finally out. What does the Marquis say?"

Ning Er did not stop walking, and said in a brisk voice: "The Marquis has agreed. Please ask the Second Master to come forward and quietly invite Madam Li."

Shen Chongyao heard that her tone was not right, so he asked hurriedly: "Where is the girl?"

Ning'er paused and smiled at him: "I have something urgent to do. The matter of Mother Li is entrusted to the Second Master. Please stay." After saying that, she bowed and walked north.

Shen Chongyao was left behind in the middle of the road, not knowing whether to advance or retreat. Feixing came up and asked, "Master, Master, what about us?"

Before he could finish his words, he was hit on the head again, not too hard or too lightly. His master scolded him, "Do you even need to ask? Follow the young lady's instructions and go find Master Ying's wet nurse!"

Fei Xing curled his lips and said with a bitter face: "Are you really going to let me go? She is Master Ying's wet nurse, can Fei Xing afford to offend her?"

Shen Chongyao was looking at Ning'er's figure going away. Hearing this, he said unhappily, "If I tell you to go, then go! She's just a wet nurse, what's there to be afraid of? If you keep trying to stop me, aren't you afraid of offending me, the master?"

Fei Xing smiled at the Second Master, "You are my master, and I am just loyal to you. What is there to be afraid of? Young Master Ying is the future master of our mansion. His nanny is probably half an old lady, so it's natural to be afraid."

Shen Chongyao couldn't help but smile bitterly, pointing at him and scolding, "What a cunning boy, why don't you go now!"

Feixing ran away with a smile on his face, leaving Shen Chongyao standing there thinking.

Ying'er is thirteen years old this year, but he is still the only child of his eldest brother. Even if their father is still alive and blesses his brother to have more children, it is impossible to shake the status of Shen Chengying as the eldest son of the Marquis's family.

It can be said that as long as Ying'er grows up well, the title of Marquis Xinyuan will almost certainly fall on him in the future.

It is no wonder that Feixing complained half-jokingly, unwilling to offend his wet nurse. This was probably the general view of the servants in the Marquis' Mansion.

Shen Chongyao thought to himself, "Brother, you handed Mother Li over to Miss Ning so readily today. If there really comes a day in the future when Miss Ning and Brother Ying stand on opposite sides, which side will you stand on then?"

He lowered his head. Under the belt loop around his waist hung an exquisite jade gourd, which was a gift woven by his wife for him after he was appointed as an official.

He laughed at himself. No matter what choice his brother made, he could only stand on the side of the emperor.

As soon as he thought of this, his mind suddenly became clear.

Shen Chongyao was carried on his back and walked out of the courtyard. The emperor still had a long life ahead of him, so he just had to follow the emperor's orders.

With the blessing of His Majesty, Miss Ning will certainly be fine. What other people think is actually not that important.

-----

Ning'er lifted her skirt and walked to the side of the clear pool with ease. She took out a copper whistle from her sleeve and blew it hard.

Amid the melodious bird calls, Hanguang landed as lightly as a feather. Through the mirror-like surface of the water, she looked at the young man with a long sword on his back behind her: "Hanguang, help me take the letter to your master."

She hesitated for a long time, but finally said: "If it's convenient, I would like to borrow his subordinate Lord Lu for a while."