Dressing as Ziwei makes the Qing Dynasty more powerful

However, Ziwei's rationality brought her back to her senses. Using all her strength, she pushed Fukang'an away, spat softly, and said coquettishly, "How dare you! How dare you touch me like this? Do you think I'm a frivolous woman?"

Fukang'an obviously did not expect her to have such a strong reaction and was stunned.

But he quickly came to his senses and apologized to her with a guilty look on his face: "Chen'er, all my mistakes are my fault. I was impulsive and didn't consider your reputation and feelings. If I could have brought you home earlier and made you my wife, perhaps something like this wouldn't have happened today. But don't worry, from now on, I will never act so rashly again."

Ziwei's eyes widened, having completely unexpectedly felt such deep remorse. For a moment, she was at a loss, unsure how to respond. After all, that wasn't her intention! But if she told him directly that she didn't mean that, wouldn't that make the situation even more awkward? After much thought, Ziwei decided to let the matter go for now.

Anyway, the rules in the capital are numerous and strict, which greatly restricts people. If he can keep a certain distance from me, it may not be a bad thing.

After all, every time Ziwei saw his extremely handsome face, which seemed to be so handsome that it could break through the sky, her heart couldn't help but beat fast. She was really worried that one day she would not be able to control her impulse and throw him to the ground!

After Fukang'an left, Ziwei began to look carefully at the slightly simple tent.

Although there were quite a few items inside, they were all arranged neatly and orderly, and there was no sign that this was a place where a single, rough man lived.

That simple bed was actually made of several wooden boards pieced together, and the bedding on it looked very thin.

It was a severe winter, the weather so cold that it made people shiver. Did these soldiers sleep with such thin blankets every night? Thinking of this, Ziwei couldn't help but frown.

While the current treasury wasn't exactly affluent, it was far from impoverished, having been squandered by Emperor Qianlong. Logically, the court shouldn't have been unable to pay the soldiers, forcing them to live in such difficult conditions. What exactly caused this situation?

Ziwei was full of doubts. After thinking about it, she finally decided to wait until dawn to find Fukang'an to ask him clearly and find out the reason.

Unable to muster the energy to continue practicing, Ziwei simply stopped what she was doing and began sorting through the items within her space. The items she had looted from the Sakura Kingdom were truly dazzling and varied. However, upon closer inspection, the variety was still far less than what she had seen in the Qing Dynasty.

Ziwei neatly placed all the gold and silver jewelry together, and all the weapons were taken out and piled up in the tent. However, there were so many of them that a considerable amount had to be placed outside the tent.

Ziwei had no interest in these cold weapons. Rather than keeping them and taking up space, she decided to hand them over to Fu Kang'an. The Sakura Kingdom was currently in a state of extreme shortage of weapons. If they wanted to start a war, they would have to expend a great deal of manpower and resources on forging new weapons.

After these weapons were taken out one by one, a large space was instantly freed up in the room.

In addition, among the treasures they looted this time, there were also numerous exquisite porcelain and lacquerware, as well as priceless calligraphy and paintings. Moreover, the piles of high-quality tea were also not to be underestimated.

According to Fu Kang'an, such items were highly sought after and fetched high prices throughout the Qing Dynasty. If all the loot could be sold, it would surely add a considerable amount of revenue to the imperial treasury.

After finishing these trivial matters, the night was already deep, but the dawn was not far away. Ziwei simply fell headfirst onto the bed, gently closed her eyes, and began to rest.

The thin quilt seemed to carry Fu Kang'an's unique cold aura, which seeped into Ziwei's nostrils. This scent was both strange and familiar, and it was inexplicably comforting to smell it.

Ziwei had never experienced anything like this since she was little—lying in a man's bed, and this man happened to be the one she loved. When she thought of this, her heart pounded like a deer, as if it would burst through her chest at any moment.

She hurriedly put her hands over her chest, trying to calm her rapid heartbeat, and secretly cried out in her heart: "Oh, this is really going to kill me!"

In another tent, Fukangan was also tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. The snoring sounds around him were incessant, like waves hitting him, making him upset and unable to sleep at all.

Thinking back on everything that happened tonight, Fukang'an felt extremely complicated.

On the one hand, he felt a sweet joy at being so close to the girl he had admired for a long time; on the other hand, when he received Ziwei's affirmation, his impulsive behavior seemed too reckless and frivolous, and not at all like the behavior of a gentleman.

The world's expectations for women have always been extremely strict. Even Ziwei, a noble princess, could not withstand the gossip of the public. If this matter were accidentally leaked, who knows how much harm those rumors would bring to her.

Thinking of this, Fukangan couldn't help but pound the bed fiercely, cursing inwardly: "Damn it, it's all my fault for acting impulsively. If I had implicated her..."

In this way, time passed slowly in the shyness, regret and endless thoughts of the two, and every minute and every second seemed particularly long.

"General, why are you resting here?" The deputy general slowly woke up, and in a daze, he felt that there seemed to be something strange beside him. He rubbed his still sleepy and bleary eyes, and took a closer look. Suddenly, he was shocked and all sleepiness disappeared——

In the empty space beside him, there was actually a person lying there! And this person was none other than the young general Fu Kang'an, who always had a stern expression on his face.

Fukang'an stared at the top of the tent, as if he was lost in deep thought, and did not respond to the deputy general's exclamation.