Dressing as Ziwei makes the Qing Dynasty more powerful

At that moment, Ziwei approached with heavy steps. Each step felt like being dragged by lead, making her feel difficult to move forward. Seeing the dignified Third Prince fall into such a miserable state, Ziwei couldn't help but feel an indescribable sadness and pity.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm the surging emotions in her heart, and then shouted loudly: "Third brother, third sister-in-law, Ziwei is here to visit you." The voice was clear and loud, echoing in the silent courtyard.

Inside the room, the Third Lady was sitting by the bed, silently weeping, her tears rolling down like beads from a broken string. However, when she heard a commotion outside, she was startled and subconsciously raised her head to look out the door.

A stunningly beautiful and elegant woman stood quietly at the door, as charming and beautiful as a blooming flower. The Third Lady was momentarily taken aback, then a smile of surprise blossomed across her tear-stained face. She quickly reached out, grabbed a handkerchief, and gently wiped the tears from her cheek, fearing that anyone would see her in such a state of disarray.

After finishing her preparations, the Third Lady quickly walked towards the door, her eyes fixed on the stunning woman. Just as the two were about to approach, the Third Lady suddenly paused, as if remembering something, and was about to kneel in greeting. However, before she could fully bend, the woman quickly reached out and stopped her.

"Third sister-in-law, there's no need to be so polite. Ziwei should have come to visit you long ago," the woman said softly, her words filled with concern. As she spoke, she gently waved her right hand, and a delicate wooden box suddenly appeared in her palm.

Seeing this, Sanfujin's eyes widened in surprise. The woman smiled slightly, handed the wooden box to Sanfujin, and said softly, "This is a gift Ziwei prepared for you, sister-in-law. I hope you like it. Please don't reject it." After that, she carefully placed the box in Sanfujin's hands.

Then, without waiting for Sanfujin to react, the woman walked straight past her and into the house. As she walked, she shouted loudly: "Third brother, Ziwei came here to ask for something important, you are not allowed to run away!"

Seeing this, Sanfujin quickly came to her senses and hurriedly chased after him. Once in the bedroom, she rushed to the bed and reached out to gently lift Yongzhang up from the bed. Yongzhang was pale as paper and looked very weak. Sanfujin looked at him with distress, her eyes moistening again.

She turned around and said to Ziwei behind her with a bitter face: "Princess sister, my master...ah..." Before she finished speaking, tears rolled down her cheeks like a broken dam.

Yong Zhang's face was as white as paper, and he started coughing violently again just as he was about to speak.

Ziwei quickly ran to the bedside and grabbed his arm, "Third brother, don't think about anything, I can definitely cure you!" She released a river of spiritual energy as thick as her little finger, which flowed along his wrist into his body.

Before long, his pale face quickly turned rosy, as if by magic, and even the few white hairs on his head turned black. The Third Lady cried out in surprise, then quickly covered her mouth, tears falling like beads from a broken string, her expression becoming increasingly excited.

In just a cup of tea, Yong Zhang recovered to the energetic state he had when they first met.

Ziwei withdrew her hand and looked at Sanfujin, "Third sister-in-law, it's your turn!"

Another cup of tea passed, and Ziwei looked at the handsome man and beautiful woman in front of her with satisfaction, "Not bad, not bad, Third Brother and Third Sister-in-law are so beautiful, I hope they can give birth to a little niece soon!"

The couple immediately started arguing and blushed.

Ziwei chuckled, this couple is really interesting.

"Third brother, I need help with what I need to do. The Emperor has agreed that you can help me. Now I have to go to the other brothers' homes, so I'll leave first."

Ziwei’s words kept lingering in Yongzhang’s mind. In his head, only that sentence kept repeating: The Emperor has agreed, the Emperor has agreed, the Emperor has agreed…

Seeing him like this, Sanfujin had no choice but to send Ziwei away. When she came back and saw that he was still in disbelief, she did not disturb him. She took out the wooden box that Ziwei had given her and opened it. Inside was a thick stack of silver notes, some of which were worth 100 taels and some were worth 1,000 taels.

"Master..." Sanfujin covered her mouth and burst into tears. Ever since her master fell from power, the family had no income. Her parents would occasionally send some money to supplement their income, but her family was not well-off to begin with, so the support they could provide was limited. Furthermore, with her master constantly on the verge of illness, the family was truly struggling to make ends meet.

"Master, this is too much silver. Do you want to return it to the princess?" She was afraid of getting burned holding so many banknotes.

Yong Zhang looked at the banknotes with a heavy gaze and couldn't help laughing at himself. He had a mother, but ever since he lost the favor of the Emperor, she no longer looked at him.

It has only been a short time since this sister entered the palace to recognize her relatives, and not only has she become a Princess Gulun, she has also been granted the late emperor's residence as a princess's mansion. Now she can easily come up with so many banknotes.

It's ridiculous that he, a prince, is not as good as her, a girl.

Because of the emperor's words, he gave up on himself for so many years and almost lost his life. It was really stupid.

"Wan'er, please accept it. This is Ziwei's gift. I will do good things for her in the future." I will never let you live the hard life you had before!

After leaving the Third Prince’s Mansion, Ziwei went to the Fourth Prince’s Mansion.

. . . . . .

When she left the Eighth Prince's residence, it was already dark. Among the now-adult princes, the Third Prince, the Fourth Prince, the Sixth Prince, and the Eighth Prince had all decided to start a career with her. None of them were favored, and the Fourth Prince and the Sixth Prince would be adopted out in the future.

Ziwei didn't know if this could change their fate, but at least it had prevented Yongzhang's early death. With their concerted efforts, some things could definitely be avoided.

When they arrived at the Ministry of Works, there were only patrolling guards guarding it. Ziwei went to the room where muskets were made, lit a candle, and started to forge them.

Now that she has established her foundation, she can send a batch of hot weapons to Fukang'an and take this opportunity to completely eliminate that disgusting nation.