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

Liu Ying was frightened by his aura for a moment and took a step back unconsciously. After a while, she whispered, "What do you want to know, young lady?"

Ning Er loosened her hand and whispered, "Sister Liu, you said that you were entrusted by someone to give me the jade box."

She raised her eyes, her clear eyes staring straight at Liu Ying: "I know, Sister Liu, there must be something you are not comfortable telling others. I just want to ask you,

"Is the person entrusted with this task surnamed Chu?"

Liu Ying was silent for a long time before she said softly, "Miss Ning, when the jade box was handed to me, it must have been turned more than three times. It's not that Liu Ying intentionally concealed it, but I really don't dare to make a rash judgment on who the owner of the item is."

She spoke with great difficulty: "It's even harder to say whether his last name is Chu."

Ning Er nodded. She was not an aggressive person. In essence, she was a very easy-going person.

No matter what the reason is for the kindness shown to her by others, her first reaction is always to accept it.

Therefore, she could trust the help that the Marquis had inexplicably extended to her; and when she saw the fox fur that day, she knew it was strange, but she accepted it without saying a word.

Because she could feel that whether it was the flowery note that was delivered to her earlier or the fur coat that was tailor-made for her, both contained cherishment and kindness.

Ning'er took a step back and gently placed her hand on the back of Liu Ying's hand. Her voice was soft and gentle, but very firm:

"I will leave the Marquis' Mansion the day after tomorrow. If Sister Liu has a solution, please tell the person who entrusted you that Ning'er has asked him to meet at the Jingshuifang in the north of the city."

It was not until Chuncao came back and left with Ning'er that Liuying woke up from her dream, and she even forgot what she had originally wanted to talk to Ning'er about.

She didn't expect that Ning'er, who looked so weak and pitiful, could be so decisive and courageous.

Today is February 26th, and the day after tomorrow is February 28th!

With such a short time, how could she make the trip back and forth and deliver the message to the Nine-Layered Heaven Palace!

What's more, Liu Ying shuddered. From beginning to end, no one told her who the owner of the jade box was.

Thinking about who had thrown that hot potato to her, Liu Ying gritted her teeth in anger:

Shen Chongyao!

If she thought about it carefully, if Shen Chongyao hadn't handed her the jade box without any explanation, she wouldn't have been so busy that she had no time to think about it and would have just stuffed it into Ning'er!

It was all his fault that he got himself involved in this mess. So how could he stay out of this huge trouble today?

Thinking of this, Liu Ying regained her composure. She called the round-faced little girl with double buns over and instructed her, "Go and ask if the Second Master is in the mansion today."

A hint of cunning appeared on that face as beautiful as a peach or plum: After all, it is better for me to live than for my friend to die.

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Ning'er sent Chuncao to take the medicine back to the room, but she herself was not in a hurry to go back. She only took a little maid with her and walked aimlessly in the mansion.

It was already deep spring, with lush trees and blooming flowers everywhere, and the sound of orioles chirping could be heard from time to time. The Xinyuan Marquis Mansion had completely become a huge garden surrounded by trees and waterside pavilions.

Ning'er has lived here for a long time, but rarely has the leisure to take a good look at the scenery here.

She silently calculated the days in her heart. It had been more than a month and a half since she was rescued from the snow by the Marquis on the eleventh day of the first lunar month.

She recalled the night when the Marquis had talked with her in the courtyard of Songshou Hall.

Before leaving, he suddenly stopped me and asked, "Ning'er, do you lack anything or want anything?"

Ning Er was surprised for a moment, then shook her head and said with a smile: "My Lord, I have everything in the mansion, I really don't lack anything."

But the Marquis looked a little stubborn. He insisted, "If there is anything you want to do or eat, don't hesitate to ask."

It was a quiet night and there was no sound anywhere except for the slight crackling sound of burning candles.

Looking at Shen Chongyan's serious and stubborn expression under the lamp, at that moment, Ning'er suddenly understood what she wanted to do.

She stopped and thought seriously for a moment before she spoke: "My Lord, Ning'er does have an unreasonable request."

When Xinyuan Hou saw that I made a request to him, a look of satisfaction and joy appeared on his face.

Before she could tell him what she wanted, the Marquis immediately responded, "Don't be nervous. No matter what, I'll grant you everything."

Ning Er held back her laughter, bowed in a proper manner, and said to him solemnly, "I want to go home."

Shen Chongyan was stunned at the time. He had never expected Ning'er to make this request and he stood there in a daze for a while.

They both knew very well that the "home" Ning'er was referring to was the dilapidated little house in Jingshuifang in the north of the city.

That was where Ning'er had lived since she was a child, and it was also the only thing her mother left her.

The Marquis' mind was a little erratic, but just when Ning'er thought he was unwilling, he slowly spoke:

"Take a day off in three days. I'll send someone to pick you up in the morning. Don't say anything to the old lady yet. I'll make arrangements."

Ning'er was very grateful to the Marquis for his help.

She didn't just want to go back to Jingshuifang on a whim. She also had to find a chance to go to Sigu Mountain.

Because that day was not only her birthday, but also her mother's memorial day.

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What Ning'er didn't know was that these days, whenever Shen Chongyan had some free time, he would devote himself to the Household Registration Department to look through the yellow books of household registration over the past decade in order to investigate what happened back then.

Because he didn't want to attract attention, the progress was not fast. He wanted to visit Ning'er at her previous residence several times, but he was afraid that if he investigated her private affairs behind her back, she might be unhappy if she found out later.

But I didn't expect that at this moment, it was Ning'er who asked me to go back and take a look.

He asked her carefully: "I'm worried about you going there alone, can I go with you?"

Unexpectedly, Ning Er rejected her straightforwardly. After thinking about it, she said to Shen Chongyan, "If the Marquis is worried, then let Yan Ling go with you."

Ning'er's answer was somewhat beyond Shen Chongyan's expectations. He didn't expect that after being reborn, with so many changes in personnel trajectories, Ning'er and Yan Ling's relationship was still so good.

He thought back to his previous life, when they first treated Ning'er as an orphan who they had just saved, Yan Ling had taken extra care of her; later, by chance, she became a maid in the Marquis's mansion, and when she was having the hardest time, it was Yan Ling who had repeatedly lent a helping hand in secret; not to mention that in the chaos that followed, it was also Yan Ling who had been more careful and saved Ning'er who was almost sold away...

At that time, they were kept in the dark from beginning to end, and many things happened. Ning'er's initial gratitude and admiration for herself turned into keeping her distance later, but she always trusted Yan Ling very much.

Thinking of this, Shen Chongyan felt as if his heart was being bitten by a poisonous insect, and he felt a sharp pain.

That's because no matter what her identity is, Yan Ling is always kind to her.

He suddenly felt a little scared and asked Ning'er to know his life experience.

I'm afraid that when that day comes, what he will gain will definitely not be Ning'er's closeness and gratitude.