Did the eldest daughter ascend the throne today?

Chapter 442 Please take a safe pulse

After returning to the palace, Ning Zhiwei took a hot bath, ate something, and fell asleep.

Once people return to a familiar and safe environment, they tend to relax.

She slept for a very long time. When she woke up, it was already dusk and night had fallen. The night pearl on the bedside was emitting a faint light.

She was woken up by hunger, her stomach growling with hunger.

After a good sleep, she felt refreshed and stood up. "Someone come."

As soon as he finished speaking, two palace maids came in, holding towels and washbasins in their hands, kneeling and bowing, "Your Majesty, you are awake. Do you want to have dinner? The imperial kitchen has been preparing it."

"Pass it on."

After Ning Zhiwei washed up, she changed into light clothes, tied her hair up and went to the living room.

Inside the room, the man heard the noise and stood up, his eyes full of affection, "Did you sleep well?"

Ning Zhi smiled and nodded, "Very good, I didn't expect that I slept for so long."

Rong Jing knew how hard it was to fight on the battlefield and was a little worried that she might have been injured.

"I'll have the Imperial Hospital check your pulse later. Please make sure it's safe."

Ning Zhiwei sat down, "Peony has always been by my side, taking care of me."

Rong Jing looked at her greedily. She was thinner, but in good spirits. "Let them take a look. It will put everyone at ease."

Ning Zhiwei nodded, "Okay."

The steaming hot meal was served to her, all of which were her favorite dishes.

She was really hungry, so she picked up her chopsticks and ate in big mouthfuls.

He ate in a hurry, but his eating manner was very elegant and not rude.

Rong Jing didn't have time to eat. He kept picking up food for her and peeled a bowl of shrimps and put it in front of her.

Ning Zhiwei looked up at him, smiled slightly, and also picked up a piece of duck leg and gave it to him.

"Don't just focus on me, eat too."

Rong Jing couldn't bear to blink, "It feels like a dream to have dinner with you. It's a little unreal."

Ning Zhiwei stretched out her hand and pinched his arm, twisting it gently, and asked with a smile, "Does it hurt?"

Rong Jing did not retreat, but instead extended his arm over, "It doesn't hurt, just use more force."

Ning Zhiwei: ...

She took her hand back, and Rong Jing grabbed her hand and confessed affectionately, "Zhiwei, I miss you so much, so much."

He often wrote her private letters, which were full of his longing for her.

Ning Zhiwei could feel his restrained affection, and felt warm in her heart, "You've lost weight."

She was fighting on the front line while he was preparing food and fodder in the rear, dealing with the three-way war and presiding over government affairs, which was extremely hard.

She gave him half of the peeled shrimp and said, "Eat more."

Rong Jing was filled with joy, with a hint of smile on his face, "Okay."

The two of them ate and chatted in a harmonious atmosphere.

After dinner, Ning Zhiwei took out a sealed box and said, "I brought you a gift."

When I come across something fun and interesting, I want to share it with him.

Rong Jing opened the box, which contained various beautiful stones, famous paintings, ancient books, etc.

He also saw two clay dolls, which were made in the image of him and her, and they looked lifelike.

His eyes lit up and he held it tightly in his hand, unable to let it go.

"Am I the only one who has this?"

Ning Zhiwei nodded, "Yes."

Rong Jing was immediately overjoyed, "I like this gift very much."

The item is small, but the thought behind it is truly precious.

In the chaos and busyness of the war, she still remembered to bring him a gift, which showed that he was in her heart.

Ning Zhiwei took a sip of fruit tea and asked, "Is the court peaceful?"

Rong Jing nodded slightly, "Everyone is busy with the war. Even if they have any ideas, I suppressed them."

These civil and military officials each had their own camps and ideas, and he spent a lot of time and effort to suppress them.

Ning Zhiwei suddenly remembered something, "Where are Fourth Sister and Xiaoliu and the others?" She only saw Ning Wenyin and Shengxia.

Rong Jing said casually, "The Grand Minister of Agriculture is ill and is recuperating in Qixia Villa. Miss Ning Liu is taking care of her."

Ning Zhiwei was stunned. "Why did Fourth Sister fall ill? Is it serious?"

Rong Jing had a complicated expression. "The imperial physician said that she was ill from overwork. However, she is still young and will get better slowly with care."

Overwork? Ning Zhiwei was stunned. Was he dragged down by this war?

She forgot that the women in the Ning family were all frail and had never learned martial arts, so they would not be able to bear the fatigue.

She was a little worried, "How long have you been sick?"

Rong Jing said calmly, "Just a few days ago, she fell ill after being caught in the rain."

Ning Zhiwei frowned, "In the rain?"

Rong Jing was not in a position to inquire about the Ning family's female relatives. He wanted to avoid suspicion. "I'm not very clear about the specific situation. I only read the intelligence."

Ning Zhiwei seemed to be thinking about something. The previous struggle between her and the aristocratic family had reached a life-and-death point. Did the aristocratic family extend their hands to other people?

Given the unscrupulous nature of the aristocratic families, this is entirely possible. They may have already put it into action, so we have to be on guard.

A voice came from outside, "Your Majesty, the doctor is here with the imperial physicians to check your pulse."

Ning Zhiwei raised her voice and said, "Come in."

Several imperial doctors came in and saluted together.

Ning Zhiwei stretched out his right hand and asked them to feel his pulse. Several people took his pulse one after another and discussed it for a while.

Finally, the doctor bowed and said, "Your Majesty has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and he has a hidden disease. It is not obvious when he is young, but it will gradually be exposed as he gets older. Therefore, you need to take good care of yourself for a while."

Rong Jing's expression changed slightly, "After the treatment, can it be restored to its original state?"

The doctor was very conservative in saying, "It will get better."

People like them prefer stability and won't take on too much.

Rong Jing's face was still grim, and he ordered them to come up with a foolproof prescription.

Ning Zhiwei gently held his hand, "It's okay."

She was well aware of her own body. It was common for her to march thousands of miles in the army, and to fight for three days and three nights. There must be some damage to her body, but she was young.

"What's the situation with the Minister of Agriculture?"

The doctor frowned slightly and handed over Ning Si's medical records. "The Grand Minister of Agriculture is overworked. Please give her more advice when you have time. Her health is the most important thing."

The women in the Ning family work too hard.

Ning Zhiwei picked up the medical record and read it carefully. It turned out to be gonorrhea, which triggered the disease lurking deep in the body.

It’s a good thing to find it now, the earlier the treatment, the earlier the recovery.

"Treat her well, use all the good medicine, and make sure she recovers."

"Yes."

Ning Zhiwei asked casually, "By the way, is there an imperial physician stationed at Qingluo Villa?"

The chief physician shook his head and said, "No, the Ning family declined, saying it was against the rules. However, they have a palace physician."

After Ning Zhiwei went to the battlefield, the Ning family's children all returned to Qingluo Villa to observe mourning, isolated from the world. If anyone had a headache or fever, it would be much more convenient to have a doctor in the house.

"Let's all go back."

"Yes."

Ning Zhiwei pondered for a while, then gave another order, "Please ask Madam Ning to come over."

"Yes."

Rong Jing couldn't help but persuade, "Why don't you take a rest first, and we can talk about it tomorrow if there's anything."

Ning Zhiwei waved her hand. There were some things that needed to be clarified. "The Madam has been waiting for a long time."

Madam Ning came in. She was not wearing plain clothes, but she was dressed very simply. "Your Majesty, I bow to you and wish you good health and happiness."

Ning Zhiwei's attitude was very friendly. "Get up, auntie, how are you? How are everyone else?"

However, no matter how friendly she was, she had not yet completely restrained the awe-inspiring aura she displayed during the battle, which made Madam Ning a little restrained. She spoke respectfully, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern. We are all fine."

Ning Zhiwei picked up the teacup and took a sip. "I heard that Seventh Brother's child is already one year old. Why didn't anyone tell me?"

Madam Ning was a little surprised. "Huh? I thought Wen Yin would write to tell you."

Ning Zhiwei didn't mean to ask further, "Maybe I was too busy to remember. Is the child okay?"

Madam Ning showed a trace of fear on her face. "Although the birth of that child was dangerous, but..."

Ning Zhiwei paused, "Dangerous?"