Did the eldest daughter ascend the throne today?

Ning Zhiwei looked at the two parties who were about to fight with a calm expression.

In fact, she would prefer her successor to be a woman.

Because she was worried that after her death, the patriarchal society would launch a fierce counterattack, and the policies she formulated would be overturned, and even her achievements and name would be erased. It would also deprive women of the power and status they had fought so hard for, and confine women firmly to the backyard.

Only after two generations of empresses were those deep-rooted ideas changed in a subtle way, and the country smoothly passed through the counterattack period and entered a relatively relaxed and equal social environment.

"Your Majesty, we have absolutely no such intention. We are only thinking about Dayong."

Ning Zhiwei looked indifferent, "I ask myself, my civil and military skills are not inferior to any founding emperor. The real strong are not divided by gender."

"And my children will not be weak."

After saying this, she walked away, leaving behind a group of confused officials.

They would rather the prince inherit the throne, which would be more in their interests.

Women are too capable and have seized their rights. There are only so many official positions, and the higher you go, the harder it is to get promoted. Not only do they have to compete with their own sex, they also have to compete with women.

It would be better to let them all withdraw from the court and return to their families to take care of their husbands and children. Raising offspring is also very important.

They thought that if the next emperor was a man, he would be more sympathetic to them and they would be natural allies with shared interests.

So, they went to find Rong Jing and asked him to persuade Ning Zhiwei.

"Lord Rong, please advise the emperor. Since ancient times, it has always been men who inherit the family line, and it is the right way for women to get married."

"Yes, Lord Rong, you are also a man, you can understand our feelings, right?"

Rong Jing was very annoyed. "I don't understand. I only know that you can't compete with women, so you set your sights on the child of the emperor and me, and want to realize your political demands and dreams on the heir to the empire."

He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he had been feeling particularly irritable lately, wanting to lose his temper and curse at people.

"What are you thinking? Children are not tools for you to achieve your goals. If I find out that you dare to take advantage of me, don't blame me for being ruthless."

His sudden outburst of rage startled everyone, "Master Rong, don't get excited. Listen to my explanation."

Rong Jing was very impatient. "I don't want to listen to your excuses. I can see through your little tricks. But I remind you that the emperor is not a pushover."

Ning Zhiwei is an iron-blooded empress who established her empire. She is extremely powerful, decisive and able to control her ministers.

Everyone's face changed slightly, and they looked at each other and exchanged glances.

"Master Rong, you misunderstood. We would rather appoint the virtuous and capable as the heir rather than the eldest son or the legitimate heir."

Rong Jing raised his eyebrows, "Appoint the virtuous and the capable?"

"Yes, it's not that we are worrying too much, but the huge empire needs a capable emperor."

Rong Jing understood that this was a plan that failed and then another one was devised to delay time.

Once their status is determined, they become passive.

"You have good thoughts, but stop thinking about it."

The officials frowned, "Master Rong."

These people are so annoying! Rong Jing suppressed his annoyance and asked, "Let me ask you one question, who is smarter, you or the emperor?"

The official said without hesitation, "Of course it's the emperor."

Rong Jing looked at these court officials who had their own thoughts and said, "To be frank, none of you combined can beat her. Is it possible that she has not considered the things you are worried about?"

"She always thinks ten steps ahead before she takes one step. You guys, stop worrying about this. It's useless. Don't jump too high. Be careful not to get knocked to the ground by a slap."

The court officials left reluctantly. Rong Jing rubbed his brows and let out a breath.

A figure turned out from the back and said, "Finally left."

It was Ning Zhiwei. She looked normal and was not affected at all.

"They are just too idle. I have to find something for them to do."

Rong Jing stepped forward to support her, and carefully helped her to the dining table, "Yes, let them all be busy, so busy that they have no time to eat or sleep, and then they will have no energy to do anything."

Ning Zhiwei looked at the hand that supported her and was silent. He was too cautious.

Beef stewed with potatoes, steamed spare ribs with fermented black beans, braised duck with young ginger, stir-fried pigeon with mugwort, ginseng and pheasant soup, stir-fried wolfberry sprouts with oil and salt, and ham and bamboo shoot soup.

Ning Zhiwei likes every dish, especially the fresh bamboo shoot soup.

"A Jing, this soup is good, try it."

Rong Jing took a sip with a smile, but he immediately vomited, "Ugh."

Ning Zhiwei was shocked. Every dish was tested for poison. Was he sick? "Doctor, call the doctor quickly."

The imperial physician came in a hurry. After checking the emperor's pulse, his expression was a little strange. "Your Majesty, please rest assured. Lord Rong is fine. He is not poisoned, nor is he sick."

Rong Jing frowned. He thought he didn’t sleep well last night and his spleen and stomach caught a cold.

Ning Zhiwei was also very curious, "Then why did he vomit?"

The imperial physician hesitated, "This...symptom is like morning sickness."

Ning Zhiwei: ...

Rong Jing suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, "Morning sickness? Are you mistaken?"

The imperial physician was sweating profusely and said cautiously, "I have seen a similar case in an ancient medical book. The wife was pregnant and the husband had pregnancy reactions. This was caused by excessive anxiety and worry."

"Master Rong, you should relax more and don't be too nervous. I'll prescribe a medicine to calm your mind and nerves. You can take it for a few days if you want."

I heard it. If you don’t want to eat it, forget it.

Rong Jing felt unwell.

Ning Zhiwei's gaze fell on the imperial physician's face, his eyes slightly cold, "Remember, this matter ends here."

The imperial doctors are all shrewd people. They will understand immediately that this is a way to keep the mouth shut.

He immediately bowed and replied, "Yes, I am here to check your pulse today."

After the doctor left, Ning Zhiwei gently hugged the man and said, "It'll be fine. Trust me."

She had no idea he would be so nervous.

Rong Jing felt bitter in his heart, "You are the only one I have, please don't leave me."

Ning Zhiwei soothed her softly, "We still have the baby. We will never leave you."

Ning Zhiwei had no adverse reactions throughout her pregnancy. She ate and drank as she was supposed to. On the contrary, Rong Jing had a strong pregnancy reaction and was in great pain.

As the due date approached, the entire court fell into an anxious atmosphere, and everyone was staring at Ning Zhiwei's belly.

On this day, Ning Zhiwei noticed something was wrong just after dinner. She frowned and looked at Rong Jing, "I think I'm about to give birth."

Rong Jing was stunned for a moment, then he jumped up and rushed over in a panic, "Hurry up and call the imperial physician, hurry up and call the midwife."

Amidst the chaos, Ning Zhiwei was sent to the delivery room. The imperial physician and the midwife quickly arrived and took on their respective duties. Shaoyao personally stayed in the delivery room.

Rong Jing stood outside the delivery room, his legs were weak and his face was frighteningly pale.

For the first time, he felt that time was passing very slowly and every moment was torture.

I don’t know how long it took, the sun rose in the east, the morning glow filled the sky, the brilliant light illuminated the earth, and a baby’s cry pierced the sky.

Rong Jing looked up suddenly, it was born!

A surprised voice came from inside the house, "Congratulations to the Emperor, congratulations to Lord Rong, it's a beautiful little princess."

This was the famous Emperor Jianyuan in history, who created a prosperous and strong Jianyuan era in which all nations came to pay tribute.

After two generations of empresses took over, Dayong became the only strong country on this continent. The population size increased significantly, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, the politics was clear, the country was peaceful and prosperous, and the national strength was unprecedentedly strong.