Return of the Pearl

Qianlong stayed in Shandong for a few more days. During these days, he witnessed with his own eyes the whole process of the disaster in Shandong turning from severe to mild and gradually alleviating. He saw the faces of those suffering people blooming with smiles as bright as the sun again, and those smiles were full of hope and longing for life. He also truly felt the heartfelt gratitude of the people of Shandong to him.

The people of Shandong expressed the purest gratitude from the bottom of their hearts in the most simple and sincere way, and all of this made Qianlong's heart feel as if it was illuminated by the warm sun, full of warmth and comfort. The warm feeling was like a gurgling stream, slowly seeping into his heart and making his heart become extremely soft. He silently felt in his heart that all the efforts were worth it, and he felt sincerely happy for being able to bring peace and happiness to the people.

Qianlong's face was as cold as frost, and there seemed to be a layer of ice condensed on his face, which made people afraid. A resolute light flashed in his eyes, as sharp as a sword, making it impossible to look directly at him. In full view of everyone, he resolutely placed Altai in the center of the execution ground and gave him the most severe punishment in front of the people of Shandong.

The executioner held high a large knife that was shining with cold light. The blade shone with a sharp cold light, as if it could freeze everything. The executioner's arm drew an icy arc in the air, accompanied by a dull whistling sound like thunder. The knife fell down with the force of thunder, and accurately chopped Altai's neck. There was a "puff" sound, and the sound was like a sharp blade cutting through cloth.

In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing a scarlet blood mist, dyeing everything around it a shocking red. The scarlet blood flowed freely on the ground like a winding red river, emitting a pungent smell of blood.

Altai's body slowly fell down amidst violent tremors, as if all his bones and muscles had been pulled out, and he collapsed limply to the ground. His eyes were wide open, and his pupils were filled with fear and unwillingness.

All the Shandong officials present were pale as death, as if they had lost their parents. They were shivering, their bodies shaking involuntarily, like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. They knew that their fate would be as tragic as Altai's, and their hearts were filled with fear and despair. Their faces were as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, and the expression seemed to be frozen on their faces, full of endless sorrow and helplessness.

The people of Shandong gathered around the execution ground like a tide, their faces filled with irrepressible joy and happiness. Their weathered faces bloomed with smiles as bright as flowers, and their eyes and brows were filled with joy.

Some people were so excited that their eyes were filled with tears, and their tears sparkled like crystals in the sunlight. They shouted in trembling voices: "Long live the emperor! Long live the emperor! Long, long live the emperor!" The voices were full of gratitude and respect for Qianlong.

Some people danced and jumped excitedly, as if they wanted to release all the joy in their hearts. They hugged each other, sharing this hard-earned joy with each other, and laughter echoed in the air.

Some old people had their eyes full of satisfaction. They kept nodding their heads and muttering, "This day has finally come. God is really kind!" Children were running around and playing in the crowd. They were running happily, and their laughter was as clear and sweet as silver bells.

The whole scene was extremely lively, and the people expressed their praise for Qianlong's wise decision and their longing for a better life in the future with their most sincere emotions.

Afterwards, Qianlong stayed in Shandong for another day. During this day, he stood quietly on the land of Shandong, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. Then, he made a resolute decision to return to Beijing.

Qianlong knew very well that although the disaster in Shandong had been alleviated to a certain extent and officials such as Altai had received due punishment, this only solved part of the problem. He knew very well that in the prosperous capital, there were still many unpredictable hidden dangers.

Those hidden dangers are like poisonous snakes hiding in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to strike at any time and posing a huge threat to him. However, he has no fear or retreat at all. He wants to use his wisdom and courage to meet the upcoming challenges.

Yun'er had been looking exhausted and sleepy lately, perhaps because she'd been so stressed out since being captured! At this moment, Yun'er was sleeping peacefully on his lap, her peaceful face like a beautiful painting.

When he gazed at Yun'er's face, it seemed as if all his sorrow and irritability could be soothed at this moment. For Yun'er, he would do his best to make the world peaceful and prosperous, and create a beautiful environment for Yun'er, a world with only light and no darkness.

Because he was willing to use his body to block all the darkness for Yun'er, to hold up a bright sky for her, so that she could grow up carefree under this sky without being disturbed by any darkness.

Kunning Palace

A few days ago, the thread connecting him and Altai was suddenly broken without any warning, as if a sharp blade had severed the connection between them. At that moment, the queen's heart was instantly swallowed by the surging tide, and endless fear surged towards her like a tide, surrounding her tightly.

This unprecedented situation made the queen feel an unprecedented panic. She felt as if the whole world had collapsed at that moment. Darkness and chaos enveloped her, making her fall into deep despair and helplessness.

In the silent and empty palace, the queen was on pins and needles, feeling uneasy. Her eyes were wandering and flickering, as if she was looking for something, or trying to escape from something. Her hands were tightly clenched, her fingers turning white from the force, showing her inner tension and anxiety.

Everything around her became blurry, hazy and unreal in her eyes, as if shrouded in a thick haze, which made her feel breathless. The exquisite carved beams and painted buildings also lost their former glory in her eyes, becoming gloomy and terrifying, as if hiding countless secrets and dangers.

The queen's heart was filled with deep worry and fear. She was afraid that Altai had met with an accident. "Has something happened to him?" the queen murmured to herself, her voice trembling with fear.

But this only possibility plunged her into endless fear and anxiety. Her body trembled involuntarily, her face was as pale as a piece of white paper, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Her heart was filled with fear, terror and anxiety, as if she was in a dark and cold abyss, unable to extricate herself. The feeling of despair and helplessness almost suffocated her. Various terrible scenes kept emerging in her mind, making her even more panicked and frightened.