Dressing as Ziwei makes the Qing Dynasty more powerful

After writing the last word, Qianlong put down his red brush, stood up and stretched, then picked up the teacup and took a sip. The rich aroma of tea relieved his depressed heart a lot.

There were so many memorials today that his hands were sore from writing them. No wonder the Emperor loved scolding people and disliked flatterers. He wanted to see what was written in these memorials. He didn't want to read them, but he was afraid of missing out on the ones that actually had something to say.

"Li Yu, what time is it?"

"Your Majesty, it's already evening hour. Would you like to order the meal?"

Qianlong shook his head helplessly and slowly walked out of the palace. He asked, "Let's go to the Yanxi Palace to visit Concubine Ling. Is there anything important happening in the palace today?"

Li Yu followed closely behind and quickly responded, "Your Majesty, a strange thing did happen today. The Empress beat Miss Ziwei, Huanzhu's companion, unconscious, and Huanzhu then took her back to Shufangzhai. However, what's puzzling is that after Miss Ziwei regained consciousness, she cut off all contact with Huanzhu and led Madam Rong straight back to Kunning Palace. Shortly thereafter, bursts of crying and laughing were heard coming from Kunning Palace, and the Empress forbade anyone to enter."

Upon hearing this, Qianlong couldn't help but frown. Why is it the Queen again!

He was truly troubled by the Empress's rigidity and inflexibility, and he didn't want to face it. If it weren't for the Empress's full support, Nala wouldn't have been able to take the throne.

Ever since she ascended the throne, her personality has changed drastically, becoming increasingly unpredictable. All she does all day is mutter about the so-called rules, and every time she opens her mouth she spouts harsh and unpleasant advice, as if she is the only one in the entire palace who is well versed in etiquette. She is not at all as gentle, graceful, and considerate as Concubine Ling.

"Why did she hit Ziwei? Why did Ziwei break up with Xiaoyanzi?" Xiaoyanzi actually did not come to the imperial study to cry.

Li Yu shook his head, then hurriedly spoke up again, realizing the Emperor couldn't see. "I don't know. There wasn't any noise in Kunning Palace, but some palace servants heard the Empress scream a few times. As for why Miss Ziwei severed her relationship with Princess Huanzhu, I don't know. Only Aunt Rong was guarding Miss Ziwei's bedside at the time. Could she have said something to her?"

The mountains are far away, the waters are far away, the mountains and rivers are far away, the road is long. I waited for last night, and now I wait for today, but my soul has faded away. Dreams are vague, people are vague, and if the sky had feelings, it would also grow old. The song is not a song, the tune is not a tune, the wind and rain are howling, how much worry, how much worry...

Qianlong stopped and thought of that night in Shufangzhai, when Ziwei sat in front of the guzheng and played this tear-jerking song. The melancholy in her eyes seemed familiar and shocking to him.

She used to be Xiaoyanzi's maid, but now she has gone to Kunning Palace. Thinking of certain possibilities, Qianlong curled the corners of his lips.

"Let's go to Kunning Palace."

Ziwei closed her eyes, crossed her legs, and sat firmly on the soft cushion in the small Buddhist hall. She took a deep breath, concentrated her energy, and slowly released her powerful spiritual power. This invisible force, like a thin veil, gently enveloped the entire Kunning Palace.

At this moment, every subtle movement and every whisper of the people in the palace was presented to Ziwei like a clear picture. This wonderful perception ability made her feel extremely novel, as if she had a pair of eyes that could see through people's hearts.

Just as Ziwei was absorbed in this unique experience, a figure suddenly appeared in the distance. Glancing closely, she saw it was Emperor Qianlong, dressed in bright yellow formal attire. His face was sullen and furious, as he hurried towards the Kunning Palace. Seeing this, Ziwei couldn't help but grin. She couldn't imagine the surprise and shock Emperor Qianlong would feel upon entering the palace and seeing the now-renovated empress.

Recalling her recent return from Shufangzhai and witnessing the empress's youthful, youthful face beneath her veil, Ziwei couldn't help but feel an indescribable emotion. After the careful baptism of wood spirit energy, the empress's complexion and temperament had undergone a profound transformation. She was radiating youthful vitality from the inside out, as if reborn. Thus, the empress and empress, once so disparate in age, now stood together like a true "old husband, young wife" couple.

Thinking of the wonderful show that was about to be staged, Ziwei was immediately excited. How could she still think about continuing to practice? She was concentrating on watching the Queen and Qianlong's every move, fully expecting the surprises that this unique meeting would bring.

Entering Kunning Palace, Qianlong stopped the palace servants from reporting and kicked the closed door to enter the hall, "Empress! Come out!"

When he saw the woman sitting in front of him, he was stunned. "Who are you? Where is the queen?"

The Queen curled her lips, stood up and saluted calmly, her voice as clear and penetrating as an oriole, "Your Majesty, I greet you. May your Majesty be blessed with good health."

"Concubine?" She was a concubine in the harem. The voice was unfamiliar, and she was wearing a veil. Could it be that the Queen had sent for her? She was so bold as to call herself a concubine before she even received a title.

"Get up, where is the queen? Let her out quickly!" Qianlong looked at the person in front of him with sharp eyes. She was wearing a green cheongsam, with a graceful figure, as delicate and lovely as a flower blooming in spring; the hair accessories on her head were simple yet elegant, but the most eye-catching thing was her pair of sparkling and charming eyes, and a sense of déjà vu came to his mind.

Upon hearing the voice, the Empress slowly rose to her feet, graceful and elegant, and softly replied, "Your Majesty, I am the Empress." With that, she gently drew aside her veil. Instantly, her peerless beauty was revealed, captivating everyone. Her skin was whiter than snow, creamy and radiant, its texture flawless, even the slightest pore was indistinguishable. Such a stunning beauty truly lived up to the title of Empress!

Back then, even before she entered the palace, Nara's beauty was renowned throughout the capital and beyond. After entering the palace, she was even more favored and enjoyed immense glory. Qianlong was all too familiar with this face; the person before him was clearly Nara at the tender age of eighteen, even more radiant, charming, and exquisite than before.

The empress, who had radiated the charm of middle age that morning, had transformed herself into a youthful figure by evening, seemingly reborn. This drastic change astonished Qianlong, his mouth dropping open unconsciously, completely forgetting the original purpose of his visit.

He stared with wide eyes at the queen in front of him who looked like a fairy, his heart filled with disbelief and shock.