Did the eldest daughter ascend the throne today?

At the gate of Ning Mansion, there was a sea of ​​imperial guards surrounding a young woman in plain and elegant clothes, with her hair tied up with a silver ring, looking very low-key.

However, this scene is destined not to be kept low-key.

She looked up at the familiar yet unfamiliar Ning Mansion and sighed silently.

"Qiu Sheng, where is the Seventh Young Master?"

When Madam Ning passed away, the first person to be informed was Young Master Ning, who was fighting in the Northeast, and he was already on his way back.

As the younger generation, we always rush back to see them off for the last time.

Ning Qiusheng said softly, "Pingzhou is more than 200 miles away from the capital, and we won't be able to get there until late at night.

Ning Zhiwei nodded and said, "This is the seventh day, and the funeral will be held tomorrow."

Letting the grandson smash the pot should fulfill the wishes of both the grandparents and grandson.

However, the war situation in the Northeast can only rely on the other two people to preside over the overall situation.

A group of people rushed out and knelt down the moment they saw Ning Zhiwei.

"Welcome to the Emperor! Long live the Emperor, long live the Emperor, long live the Emperor."

Ning Zhiwei personally helped Madam Ning up, "Everyone, get up."

She looked at him for a few seconds and said, "Madam, you have lost weight. You must take care of yourself."

Madam Ning's eyes reddened. She was the one assisting the Ministry of Rites with everything here, and she had to worry about everything.

Others only care about the Ning family's reputation, but no one cares about her health.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern. Thank you for letting the Ministry of Rites organize the funeral, which saved the old lady's dignity."

Ning Zhiwei smiled warmly and said, "We are all family, why should we have different opinions?"

Having said that, if you take it seriously, you'd be a fool.

Duan Xinyu looked at the woman with extraordinary demeanor, and a hint of deep envy flashed in her eyes.

This is the emperor who holds power.

Ning Zhiwei came to the mourning hall and lit three incense sticks personally.

This gave Madam Ning the final bit of honor and dignity, and also allowed many guests to see Ning Zhiwei's attitude.

After burning incense, Ning Zhiwei was invited to rest in the flower hall. Madam Ning accompanied her with her children, while the others remained guarding the mourning hall.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for coming to offer your condolences. The entire Ning family is filled with gratitude."

Ning Zhiwei nodded and said, "We are on our way to Qingluo Villa. Take care on your journey."

Madam Ning was going to be buried in the Ning family’s cemetery, which was on Qingluo Mountain.

After the funeral, they did not return to the capital, but went straight to Qingluo Villa to observe mourning. They did not see each other again until three years later.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Ning Zhiwei looked at the children. Their eyes were swollen from crying and they looked extremely pitiful.

"These children will stay in the palace to study. I will take good care of them."

This time, even the youngest Ning Xinyang stayed in the palace to interact more with his brothers and sisters and cultivate relationships.

"Originally, I wanted you to stay in the palace to take care of the children's food and daily life, but I never thought it would be like this."

Madam Ning was also reluctant to leave her children, but the children had grown up and had their own paths to follow.

"We are all relieved to have you here, but..."

Ning Zhiwei looked over and said, "You go ahead."

Madam Ning had always been worried about her daughter's lifelong event. "My daughter Wenyin's wedding date has suddenly been postponed, and I don't know what Mr. Zhou is doing..."

Ning Wenyin is the eldest granddaughter. When her grandmother passed away, she had to observe three years of mourning.

The wedding date had been set to take place at the end of this year, but now it has to be postponed.

How can an ordinary family wait for three years?

So that's what he was worried about. Ning Zhiwei waved her hand and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Zhou is very understanding and is willing to wait another three years."

Madam Ning breathed a sigh of relief, "It is our Ning family that owes him."

Zhou Hongye took the initiative to bring up this matter with Ning Zhiwei. A real man should put his career first. Now is a critical period and everyone is very busy, so let's do it in three years.

"He's happy with it, don't worry."

Ning Zhiwei touched the children's heads one by one, "You've all lost weight. I know you're all very sad, but the old lady hopes that you'll be well and eat well."

Ning Yuanxi held her waist tightly and sobbed softly, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have confronted that kind of person that day. I caused the old lady to die tragically."

Ning Zhiwei sighed silently. This child is a loyal person and has been very responsible since childhood.

Watching a loved one die tragically in front of your eyes is a huge shock to a child.

"How can you be blamed for this? This was an accident. The old lady chose the path herself."

"The Ning family is destined to move forward in blood."

"Yuanxi, you must look forward and never look back."

No matter what others say, it’s useless, but she listens to Ning Zhiwei. After hearing this, she feels much better. It’s not her fault, right?

Ning Zhiwei looked at the gloomy boy in the corner and said, "Xinzhe, come here."

Ning Xinzhe came over, half-knelt at her feet, and rested his head on her legs, "Aunt."

Ning Zhiwei touched his head and said, "It's not your fault. You were very brave at the time and you were just a little bit away from saving the old lady."

"But..." Ning Xinzhe's eyes turned red.

Ning Zhiwei sighed softly, "I know how you feel right now. I rushed back to Baishui Beach to save everyone, but I could only watch my uncle who loved me the most die in front of me. I was just one step away from saving him."

"Just one step away." With a sigh, endless regrets could never be let go.

"I'm very sorry and sad, but I won't blame myself because it's not my fault. The fault lies with the person who killed my uncle."

"So, I shot him to death with one arrow to avenge my uncle."

At this moment, Ning Xinzhe finally burst into tears, tears flowing down like crazy.

The other children couldn't help crying as well, and Madam Ning was already in tears.

Her husband died on Baishui Beach.

Ning Zhiwei gently stroked Ning Xinzhe's head. Every tear is the price of growing up.

"Xinzhe, you will walk the path I have walked, feel the pain I have felt, and take on the responsibilities I have taken on. You will eventually become the big tree of the Ning family, protecting them from wind and rain, so you must be strong."

"Believe me, time will dilute everything."

Ning Xinzhe cried out of breath and said angrily, "Aunt, I really want to kill that bad guy."

Ning Zhiwei sighed softly and patiently counseled, just like when her grandfather held her in his arms and counseled her when she was a child.

"This will happen again in the future, but remember one thing: be brave and strong, don't be carried away by hatred, and let yourself go."

Just at this moment, there was a noise outside and Ning Zhiwei frowned.

"What's wrong? Why is it so noisy?"

A servant hurried away and hurried back, "Your Majesty, something has happened."

Ning Zhiwei lowered his eyes slightly. There were many people coming to pay tribute today. With so many people and so many eyes, it would be easy for trouble to occur. However, with the imperial guards guarding, who would dare to cause trouble?

"what's up?"

The servant reported, "Mrs. Duan Qishao's sister, Miss Duan Rong'er, was seriously injured and is in critical condition."

Ning Zhiwei: ...