Did the eldest daughter ascend the throne today?

An ordinary carriage passed through the city gate, rushed towards the inner city, and gradually approached the Meridian Gate.

Inside the carriage, Ning Zhiwei was dressed in snow-white clothes, with her hair tied up with a white jade crown. Her expression was extremely cold. She picked up a pill to preserve her vitality with her bare hands and swallowed it.

Shaoyao's eyes were filled with tears. "Miss, why don't you let me go? How can you bear this kind of suffering?"

Ning Zhiwei's beautiful face was covered with frost, "You are not qualified."

Only if the Ning family steps in can the best results be achieved, and she has no choice but to do so.

For the Ning family, and to rescue those innocent women, he would have no regrets even if it meant risking his life.

"Don't worry, I'm fully prepared."

She looked at Ning Xiaolong opposite her calmly, her eyes dignified without anger, "Everything should be done according to my arrangements, and you must not disobey my orders."

"Yes." This time Ning Xiaolong was truly impressed. This master was decisive and extremely smart.

He got off the carriage first, turned around and blended into the crowd.

His mission was to hide among the people with his brothers, guide public opinion at critical moments, and seize the high ground of public opinion.

The carriage had been going for a while when Shaoyao suddenly looked back and said, "Miss, the carriage behind us has been following us. It's a bit strange."

Ning Zhiwei leaned over to take a look. The carriage was marked with the word "Rong"? Which family in Beijing had the surname Rong?

Suddenly she thought of a person, Rong Jing, the Minister of Dali Temple. He was a legendary figure and the only person in the history of the Great Qi Dynasty who won the top six places in the imperial examination, a glory that was unprecedented and will never be surpassed.

At the age of sixteen, he entered the Dali Temple and solved many strange cases. At a young age, he became the Minister of the Dali Temple, one of the Nine Ministers, and was deeply trusted by the emperor.

This person has experienced many ups and downs. The more glorious his first half of life is, the more glorious his second half will be...

The palace gates were majestic and the courtyards were deep. When the guards in front of the Meridian Gate saw a carriage coming, which had no markings, they pointed their spears at the carriage and shouted, "Stop, stop immediately."

The carriage slowly stopped, the curtain was lifted, and a slender white arm stretched out.

A girl in plain clothes got off the carriage. She looked pale and weak, and her slender figure seemed like it would fall down if the wind blew.

The guard was stunned for a moment. She looked like she was wearing ordinary plain clothes, but the white jade crown that bound her hair was made of pure white and fine jade. It was not an ordinary item. The girl had a beautiful face and a noble temperament. "Who are you?"

Ning Zhiwei turned a deaf ear and walked towards the drum step by step, picking up the drumstick hanging on the side. The guards were frightened when they saw this, they broke out in cold sweats, it was over, something big was going to happen.

What?

A man jumped out of the carriage behind, and the tall young man quickly stopped Ning Zhiwei and said, "Wait a minute, do you know the consequences of beating the drum?"

The man had a handsome face, a pair of slightly upturned peach blossom eyes, and a charming manner even without smiling. He had a straight nose, thin lips, and handsome sword-like eyebrows, giving him a natural sense of aloofness.

If you think he is easy to get along with, you are totally wrong. He is notoriously difficult to deal with and will show no mercy when it comes to a case. From the royal family to all walks of life, everyone will retreat three feet away when they see him.

Ning Zhiwei was stunned for a moment. It was Rong Jing indeed! Why was he here during court hours? Was he out on a case?

"I know that I will have to take thirty lashes first. A weak woman like me will never be able to endure it. But since ancient times, everyone has to die. Dying for loyalty, for the country, for the king is a worthy death."

She said it with great righteousness, and Rong Jing was deeply shocked. "Girl, don't be anxious, listen to me."

"I'm Rong Jing, the Minister of Dali Temple. If you have any grievances, please tell me and I will do my best to help you." The man spoke in a gentle tone, and a smile appeared on his usually indifferent face. He did his best to comfort the girl in front of him.

Stop her from going to the dead end.

Yes, there is no way out. No one can escape under the drum of denunciation.

Ning Zhiwei pursed her lips slightly. This person... is really contradictory.

She never knew that Rong Jing had such a bright and beautiful side. The Rong Jing she knew in her previous life had turned evil and degenerated into a demon. He became a devil that everyone feared, was pointed at by thousands of people, and left behind a lifetime of infamy.

Rong Jing thought she didn't believe it, so he took out an official seal from his arms and spoke softly.

"This is my official seal. You don't have to worry about anything. It is my duty to investigate and handle cases. I once made a great vow to do my best to eliminate all injustice in the world."

What a great ambition! What a pity! What did he go through back then?

Yes, the king is incompetent, the royal family is corrupt, and they are fighting for power, making the court a mess and chaos. Who can remain immune and who can escape unscathed?

Ning Zhiwei cupped his hands with a complicated expression.

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Rong, but this matter is too big and involves millions of people. You can't handle it alone."

She appreciated his kindness, but only by making a big fuss about it, making it known to the world, would the Ning family have a chance.

She raised the drumstick and swung it down heavily with her slender hands.

Wherever the truth is, I will go there, even if there are tens of thousands of people.

Rong Jing's expression changed drastically when he heard the voice. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop it, but he paused in the air and sighed silently.

"Boom, boom, boom." Again and again, the sound could be heard ten miles away, echoing throughout the capital.

All the people in the capital stopped what they were doing and listened to the drum beats in confusion.

Ah, this is not the funeral bell announcing the death of the emperor or empress, but the legendary drum for reporting the incident.

The Dengwen Drum sounded again after thirty years!

The weather in the capital is about to change!

A bloody disaster is about to come, but I wonder who will be the one to suffer this time?

Afterwards, people from all over the capital city rushed over from all directions like a tide.

Just to witness this moment.

Rong Jing stared at the slender figure, a hint of confusion flashing across his peach blossom eyes.

Although he was very sick and weak, he was extremely brave and had an indomitable soul.

Who is she and what does she want?

When the knocks reached thirty, the emperor arrived with his royal guards. As soon as the royal guards, wearing the uniform Feiyu uniform and carrying embroidered spring swords, appeared, the scene suddenly became tense.

The princes came, the civil and military officials came, and the common people of the capital came too. The place was crowded with people, and the sound of discussion was buzzing with excitement, nervousness, uneasiness, and a hint of excitement and anticipation.

The king had a calm expression, showing no emotion, and looked at the girl in plain clothes calmly.

However, the faces of the civil and military officials turned ugly. The Minister of Rites shouted, "Who are you? How dare you beat the drum to report?"

The one who stirred up the storm in the capital city was actually a delicate and frail girl! Are you kidding me? !

"I, Ning Zhiwei from the General's Mansion, am here to appeal for justice for the Ning family..." The girl's clear voice echoed throughout the venue.

Ning Zhiwei? She is Ning Zhiwei? Jinyiwei Commander Xiao Linfeng raised his head abruptly, a trace of confusion flashed across his cold eyes.

How could she know his biggest secret when they had never met each other?

No, she can't die!

This battle was later called the First Dance of the Empress. She won the hearts and prestige of the people and stepped onto the stage of history. The legend of the iron-blooded empress began...