Did the eldest daughter ascend the throne today?

Chapter 207 Hand over the Imperial Edict

When Ning Zhiwei rushed in, he gasped when he saw the scene in front of him.

I have never seen a noble lady fight so fiercely in public.

Why didn't anyone stop it?

The Duan brothers wanted to, but since they were men, it was not convenient for them to go and pull.

The women in the Ning family were all spoiled and were stunned when they saw this scene. The servants didn't dare to do anything. If they accidentally hurt anyone, it would be a bad thing.

Ning Zhiwei took a deep breath and said, "Go, pull them apart."

The servants then mustered up the courage to step forward and struggled for a long time before finally pulling the two men apart.

The two men had disheveled hair and looked disheveled. One had a wound on his face, and the other was holding his chest and gasping for breath. Even so, the two men still glared at each other fiercely, wishing they could chop the other into pieces.

Ning Zhiwei didn't want to get involved in the affairs of the inner courtyard, but since it had spread outside, she couldn't just ignore it.

"According to the rules of our Ning family, those who have committed crimes will be sent to the ancestral hall to kneel for three days and three nights. They are not allowed to eat or drink during this period. Come, lock them up in the ancestral hall. No one is allowed to approach without my order. They are only given one glass of water a day."

Everyone was stunned. This was too harsh.

Madam Ning Qishao opened her mouth but said nothing.

Duan Xinyu's face changed immediately. She didn't want to be punished so severely.

Young Master Duan immediately stood up and said, "No, no, no, this won't do. My sister has just recovered and can't stand this kind of suffering."

Fourth Young Master Duan also defended his sister, "My sister hasn't married into the Ning family yet, so she doesn't have to follow the Ning family's rules. I will discipline her well."

He was very smart, pulling Duan Xinyu out. Just as the two of them were secretly glad that they had escaped, a cold voice came from behind, "After you walk out of this door, the engagement between the two families will be annulled. It's not that our Ning family disobeyed the late emperor's decree, but that your Duan family didn't take the decree seriously."

Duan Xinyu froze. She had come all the way here, but her plan was aborted before she could even implement it?

"We didn't, and we can't say that."

Ning Zhiwei hated people who were stirring up trouble. "From the moment the late emperor granted the marriage, Miss Duan was considered a member of the Ning family. Fighting in public at the Ning family's banquet ruined the reputation of both families. If Miss Duan doesn't consider herself a member of the Ning family, then please leave."

These words were so heavy that Duan Xinyu couldn't breathe. She was sure that as soon as she walked out, Ning Zhiwei would immediately write to the court and push all the responsibility onto her.

Even her grandfather, who was the Prime Minister, couldn't help her.

After weighing the pros and cons, she gritted her teeth and said, "I...will go kneel in the ancestral hall."

No pain No gain.

Ning Zhiwei looked at her deeply. The more she could endure, the bigger her ambition was. "Very good. Remember to hand in an 800-word self-criticism. You can leave the ancestral hall only when I am satisfied."

Duan Xinyu's face turned green. She still wanted to write a self-criticism? How could she write this? Once she wrote it, she would have an indelible handle on him!

"Why?"

Ning Zhiwei looked at her coldly, "Just because I'm the head of the Ning family."

Duan Xinyu was speechless. This was the power of influence. In the Ning family, Ning Zhiwei was the one who really made the decisions.

She had tried to find out that no matter whether it was the oldest Madam Ning or the eldest lady who was in charge of the household affairs, their say was not as great as Ning Zhiwei's.

In the Ning family, there is only one voice, and that is Ning Zhiwei.

However, her target is Ning Zhiwei. She wants to replace Ning Zhiwei as the person in charge of the Ning family and the person behind the 100,000 Ning family troops.

Ning Zhiwei looked at the people around him and said, "I don't want to hear any rumors outside about what happened tonight."

Everyone was in tears; they had come to the banquet happily, but who would have thought it would turn out like this?

"Don't worry, we will keep it a secret."

"Very good, let's all go."

After she gave the order, no one dared to say anything and they all left immediately.

After everyone else left, the maid fell to the ground crying at Ning Zhiwei's feet, "Master, you have to save the young master. If anything happens to him, how can we face the Seventh Young Master?"

Ning Zhiwei narrowed her eyes slightly. She didn't interfere in internal affairs, but that didn't mean she knew nothing.

The child was also raised in the old lady's main courtyard and received the same treatment as other children.

However, because the child was still young, the nanny and the maid who had taken care of him before moved in with their original team.

"Why would you get sick when you're fine?"

The maid was stunned for a moment, her eyes wandering, "Huh? You don't know, children often get sick, and no one is as attentive as their mother. It's better to let the child's mother stay by his side, even if she can't move, but she can keep an eye on him."

Ning Zhiwei knew something was fishy when she heard this. These people were all selected by the Jiang family and were biased towards the Jiang family.

Jiang Shi was still restless even after her tendons in her hands and feet were cut. Tsk tsk, she would rather let the child get sick than not stay by his side? It was obvious that she wanted to plant the seeds of hatred in the child from an early age.

How could this be maternal love? It was clearly a tool she created.

"The servants didn't take good care of us, so we sold them all off."

The maid screamed, "No, we have been taking care of the young master since he was born. He can't live without us."

"Drag down."

Ning Zhiwei hesitated for a moment, "It seems that Jiang is too full. Let's eat one meal a day from now on."

I feel dizzy and hungry every day, and I don’t have the time to do anything.

She is decisive and quick to act, and she cuts the Gordian knot and strikes when the time is right.

Duan Xinyu and Mrs. Ning Qishao were both daughters of prominent families who had no worries about food and clothing. They were used to a life of luxury and had never experienced any hardship.

At first they hated each other and knelt far away from each other, but they couldn't bear it after just one hour. They couldn't eat, drink or sleep during the long night and were miserable.

After a day of hunger, they regretted it.

After two days of hunger, they cried, admitted their mistakes and begged for mercy.

After three days of hunger, they completely collapsed and vowed never to fight again and only listen to Ning Zhiwei's words: Help! They really knew they were wrong and they were going to starve to death.

In fact, the next day, people came one after another to plead for mercy, but unfortunately, Ning Zhiwei had a heart of stone and no one's plea was of any use.

The Duan brothers were worried. The Lady of Jingning County was too cruel. It was just a fight.

Third Young Master Duan came to plead for mercy again, but Ning Zhiwei remained unmoved. He was so anxious that he kept jumping up and down, "Jingning County Lady, what will it take for you to let my sister go?"

Ning Zhiwei's lips curled up slightly, finally waiting for these words. "Hand over the imperial edict."

Third Young Master Duan's face changed drastically, and he forced a smile, "What did you say? Is it the marriage decree from the late emperor? The Ning family also has a copy, exactly the same, what's the point of you coming here?"

Ning Zhiwei saw that he was playing tricks and smiled coldly, "Duan Sanshao, don't beat around the bush. What I want is the imperial edict for the transfer of troops to the northwest after the new emperor ascends the throne, which must be stamped by Prime Minister Duan himself."

Young Master Duan's pupils trembled violently...