Did the eldest daughter ascend the throne today?

Chapter 440: Every Crime is a Death Penalty

Rong Jing ignored him and stood still. "Today is to welcome the emperor back to the capital, so don't do anything that is not presentable. If anything goes wrong, don't blame me for being rude."

His tone was stiff and he didn't give any face at all.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the pretty maid, "Master Rong, you are so bold. You have offended my wife. Do you know what the consequences will be?"

Rong Jing sneered. He actually threatened him. He really didn't know how to live or die. "Someone, slap him."

"Clap clap clap."

After a few slaps, the maid's pride was completely gone. Her face was swollen, but her eyes were full of resentment.

She covered her hot cheeks and said, "Okay, wait for me."

She turned and left without Rong Jing even giving her a glance. Seeing this, the subordinate couldn't help but say, "Master Rong, you are too kind."

With such an arrogant attitude, he didn't kill anyone.

Rong Jing raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Today is the great day when the emperor returns to the capital. It would be bad luck if we see blood."

He was in a good mood and didn't bother with those fools, as it would be a loss of face for him.

After such a commotion, the women in the pavilion became completely quiet.

After an unknown amount of time, a cavalryman appeared in the distance, coming to report the news in advance.

"The Holy Chariot has returned."

Everyone's spirits were lifted, and they straightened their clothes and hair, welcoming the emperor with great energy, and also wanting to make a good impression on him.

Soon, the sound of uniform horse hooves began to sound, becoming louder and louder.

A cavalry appeared in front of everyone. The soldiers were riding war horses, wearing armor, and looked majestic.

Rong Jing's eyes fell on the woman surrounded by cavalrymen, and his heart was beating wildly.

The woman was dressed in military uniform, full of vigor and vitality, with a smile on her face, and she looked beautiful and domineering.

It’s Ning Zhiwei!

Everyone knelt down one after another, "Your Majesty, I greet you. Long live your Majesty."

Three cheers of "Long live the emperor" echoed through the sky.

Everyone knelt on the ground, without exception.

Ning Zhiwei immediately spotted Rong Jing who was standing in the front. He was still so conspicuous, dressed in blue, with a face as white as jade.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly and she jumped off the horse nimbly.

"Everyone, get up."

Ning Zhiwei came over and said with a smile, "I've already said that there's no need to go out of the city to welcome you on such a hot day."

After experiencing the baptism of the battlefield, the awe-inspiring aura she exuded became even stronger, making people dare not look directly at her, and they all stood with their heads bowed and their hands hanging.

Rong Jing, however, did not have so many concerns. He stared at her without blinking. His longing for her was silent, but deafening.

"The Emperor has personally led the army to fight in the south and north, expanding the territory and establishing great achievements. As a minister, I would be derelict in my duty if I could not accompany him in person."

He spoke in a serious and polite manner, but his burning eyes betrayed him.

"It is our honor to go out of the city to welcome the heroes returning triumphantly. Why should we be afraid of the hot weather?"

Ning Zhiwei smiled at him, and Rong Jing couldn't help but smile too. The two looked at each other and smiled, and everything was said without words.

Ning Zhiwei then looked at everyone and nodded slightly, "Everyone has worked hard. I know all your contributions in the rear, and I will reward you one day."

The civil and military officials were all smiling happily. The king they were loyal to had never let them down.

"It is our honor to serve our country and be loyal to our king."

When the atmosphere was harmonious and joyful, a sharp voice suddenly rang out, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you have to make the decision for me."

Several maids supported Mrs. Ning Qishao and came over. Mrs. Ning Qishao took a few steps to catch her breath, looking like she was about to have a heatstroke.

Ning Zhiwei raised her eyebrows and looked at Ning Wenyin in the crowd, "Why is she here?"

When she left the capital, the women of the Ning family, led by Madam Ning, returned to Qingluo Villa to observe mourning, closed the gates, isolated themselves from the world, and refused to see outsiders.

This time, no one from the Ning family came, only the wife of Young Master Ning Qi came, and it was quite a grand ceremony.

Ning Wenyin's expression was complicated, and it was hard to describe. "She, even my mother can't control her."

There is something else behind these words, and they are very meaningful.

Ning Zhiwei raised her eyebrows. What happened? The eldest lady still has some ability, how could she not be able to suppress it?

Madam Ning Qi looked so delicate that she was about to melt into a fever. "Your Majesty, I..."

Before she could finish, Konoe shouted, "Kneel."

Madam Ning Qishao's expression froze, and then she shouted, "I am the emperor's sister-in-law, we are a family, do I need an outsider to tell me whether I kneel or not?"

The guard immediately stepped forward and pushed Mrs. Ning Qishao to the ground with force.

The Seventh Young Master's wife was stunned. She felt a sharp pain in her legs. She wanted to get up, but she was held down and unable to move. She couldn't help but get angry. "How dare you be so rude to me? Let me go."

Ning Zhiwei was secretly amazed. The wife of Ning Qishao had always been quite flamboyant, but after suffering a series of setbacks, she had become much calmer.

What's going on now? It seems like he has some support.

"You are a common woman. You came forward without an imperial decree and refused to kneel before the emperor. You are guilty of the death penalty."

These words were like a slap in the face of Mrs. Ning Qishao. She looked at Ning Zhiwei in disbelief. "What did you say?"

A common woman? A capital crime? How could they treat her like this? She was a great contributor to the Ning family!

Ning Zhiwei narrowed his eyes. Some people only remember the food and not the beating. Only a few years have passed, and they have forgotten the punishment they suffered in the past?

"Do you still remember what I said? You are not allowed to..."

Mrs. Ning Qishao's face changed drastically, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. No, no, no, don't say it.

A clear voice rang out, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. My master was so happy to see you that he forgot about etiquette. You care about the world, so you will not be so picky with your own relatives, right?"

A maid stepped forward and stood in front of Madam Ning Qishao. Her face was red and swollen, but she had a faint smile on her face and looked as gentle as water. Unfortunately, her face was swollen and she looked a little funny.

Mrs. Ning Qishao's eyes were filled with tears. Lian'er was still the best and most sincere to her. She always thought of her and stood in front of her when she was in danger.

Her husband's family only wants to suppress her, oppress her, make her suffer all kinds of grievances, and cannot bear to see her doing well.

Ning Zhiwei looked at the pair of jade servants, one was pretentious, the other was stupid, and was very impatient. He ordered coldly, "You are disrespectful in front of the king, interrupting without permission, and have no rules. Drag them away and beat them."

Lian'er's face turned pale with fear, and she trembled all over. She fell to her knees with a thud, "Your Majesty, I have no ill intentions. I beg Your Majesty to spare my life."

Mrs. Ning Qishao shouted anxiously, "Your Majesty, this cannot happen. Although she is a servant, she is my son's savior and has done a great favor to the Ning family. You cannot kill her."

Ning Zhiwei suspected that there was something wrong with her ears, "My son?"

Madam Ning Qishao seemed to have found someone to rely on, and she became bolder, "Your Majesty, congratulations, you have a nephew. The Seventh Young Master finally has a child."

Ning Zhiwei was a little surprised. How come she didn't know about this? No one told her, "Offspring?"