He is always extremely clear-headed at such times.
Since he came to power, he rarely spoke so much to others at once. Once he spoke, his words were decisive.
Lu Jiaxue hadn't intervened, and Yi Ning knew he wasn't going to intervene. Firstly, if Wei Ling was already dead, helping the Duke of Ying's Mansion would be pointless and would only anger the Emperor. Secondly, he was also dissatisfied with Wei Ling's rebelliousness. After becoming the General of Xuanfu, Wei Ling seemed to be beyond his control. So he stood by and watched.
Lu Jiaxue's words made sense. It was indeed because of Wei Ling's mistake that this matter had become so complex! But how could Wei Ling have imagined that 30,000 soldiers would perish, and that he himself would die in battle? When he was just a few years old, struggling in the garrison, how could he have imagined this day?
Lu Jiaxue didn't hear her speak, but he saw her take a step forward. Then, with her legs bent, she suddenly knelt before him. Her skirt spread out on the ground like a lotus flower.
Yining really didn't know what Lu Jiaxue was thinking at this time. She gave in in front of Lu Jiaxue, but he just looked at her indifferently, as if he was just observing her quietly.
But no matter what, she had to say these words: "Even if father was wrong, he was with you through thick and thin for many years. He was covered in wounds from the battles, and we have so many ointments at home that we could open a shop. The old wound on his left leg hurts when it rains." She looked up at Lu Jiaxue, "He defended the border for so many years, could all his merits be wiped out because of a single defeat? If the soldiers of the world heard this, they would probably laugh and say that the court was unfair. The Tatars were burning and slaughtering people at the border, and father was ambushed while leading the troops to suppress them... Did father want to be ambushed?"
Thinking of Wei Ling, who might be stripped of his title, and the still-young Ting'er, Yi Ning felt a dampness creep up on her, blurring her vision. She continued, "When you die on the battlefield, even your reputation will be completely ruined... The loyal bones buried beneath these green mountains have been piled up layer by layer for who knows how many years. It's impossible to tell which is which. No matter how many mistakes you've made, they should be forgiven!"
Even the steward listening to her was stunned. Although the young lady of the Duke of England was a woman of the boudoir, such a state of mind was rare. He was somewhat moved by her words, but their Lord was a heart of stone. No soft words could move him, could shake his stone heart.
But when Lu Jiaxue heard this, he lowered his head, slowly closed the letter, and threw it to the steward. Then he said, "You go out first!"
The steward really wanted to know if Lu Jiaxue would agree. He was even afraid that Yi Ning would offend Lu Jiaxue and cause him to treat her badly. The moment he hesitated, Lu Jiaxue's voice sank: "Get out! Do you need me to say more?"
It was impossible not to feel nervous and afraid. Yi Ning knelt on the cold ground. She heard the housekeeper go out and close the lattice door in the front hall.
Suddenly, only the warm light of candlelight remained in the room.
Qingqu, who was guarding outside, saw this and wanted to rush in. But he was stopped by the guards guarding the door.
She saw the pair of soap-colored boots walking in front of her. Lu Jiaxue leaned over, suddenly reached out and pinched her chin, lifting her face.
Luo Yining didn't know what he was doing, but as he approached, she saw a cold expression on his face, as deep as the work of a knife and an axe. He leaned in close and said, "Do you know the full meaning of this sentence? Beneath the green hills, the bones of the loyal have been piled up layer upon layer for who knows how many years. If one day you go to identify the remains, you won't know which one is your own family. What should you do? It's better not to fight, and forget about your military achievements, lest one day you can't even recognize the remains."
Luo Yining's lips trembled slightly. She felt that Lu Jiaxue's breath was very strange, almost between her lips and teeth.
She said slowly, slowly, "What the governor said... I don't understand. What are you doing?" She tried to break free, but Lu Jiaxue tightened his grip and pressed closer to her, a sneer on his face as he stared at her and said, "If you admit that you understand what this means, I will save your father. What do you think? Is it worth it?"
Luo Yining didn't even remember what he had said to him! Could it be that he had a very good memory and could remember everything others had said?
Luo Yining bit her lip and said firmly, "I want you to save my father. If I knew what you were talking about, I would agree! But I don't know, so don't talk nonsense. My father often told me this. If I have offended the governor in any way, I can only ask for your forgiveness."
Lu Jiaxue finally let her go with an expressionless face.
"You're a young woman, so don't come asking for help late at night." Lu Jiaxue said calmly, "I'll ask someone to take you back."
Yining stood up from the ground and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her knee.
Seeing Lu Jiaxue's back to her, she bowed and said, "Thank you for your teachings, foster father."
Lu Jiaxue just hummed.
As Yi Ning was walking out, she heard him say behind her, "I will protect Wei Ling's title... but I will only do it this once. If it happens again, don't come to me."
After hearing this, she pulled up a bitter smile, then slowly turned around and saluted him again: "I understand, thank you, godfather."
She walked out of the front hall, and Qingqu had been pacing outside waiting for her. When he saw her come out, he hurried over to help her. Yining was very glad that Qingqu came to help her.
Because her legs then went weak and she couldn't hold on any longer.
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