Yi Ning told Old Lady Wei about this, and she fainted from anger, then burst into tears again when she woke up. Because of Old Lady Wei, the Duke of Ying's mansion was in a state of chaos, and a stagnant atmosphere weighed heavily on everyone's heart.

Yi Ning looked at Old Lady Wei, whose illness was becoming increasingly serious, her legs curled up weakly, and her heart sank. She was afraid that even if Cheng Lang could let them into the palace, her grandmother would not be able to walk now!

In the evening, thunder rumbled with great force, and a torrential downpour soon followed. Lanterns hung under the eaves, whipped by the rain and wind, and the Duke of Ying's mansion seemed to sway in the wind and rain. Old Lady Wei's courtyard was bustling with people, and Cheng Lang led his men through the rain to the Imperial City.

As the night deepened, the group approached the Duke of England's mansion.

This group of people wore ordinary linen clothes, straw sandals, straw raincoats and bamboo hats. They walked silently in the rain. The only difference was that they carried swords at their waists and were well-trained.

The group stopped in front of the Duke of England's Mansion. The leader looked up at the word "Wei" on the lantern of the Duke of England's Mansion and concentrated for a moment.

Someone went up and knocked on the door.

The door creaked open, and the old man who opened it stuck his head out. Seeing a group of people dressed like farmers standing there, he became a little impatient: "Why are you knocking on the door at this time? Get out of here! We don't need firewood in our house."

"What - even I am being kicked out?" The leader put his hands behind his back and slowly turned around. The lantern on the eaves illuminated his handsome and deep face, making his eyebrows and eyes look even sharper.

When the old gatekeeper saw this face, he was so scared that he couldn't speak and almost fell to his knees.

Duke of England Wei Ling... The Duke is back! But isn't he dead?

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The rain continued to fall, pouring down like a torrential downpour, the water flowing down the brick road into streams. Lanterns in the mansion lit up one by one. From a distance, the butler's ecstatic voice came: "The Duke is back! The Duke is back!"

A noisy noise emanated from the rain, and a servant hurried in to deliver the news. Yining, surrounded by the maids and servants, passed through the central hall. From a distance, she spotted the tall, upright figure standing under the veranda. He was safe, watching the rain. While the rain was pouring down outside, the veranda was peaceful and quiet.

An unbearable sour feeling welled up in her heart. She rushed forward in two steps, three steps at a time. As Wei Ling turned around, he saw the girl suddenly rush over and hug him. She was only as high as his chest. It seemed that the sight of him finally released the repressed feeling in her heart, and she finally burst into tears.

Wei Ling is not dead, he was not harmed by himself, he is still alive and well!

Wei Ling immediately hugged her back, holding her tightly, and took her sideways into the main room to protect her from the rain. Wei Ling heard her crying pitifully and whispered, "Daddy is fine, Meimei, don't cry."

"Everyone thought something had happened to you..." Yi Ning calmed down a little, choking and wiping away tears, "You were defeated in the battle, and the emperor wanted to take your title. Deputy Envoy Guo and I wanted to save you."

"I know everything." Wei Ling nodded and reached out to wipe Yining's tears. His rough fingertips actually caused some pain.

"I'm in touch with your third brother," Wei Ling said. "I know everything going on in the capital. I also know that you went to ask Lu Jiaxue for help."

She had done everything in her power to protect him, and Wei Ling was deeply moved when he thought of this. If he hadn't been in trouble, she would still be well protected, and she wouldn't have to support the huge Duke of England alone.

Wei Ling wiped his daughter's tears. Wei Ting was still a prince, so what would Yi Ning do without him as a supporter? Even thinking about Yi Ning, he couldn't die.

"What's going on with you?" Yi Ning asked in a low voice. "I heard that the 30,000 troops you led were ambushed by the Oirat tribe, and all 30,000 of them were killed in Pingyuan Fort..."

He suddenly came back dressed like a tenant. Could it be that he escaped from Pingyuan Fort?

The emperor is very angry now. If he knew that he was back, wouldn't he really chop off his head?

"I don't have time to talk in detail now. I have to go into the palace first, otherwise I will not be able to escape the crime of deceiving the emperor." Wei Ling could only say this.

There was a commotion outside; Yi Ning could even hear the rustling of iron. A servant hurried in and said to Wei Ling, "Duke, the Imperial Guards are here!"

After hearing this, Yi Ning turned sideways and looked outside... Those people were standing silently outside the front hall. Wearing Feiyu suits and embroidered spring swords, they were indeed Jinyiwei!

Her heart sank: "Is someone here to arrest you?" The commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard took orders directly from the emperor.

"Don't be afraid, everything will be fine. They are here to invite me into the palace." Wei Ling touched the girl's head and pursed his lips slightly, "I'll go change my clothes and come out."

Wei Ling returned to the inner room and asked the servant to help him change into a set of general's armor.

In the darkness, the armor shone with a cold, eerie light. Yi Ning saw him step out in it. He looked handsome and tall, with the resoluteness of a general, even the solemnity of a battlefield. Once he donned the armor, he was once again a general commanding a vast army, as if she had seen him marching off to battle once again. Yi Ning took his cloak and handed it to him, saying softly, "I'll help you look after the Duke of Ying's mansion."

Wei Ling held her hand tightly for a moment, then he walked into the rain.

From afar, Yi Ning watched him hurriedly enter the main hall. In the dark night, the front yard was as cold and eerie as the weapons in those men's hands. Unaware of Wei Ling's future, she sat on the armchair in the front yard for a long time, then summoned the steward and instructed him to go to Jing'an Residence and deliver a message to Old Madam Wei.

She waited in the front hall and asked the servant to light a few more oil lamps. This night would probably be a long one.

Yi Ning took a book and opened it, while Daimao moved the candlestick over, took off the hairpin on her head and picked the lamp wick, so that she could see more clearly.

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