Dressing as Ziwei makes the Qing Dynasty more powerful

"Erkang, why are you here?" Bai Yinshuang asked softly, quickly closing the window and slowly standing up. But just as she straightened up, something unexpected happened—in her haste, her foot accidentally stepped on the hem of her skirt, instantly losing her balance and falling forward like a delicate flower blown by the wind.

Suddenly, Falcon, who had been closely watching her every move, rushed forward and firmly supported Bai Yinshuang, who was about to fall to the ground. He then took the opportunity to hug her tightly in his arms. Feeling the warmth and strength of Falcon's embrace, Bai Yinshuang couldn't help but blush.

"Yinshuang, how could you be so careless!" Falcon said with a hint of reproach, but his tone was full of concern. "Why did you leave my house without telling me? You know, if I hadn't accidentally heard about you today, I really don't know where to find you. In order to find you these days, I have almost run to every corner of the capital. I have suffered so much. Don't you feel sorry for me?"

Bai Yinshuang shed tears of grievance, her fair neck surprisingly slender and delicate. "I heard from your servants that you were busy accompanying some Tibetan princess. I guess only a princess of her status would be worthy of you. I'm just an orphan, and I have some self-awareness, so I chose to leave without saying goodbye."

Fu Erkang looked at her tearful face and her rosy neck, his Adam's apple moving slightly. "You really wronged me. I was just following orders to accompany her around the capital. It was Ertai who wanted to marry her. Shuangshuang, the girl I like is you."

A blush immediately rose on her delicate little face. She buried her head deeply in his arms and hugged his waist tightly. "Erkang, I like you too."

The love between the man and the woman is like dry wood and a raging fire, which can be ignited at the slightest touch!

The next morning, Shuo Beile, who was still worried that his little daughter would not be used to it, walked into the yard. When he heard the noise inside, his eyes went dark and he almost fainted.

He kicked the door open, startling the people inside and causing them to scream in surprise.

Falcon quickly covered the two naked bodies with a quilt, and then looked at the person who came.

"Dad - why are you here?" Bai Yinshuang's face turned pale. She knew how much these wealthy families valued the so-called rules. Why did such a grown man suddenly run into his daughter's yard?

Shuo Beile's face darkened as he angrily scolded, "Don't call me dad. I don't have a daughter as shameless as you. Hao Zhen just left, and now here comes Master Fu. What do you think of my house? Since you like this, then go with Master Fu. I'll just pretend that I never gave birth to a daughter like you."

Upon hearing this, Bai Yinshuang almost fainted. She had managed to keep the secret from Erkang for a whole night, but she didn't expect that her father would reveal Haozhen's affairs.

Fu Erkang didn't notice this. What he was concerned about was that if Bai Yinshuang was not a princess of the Prince's Mansion, why would he still need her.

"My Lord, listen to me. Yinshuang and I are truly in love, and I, Fu Erkang, will definitely not let her down."

Prince Shuo looked at him deeply, "Really? In that case, let Yinshuang go back to the mansion with you. This daughter has never been raised by my side since she was a child. I was worried that she wouldn't be used to it, but I didn't expect you two to be so familiar with each other. In the future, you should take better care of her!"

Bai Yinshuang asked cautiously, "Dad, what about me?"

"You go stay at the Fu family for a few days first. After the Tibetan chieftain leaves, Dad will come to pick you up." After saying this, Shuo Beile turned around and walked out. His straight back was actually a little bent at this moment.

"Erkang, has my father agreed to our relationship? Are you willing to take me in for a few days?" Bai Yinshuang huddled in his arms excitedly, her little hands not forgetting to start fires everywhere.

Falcon chuckled and pressed her down again, "Little devil, of course I am willing."

Shuo Beile stopped at the gate of the courtyard, looked back at the room where the obscene music came from again, clenched his fists, and began to make new plans in his mind.

Ziwei did not go to the Ministry of Works, but went directly to the Third Prince's Mansion.

The prince's mansion was not very big, but it was still empty and deserted. In some places, weeds even grew very tall.

Oh my god, is this really the prince's residence? Even if he's not favored, he can't be so pitiful, right?

"Cough cough cough cough cough"

As soon as I stepped into the main courtyard, a violent and rapid coughing sound hit my ears like a heavy hammer. The cough seemed to shatter my heart and lungs, making me worry.

The Third Lady was frantically trying to help the thin, pale man, Yong Zhang, to his feet. Her face was filled with anxiety and concern, as she patted his back repeatedly, trying to ease his pain.

"Master, let's go and ask the princess for help! The princess has always been kind-hearted. As long as we ask her, she will definitely ask people from the Imperial Hospital to treat you. Maybe there is still hope for your illness!" The Third Lady's eyes were filled with tears, and she persuaded anxiously.

However, Yong Zhang slowly shook his head, his originally clear voice had become extremely hoarse at this moment: "My body is no longer able to take it, Wan'er... there is no need to trouble sister Ziwei with this matter. She is so kind-hearted, and as her brother, not only have I failed to give her any help, but now how can I let her anger the emperor because of me?" At this point, Yong Zhang could not help but cough violently again, and his body trembled like a candle in the wind.

"I'm sorry for making you suffer with me for so many years."

The Third Lady bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes. With a sobbing tone, she scolded, "It's already this hour, and you're still saying such things! What's the point of saying all this now? If you really care about me, you should think carefully about how to get yourself well as soon as possible! Can you bear to see me, at such a young age, spend the rest of my life alone and helpless?"

Yong Zhang gently stroked Sanfujin's slightly rough fingers, his eyes fixed on the crisscrossing scars of varying depths. These scars seemed to tell of the vicissitudes of life and the hardships of life, while the skin that was once as delicate and fair as white jade was long gone.

"Cough cough cough cough..." A violent cough came from Yong Zhang's mouth, and as he coughed, a trickle of bright red blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth. The bright red looked particularly glaring against his pale face. Seeing this, Sanfujin's face suddenly turned pale and was filled with horror.

"Master! Why are you bleeding? Has your condition worsened? No, I will go and plead with the princess right now, asking her to send the imperial physician to treat you!" After saying this, the Third Lady anxiously prepared to get up and go out.