Did the eldest daughter ascend the throne today?

Ning Qishao said calmly, "After everything is settled, I will volunteer to go to the battlefield..."

It is the Ning family's destiny to fight bravely on the battlefield, be loyal to the emperor, love the country and protect the people.

Why should a good man seek favor? He can still ride a horse to kill the enemy and get the glory that belongs to him through military merit.

The Ning family disdains relying on nepotism to gain power.

Duan Xinyu's face changed when she heard that. "No, you can't do that."

What a joke, who knows what will happen tomorrow after he goes to the battlefield? No one can guarantee that he will come back alive!

What should she do if something happens to him?

Ning Qishao's face turned cold, "Others can do it, why can't I?"

Duan Xinyu's heart was in turmoil, and she hurriedly advised, "You are the only adult male in the Ning family, how can you go to the battlefield? If something happens, how will our family, the old and the young, survive?"

He is her lifelong support and the ladder to heaven, how could he get into trouble? No, she can't go to the battlefield.

Ning Qishao looked at her questioningly, "Do you think so little of me?"

Duan Xinyu bit her tongue, using the pain to sober herself up a little.

"That's not what I meant. The sword has no eyes. The battlefield is too dangerous. Your body hasn't recovered yet. How can you go to the war?"

"Think about it, your grandmother is so old and you are her only grandson. How can you let her worry about you day and night?"

"The children are still young, and they are not old enough to support the family. They still need you, their uncle, to support them for a few more years."

These are all reasons.

"It's not that I don't want you to go, but please wait a few years."

Ning Qishao's expression became better. "There would be no wars to fight then. The lifelong dream of a military commander is to achieve great military merits and be granted a title of nobility and appointed as prime minister."

He also has his own dream.

"Besides, with Zhiwei here, the old and young in the family will have someone to rely on. She is kind and will take care of us."

Duan Xinyu's mouth was full of bitterness. Yes, Ning Zhiwei bestowed such a generous title on the Ning family, with nine titles for each family member. He could be said to be a man of loyalty and righteousness. Who wouldn't envy him?

But it’s not yet the turn of the seventh room.

"She didn't even give the old lady a reward, how can we expect her to?"

Logically speaking, since General Ning was posthumously conferred the title of Duke of Weiguo, the old lady should also be conferred the title of a lady of the first rank.

But, it’s so unclear, what does it mean?

It's impossible that he was missed. Ning Zhiwei even took care of the youngest kid.

Every one of the bloodline of the Ning family has a title, including the eldest aunt who is married in the Ning family.

Ning Qishao was very calm, as if he had expected it, "She didn't reward my first wife either."

Duan Xinyu was stunned, "What does it mean?"

Ning Qishao is the one who knows Ning Zhiwei best. "It's very simple. She will remember everyone who has offended her. She remembers favors and also grudges. You have not offended her, so you are a first-rank imperial lady."

Since Old Madam Ning doesn't get a title, her daughters-in-law and granddaughters-in-law naturally can't be given titles either. This is considered the last bit of dignity for the old lady.

Otherwise, the Ning family will be in internal turmoil.

Duan Xinyu's face turned pale. This is too stingy.

"We are a family. What grudges can't we just laugh off?"

Ning Qishao smiled faintly, "This is the real Ning Zhiwei, she is clear about gratitude and resentment. If you are good to her, she will remember it in her heart. If you dare to plot against her, she will kill you immediately."

When he said this, he deliberately glanced at Duan Xinyu, as if he had some hidden meaning.

Duan Xinyu trembled all over, and a deep fear rose in her heart. It seemed that her husband was not as simple as she imagined.

"I know my husband is ambitious, and I shouldn't stop you, but... we don't have any children yet."

Ning Qishao was stunned for a moment.

Duan Xinyu begged humbly, "Husband, please wait a little longer. Once we have a child, we will have someone to carry on our family line. Then I won't stop you."

Ning Qishao remained silent.

Duan Xinyu thought she had convinced him and let go of the worry, but she didn't know the man beside her at all.

Everyone was busy preparing for this national founding ceremony.

Ning Zhiwei was no exception. He reviewed the entire ceremony process over and over again several times.

The ceremony is arduous and complicated, and the whole process takes a whole day.

Ning Zhiwei was tired after a long day and her head was aching, so she picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Rong Jing walked in with a tray, "Zhiwei, eat something first."

Ning Zhiwei looked up at him and sat up straight. "Why don't you let the servants bring it?"

Rong Jing also lived in the palace, in the Yangxin Palace, which was very close to the Qianming Palace where Ning Zhiwei lived.

Even if he was offered a house, he just refused to accept it.

"It's just a small thing. I can do it myself."

It was two bowls of noodle soup and a few side dishes. The soup was rich and tasty, and the noodles were chewy and smooth.

Ning Zhiwei was hungry and ate with relish.

Rong Jing looked at her with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

Ning Zhiwei glanced at him. Hey, why does he look better? "What's wrong?"

Rong Jing raised the corner of his mouth, "I did it."

He was so proud, his eyes were full of smiles.

Ning Zhiwei was a little surprised, "You also know this?"

"I learned a little bit in order to avoid starving to death." Rong Jing said this in a very calm tone, the past had long gone with the wind.

Ning Zhiwei thought of his life experience, pursed her lips, took a big sip of soup, and nodded vigorously, "It's delicious!"

Rong Jing was dressed in blue, with clear and sharp features. "I have a little regret. I should have made a bowl of longevity noodles for my mother myself."

Ning Zhiwei thought of that gentle and loving woman and sighed silently.

The eldest princess is a very good person, but unfortunately, good people don’t live long, while bad people live a thousand years.

She put down her chopsticks and patted his back. "The princess won't care about this. As long as you are well, she will be happy. She loves you so much."

Rong Jing held her hand and said, "My first half of life may seem glamorous, but in fact, it is full of regrets. I just hope that the second half of my life will be perfect."

Ning Zhiwei was such a smart person that he understood immediately, "What do you want to say?"

Rong Jing held her hand tightly, looking a little nervous, "How are you... going to arrange our affairs?"

The procedure submitted by the Ministry of Rites did not include a marriage procedure, but only the ceremony of establishing a country and a monarch.

Ning Zhiwei understood what he meant, "It gives me a headache too."

Rong Jing was silent for a moment, his expression gloomy, "Did I make things difficult for you?"

The attitudes of other people were somewhat ambiguous, and they all gave up the idea of ​​marriage.

This made him very angry.

Ning Zhiwei raised her eyebrows, "That's not the case. I want to wait until the world is at peace before getting married."

Rong Jing snorted coldly, "What if there is no peace for ten or eight years?"

Ning Zhiwei's mouth twitched. If they couldn't defeat the enemy in ten years, then they would have to doubt their ability.

"Three years."

Having said that, Rong Jing simply said directly, "Let's hold it together with the founding ceremony. We can also save the money for a grand wedding! Is that okay?"