Dressing as Ziwei makes the Qing Dynasty more powerful

On this day, the sun was shining, the breeze was blowing gently, and the sky was as blue as a clear sky, as if a huge sapphire was embedded in the sky. It was indeed a very rare and pleasant weather after the beginning of autumn.

On such a beautiful day, a piece of eye-catching news spread throughout the capital: the Tibetan chieftain was about to enter the city! This news was like a whirlwind, instantly arousing people's strong interest and anticipation.

Yongji was afraid that the large group of chieftains might accidentally harm innocent people during the march, so after careful consideration, he decisively ordered the elite imperial guards to be stationed on both sides of the road from the city gate to the palace to ensure order and safety along the way.

And what about the citizens of the capital? Upon hearing the news, they were like a flame of passion ignited. They excitedly flocked to both sides of the road, surrounding the area in a dense crowd. Everyone was filled with curiosity and anticipation, eager to catch a glimpse of this mysterious team from afar and join in the excitement.

Not long after, accompanied by bursts of cheerful and exciting music, a huge team with music and drums finally appeared at the city gate.

At the front of the team was a magnificent guard of honor. They were dressed in colorful and unique costumes. Compared with the traditional dress style of the Qing Dynasty, the difference was obvious at a glance.

These clothes are not only unique in style, but also embroidered with exquisite designs and patterns, shining with dazzling light.

Following closely behind was a powerful drum band, showcasing a variety of instruments with unique shapes and timbres, many of which were novelties never before seen by the people of the capital. Each instrument, expertly manipulated, produced sounds ranging from melodious and graceful to powerful and majestic, weaving together into a captivating symphony.

However, the most unique and eye-catching performance is the Tibetan Ghost Mask Dance. All the dancers, both men and women, wear masks of various shapes and lifelike appearances.

Some of these masks are hideous, some are humorous, and some are solemn. As the rhythmic and powerful Tibetan music plays, the dancers move swiftly and gracefully, their movements combining strength and flexibility, sometimes as fierce as a storm, sometimes as smooth as flowing water, all in perfect harmony.

In this way, the entire dance team slowly moved towards the palace gate, like a colorful dragon winding forward.

In the center of the team, Balben and Saiya were sitting in two beautifully decorated and extremely luxurious sedan chairs. Both sedan chairs were lifted steadily by sixteen tall and strong Tibetan men.

These big men moved in unison, as if they had been well-trained through countless trials and tribulations, and each step they took was of the same distance and rhythm.

Balben and Seya, who were sitting in the sedan chair, had smiles as warm as the spring breeze on their faces. They kept waving their hands to the people on both sides of the road, greeting everyone enthusiastically, and interacting with everyone in a cordial manner.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely lively and jubilant. The cheers and applause from the people were deafening and resounded to the sky.

Ziwei stood gracefully beside Yongji, followed closely by numerous officials from the Ministry of Rites. Ziwei asked softly, concerned, "Yongji, are you nervous?"

Yongji pursed his lips tightly, clenching his fists tightly beneath his sleeves, as if concentrating all his strength there. At this moment, he suddenly heard the imperial sister ask this question. He was startled for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

Today's matter was of vital importance; no mistakes could be made. Otherwise, he would lose not only his own reputation but also the reputation of the entire Qing Dynasty. The Emperor would surely be greatly disappointed in him. Thinking of this, Yongji took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil and compose himself.

He was so nervous that he couldn't speak, but he still held on. The little guy is really cute.

"Don't be afraid. Our Qing Dynasty is much more powerful than Tibet! They must have come here to ask us for something, so there is no need to feel any psychological burden." Ziwei confidently comforted her slightly nervous brother.

"Imperial Sister, are these things you said true?" the little fellow asked, blinking his eyes, his face filled with suspicion. After all, no one had ever told him anything like this before. On the contrary, everyone around him had repeatedly warned him that there must be no mistakes and that he must be extremely cautious.

Hearing Ziwei's confident words at this moment, although he was still a little skeptical in his heart, he couldn't help but turn his gaze to Ziwei, expecting to get more confirmation and encouragement from her.

Ziwei smiled and nodded at him. Her gentle and firm expression seemed to have a magical power that instantly relaxed the little guy's tense nerves, and his heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled back into his stomach.

Seeing her brother breathe a sigh of relief, Ziwei nodded with satisfaction, then turned her gaze to the approaching Tibetan team.

At this time, Balebun, who was walking at the front of the team, also noticed the situation here. He first looked curiously at the young boy standing in front of the officials, and then shifted his gaze to the girl next to the boy.

However, the moment he locked eyes with the girl, Balerben felt as if struck by a sharp bolt of lightning. His entire body was shaken. The chill in those beautiful yet icy eyes made him shudder, and he subconsciously averted his gaze.

Baleben wondered, who is this girl? Just a glance from her could strike fear into his heart. Such a powerful aura was truly rare! And that little boy beside her, standing before so many officials, must be someone of considerable stature. He'd heard the Qing Emperor had two princes of his age, but he wondered which one this was...

Sai Ya was dressed in red, with a bright smile on her face, and she looked enthusiastic and heroic. However, when she looked at the woman in front of her in light-colored palace clothes, she suddenly felt that her clothes were too bright.