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

It was so sunny during the day, but at night, the yard with withered flowers and trees seemed a bit eerie.

Xinyuan Marquis Mansion.

From a side courtyard, a woman's intermittent coughing sound was heard.

Huaping was just coming in with a cup of medicine. Upon hearing the voice, she hurried forward and said, "Auntie, the medicine is already boiled. You can use it while it's hot."

Aunt Ye waved her hands tiredly: "Put it aside for now. Drinking this bitter juice all day long will still make you the same."

Huaping walked up to her mistress and said disapprovingly, "Auntie, this is a new prescription that the doctor gave us before the New Year. He said that if you drink it around the Dragon Boat Festival, it will cure the root of your illness."

After hearing this, Aunt Ye couldn't help laughing twice. She was very beautiful, with a pair of particularly gentle eyes under her curved eyebrows.

She was only about thirty-one or thirty-two years old, but when she smiled, her eyes and eyebrows still had the charm of a young girl.

Unfortunately……

Huaping sighed silently. Such a gentle aunt had a head full of gray hair.

She sighed leisurely, "The root of my illness cannot be cured by a few doses of medicine. That's all."

As she spoke, Ye Zhen picked up the bowl of dark medicine and drank it in one gulp. The bitter taste seeped straight into the root of her tongue.

"Just because you worked so hard to make it, I should drink it too."

Huaping hurriedly handed her some honey water to rinse her mouth, and then comforted her: "Aunt, why do you have to say such discouraging words? Apart from other things, the Marquis is very concerned about you. This decoction was specially prepared by the Marquis after he found a doctor."

Aunt Ye rinsed her mouth and nodded: "If it weren't for repaying the Marquis's kindness, I would have followed An'er long ago. Why would I have lived to this day?"

When she mentioned her child who had died young, a strange look appeared in her eyes, and she seemed to have mustered up new strength. She asked the painting screen, "The garden to the west must be very lively today, I guess?"

Huaping twisted a thin gauze scarf and wiped the cold sweat off Aunt Ye's forehead bit by bit. She replied, "That's right. All the people in Songshou Hall, Guiyi Hall, and Jiaotong Courtyard have left. Only a few people are left to look after the house. The second master's wife, young ladies, and young masters are all gone."

Aunt Ye's lips curved up: "The Marquis is here too, I'm sure Madam is also very happy."

Huaping said, "Perhaps. But I heard from everyone that the old lady held the Flower Festival Banquet with so many people because of Miss Ning, the cousin. Miss Ning had such a quarrel with the eldest lady last time, I'm afraid Madam would not be happy to see it."

Ye Zhen was the maid that Luo Miaoyun brought from the Luo family as a dowry, and she was personally given to the Marquis as his legal concubine.

To outsiders, this is truly an incredible favor.

After so many years, which maidservant would not envy her for following the right master and rising to the top, becoming the only concubine of Marquis Xinyuan.

After hearing this, Aunt Ye showed a happy look, and she kept saying, "Miss Ning, Miss Ning."

She suddenly asked Huaping: "Did Miss Ning go there? Did the Marquis go there too?"

Huaping was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "This is a banquet hosted by the old lady, so of course the Marquis will go."

"No, no... When Miss Ning entered the mansion, the Marquis returned home. When Miss Ning entered the old lady's courtyard, the Marquis visited her more often. When Miss Ning fell ill, the Marquis lived in the mansion..."

Madam Ye suddenly laughed so hard that she fell backwards and laughed, startling the painting screen: "No wonder when I was offering sutras to the Buddha in the first month of the year, the Bodhisattva told me that my benefactor was coming!"

Ye Zhen grabbed Hua Ping's hand, and as she laughed, tears suddenly rolled down her cheeks:

"My An'er, my An'er, your aunt is incompetent and cannot protect you. The person who harmed you..."

Her voice gradually dropped to a silence: "Tell them one by one to accompany you."

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Ning Er got up in the morning and looked at herself in the diamond-shaped mirror again and again: "Chuncao, why do my eyes feel a little swollen?"

When Chuncao heard her say this, she looked at her carefully and said, "Maybe the girl was drunk yesterday, her eyelids are a little swollen, and it's hard to see."

Ning Er was a little depressed: "When I go to greet the old lady later, will people think I'm crying behind her back?"

Lingzhi, who was serving beside him, heard the childish words and couldn't help but smile and said, "Put some powder on it later, and I guarantee that others won't be able to see it."

Since only two maids, Lingzhi and Chuncao, were brought along on this trip, Lingzhi took over the job of combing her hair.

She combed Ning'er's hair into an elegant hanging bun, put pearls on her hair, and inserted a jewel hairpin in the shape of a golden butterfly fluttering on a flower. Lingzhi took the rouge and gently pressed it on Ning'er's cheeks, and then took some powder and spread it on her face.

Ning Er looked around in the mirror and couldn't help asking, "What did you do today to dress me up like this?"

Lingzhi smiled at the beautiful girl in the mirror: "Yesterday was a banquet, and you looked so plain. Today, when you go to greet the old lady, you should dress up more carefully."

Ning'er never cared much about her dressing, so she let the maids do it for her. She only looked in the mirror before going out to make sure that the swelling was gone before she left.

When Ning'er went to the old lady to pay her respects, the Marquis had already arrived and was already drinking his second cup of tea. When he saw Ning'er, his eyes lit up and he asked, "How are you today?"

Ning'er was a little embarrassed. She drank too much yesterday and got drunk, and slept for most of the day. The marquis and his wives all knew about it.

She bowed and said shyly, "Thank you for your concern, my Lord. Ning'er is fine. I won't drink too much next time."

Seeing her in high spirits and chatting and laughing freely, Shen Chongyan felt relieved again, which he had half let go of yesterday. He smiled and said, "What's the big deal? The Hundred Flower Dew tastes like sugar water, but the alcohol is behind it. Not to mention you, even Cunzhu got drunk a few times when he was a child."

Coincidentally, Shen Cunzhu was helping the old lady out of the hall at this time. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Great, big brother. I caught the one who was plotting behind the scenes."

Old Madam Zhu laughed heartily. She was relieved to see that the brother and sister were getting along so well. She said to Ning'er, "My Lord, you are right. A girl must get drunk once before she knows her tolerance."

She looked at Ning'er with a smile: "Little girls should dress like this, it makes people happy when they see them."

Shen Cunzhu saw that her elder brother's eyes had been lingering on Ning'er intentionally or unintentionally, and secretly marveled, "Brother is so cold-hearted, but he and Ning'er are so compatible. It can be seen that they are destined to be together."

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel moved. She took Ning'er's hand and sat down, praising her: "Mother is really good at training people. She trained Ning'er to have such a refined character and temperament."

She pointed at her own daughter affectionately and said, "Unlike our girl, who was born with a lawless temperament. When mother has time in the future, she should bring her to our house more often so that the sisters can get closer."

These words touched Shen Chongyan's heart.

He was usually busy with official business, and couldn't help worrying that Ning'er would be bored at home every day. Ruyao's personality was too domineering, and his second brother's daughters were too dependent on poetry and literature, so they might not be able to play together with Ning'er.

Cunzhu is his sister, who has a straightforward personality and good relationships with people. She has been away from Beijing for a long time, and now is the time for her to make new friends. It would be great to let Ning'er go with her to see the world and meet some suitable female companions in Beijing.

The more Shen Chongyan thought about it, the more he felt it was appropriate. He smiled and said, "Sister, your idea is very good." Then he turned to Ning'er and said, "Thank you, aunt, first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Chongyan found that all the women in the room were looking at him in surprise.

Just when he was at a loss, he saw Ning'er blushing and hesitantly saying, "My Lord, I, I should call you aunt..."