Did the eldest daughter ascend the throne today?

The Ning family ran out to greet them, and were stunned when they saw Ning Zhiwei in black.

Her hair was tied up with a gold ring and she wore no makeup, looking the same as before. However, she exuded a murderous aura, her eyebrows and eyes were cold, and she looked intimidating without even getting angry.

"Fifth sister."

Ning Zhiwei looked over and smiled, "Xiao Liu, long time no see, how are you doing?"

When she smiled, the majesty in her body faded away, and she became much more friendly.

Ning Liu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The people coming down from this battlefield were different.

"We are all doing well, Fifth Sister. You have worked hard this year. You fought bravely on the front lines so that we could live safely in the rear. I am grateful every time I think of you."

Her elder sister is not only resourceful and resourceful, but also capable of both civil and military affairs to maintain the country's stability. She is so amazing.

"Yes, you have made some progress." Ning Zhiwei walked up to Old Madam Ning and bowed deeply. "Zhiwei greets Old Madam. May you be well."

"Get up quickly, you're back." Old Madam Ning quickly supported her and looked at this high-spirited girl. In just one year, she experienced the baptism of war and transformed into an invincible god of war.

People are really different.

She inherited the qualities of the Ning family's military generals, being good at fighting, and also inherited the unparalleled strategy of the first Marquis Dingyuan.

The first Dingyuan Marquis was awarded the title for his repeated achievements as a military advisor. Unfortunately, the generations that followed were inferior to the previous ones, and by the time of Ning Zhiwei's biological father's generation, they were even more useless.

Ning Zhiwei greeted the other female members of the family. Everyone was in a friendly mood, except for the wife of Young Master Ning Qi, who was not there.

The children rushed over and said, "Aunt, Aunt, we have all heard about your heroic deeds in the war. You beat all the bad guys away. You are so awesome."

"Aunt, when I grow up, I want to go to the battlefield like you to defend my country."

"I also want."

The children's chattering diluted the strangeness of not seeing each other for a long time.

The eldest grandson of the Ning family was almost eight years old. He was already a young boy. He tilted his head back with eyes full of admiration, "Aunt, why didn't you touch my head this time?"

Admiring the strong is natural, especially for the children of the Ning family. They have been taught from a young age that the strong are respected and they particularly admire Ning Zhiwei.

Their martial arts master is a retired veteran of the Ning family army. He is very concerned about the battle situation and often gives lessons to the children, analyzing various situations on the battlefield. All of Ning Zhiwei's battles are used as cases, which makes the children very proud.

That invincible female general is their aunt!

Ning Zhiwei is usually very busy, but he cares very much about the education of the Ning family's children. He often writes to them and keeps an eye on their progress.

We only have these few kids, and we will have to rely on them to carry on in the future. The cultivation of the next generation is of top priority.

"Didn't you say that you've grown up and can't let anyone touch your head?"

The little guy took the initiative to move his head closer and said, "Only Auntie can touch it."

My aunt’s hands are very warm. Whenever she touches my head, I feel very safe.

"I want to too, auntie. I love you the most, and you have to love me the most too."

"Go away, I am your aunt's favorite person!"

Ning Zhiwei was amused by them, "Come on, one by one."

Rong Jing, who was ignored on the side, watched silently for a long time, and took the initiative to step forward, "Greetings to the old lady, and to all the ladies."

Madam Ning then saw him and said, "It's Lord Rong, please stand up."

Madam Ning took the initiative to suggest, "Let's go in and talk first."

"Yes, yes, let's go home first." Ning Liu came over with a smile and took Ning Zhiwei's arm. On the other side, Ning Si was not to be outdone and stepped forward to take Ning Zhiwei's other arm.

"Why don't you see big sister?"

"Waiting in the lobby."

In the hall, Ning Wenyin was looking forward to it, looking at the door from time to time. Why hasn't he come yet?

Ning Qishao, who was sitting in a wheelchair, glanced at her and said, "Sister, go and greet them."

The Seventh Young Master's wife, who was standing next to the wheelchair, pursed her lips slightly, "Sister, don't worry about this. I will take good care of my husband."

Ning Wenyin was about to say something when she heard a commotion outside and she couldn't help but run out.

"Fifth sister."

Ning Zhiwei, who was surrounded by people, looked up and sized her up. "Big sister, you look very good. Thank you for helping me stabilize the rear."

"What nonsense are you talking about? We are a family."

Ning Zhiwei's eyes fell behind her, with a hint of tenderness in them, "Seventh Brother, are you feeling better?"

Only Young Master Ning grew up with her and they were closer than real siblings.

Ning Qishao looked at the girl who was full of energy, then looked at his own legs, feeling sad, "I feel much better now. I can stand up and walk a few steps, but I can't stand for long. Thanks to you for finding countless doctors to treat me."

Ning Zhiwei raised the corner of her mouth to smile, "It's already very good..." Let's take it step by step. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

Being able to stand and walk is a blessing; wanting to run or jump is unrealistic.

The Seventh Young Master's wife's face darkened. "Is this good? Are there some people who don't want the Seventh Young Master to get better?"

The scene went silent and everyone looked at her in disbelief. Is she crazy?

Ning Zhiwei said calmly, "Who are those people you are referring to?"

The Seventh Young Master's wife snorted coldly, "Whoever responds will be the one."

Ning Liu was furious and was the first to jump out, "Sister-in-law Qi, you are going too far. My fifth sister is not that kind of person. You are judging a gentleman by your own mean heart."

The Seventh Young Master's wife curled her lips, "I am a villain? She is a gentleman? You are really blind."

Ning Zhiwei raised an eyebrow, but didn't argue with her. Instead, he looked at Ning Qishao and said, "Seventh Brother, I hope more than anyone else that you can recover soon, return to the battlefield, and fight alongside me."

Ning Qishao sighed softly, "I know that you will always be my most trusted sister."

If she had any selfish motives, she would not have asked all the famous doctors to treat him.

Ning Zhiwei's mind raced, "Seventh Brother, you have to be well. This family of old, weak, women and children are counting on you."

The deep meaning in these words made Ning Qishao stunned, "Xiao Wu."

Ning Zhiwei looked at the guard on the side, and the guard handed her a long box.

"This is a gift I brought you. Do you like it?"

It is a large, silver-glittering sword, with the handle inlaid with gems of various colors, shining brightly and beautifully.

Mrs. Ning Qishao flew into a rage, "Ning Zhiwei, what do you mean? You knew that the Seventh Young Master was in poor health and couldn't wield a sword, but you deliberately used a knife to provoke him. Are you so unwilling to see him get better?"

Madam Ning was almost mad at her, "Shut up and stop talking nonsense."

The Seventh Young Master's wife did not think she was wrong. "Everyone, please judge for yourself. Where did I go wrong?"

Ning Si frowned slightly, "Sister-in-law Qi, no one thinks so, only you think so, you are indeed a mean person."

The Seventh Young Master's wife's expression changed.

Ning Qishao fondly stroked the precious sword, "Is this a trophy?"

Ning Zhi smiled and nodded, "Seventh brother, you have good taste. This is the sword of the eldest prince of the Jin Kingdom. It is said to be a precious sword handed down from the royal family of the Jin Kingdom. It can cut iron like mud and cut hair like a feather. It is very useful."

Ning Qishao reluctantly handed the precious sword back, "Thank you, Xiaowu, for remembering my preference. But, if the precious sword falls into my hands, it will be like a pearl covered in dust, useless. You should use it."

Ning Zhiwei paused and looked at him deeply. "Okay, when you want this sword someday, ask me for it."