Dressing as Ziwei makes the Qing Dynasty more powerful

The voice was as if it came from the Netherworld, icy and chilling, making one's hair stand on end. It seemed to carry the chill of a thousand-year-old ice, striking without warning, causing Fu Lun, Madam Fu, and Fu Jin to shudder violently and shiver involuntarily at the same time.

When Mrs. Fu saw this, she was shocked and quickly handed the tuna she was holding carefully in her hand to the maid next to her.

Then, with a flattering smile on her face, like a blooming chrysanthemum, she tried her best to explain to Fu Erkang: "Erkang, you really worry too much! We all came to the palace together today just to give a farewell party to the chieftain who is about to leave the capital and return to Tibet. Besides, there is another great event. You and Ertai have both received the emperor's grace and been conferred the title of Beizi! This is the highest honor!"

Hearing these words, the chilling atmosphere that had enveloped Fu Erkang seemed to dissipate slightly. His eyes widened, a glint of intense curiosity gleaming in them, and he eagerly inquired, "Oh? So that's how it is. Then I wonder which banner the Emperor has chosen for our Fu family this time?"

The smile on Mrs. Fu's face suddenly froze and became very stiff. She turned her head away very unnaturally, no longer daring to look directly at Falcon, while the tears in her eyes rushed out like a flood.

Fu Lun sighed deeply, then slowly turned and walked back into the house. His once straight spine was inexplicably bent, as if he had suddenly aged a dozen years.

Falcon stared at the crowd's strange reactions with suspicion, a sudden sense of foreboding welling up in his heart. Anxiously and anxiously, he turned to look at Forte, whose face was equally gloomy, and shouted, "What exactly happened? We two brothers have both been conferred the title of Beizi, so we should be happy! Why do you all look so strange?"

Perhaps it was the atmosphere at the moment that was too heavy and oppressive, or perhaps his inner emotions had already reached their limit. Forte clenched his fist and pounded it hard against the thick tree trunk. Instantly, his fingers were cut and bleeding, and drop after drop of blood fell to the ground, splashing tiny bloodstains.

"So what if we are conferred the title of Beizi? We have been exiled to faraway Tibet and will become the Saiyan Princess's male favorites! I'm afraid we will never be able to return to the capital in this lifetime! Are you satisfied with such an ending?" Forte roared angrily.

Mrs. Fu was heartbroken, tears streaming down her face like a flood. She could no longer contain her sorrow and despair, so she covered her mouth with her hands and ran away.

Upon hearing this, Falcon felt a buzzing in his head, and he stumbled, nearly falling to the ground. His eyes widened, and he trembled in disbelief, "You...what did you just say? Why are we going to Tibet? Shouldn't Saiya be the one marrying in the capital? And why do you say both of us have to go to Tibet?"

"Everyone knew that the person chosen by the Tibetan princess, Sai Ya, would be taken back to the distant plateau. However, our family was the only one who was kept in the dark and unaware of this. Everyone tacitly chose to conceal this news, as if it were a secret that could not be revealed."

"Hahaha!" Forte let out a desperate laugh, the sound echoing in the air, seeming particularly desolate. He stared at Falcon in dismay, muttering to himself, "Why? Why..." His eyes were empty and without any focus, as if his soul had left his body.

Falcon's face turned extremely ferocious. He grabbed Forte's shoulders tightly with both hands, shook him desperately, and roared, "I am no longer a complete man. Why do you want me to go to that distant place to suffer? No, absolutely not! I can't go to Tibet. I heard that the climate there is extremely harsh. How can I endure such torture? No, I must go to Empress Lingfei immediately and ask her to speak a few good words for me in front of the emperor. You can't let me go to that kind of hellish place!"

When someone mentioned Concubine Ling, Forte was like a lit firecracker, suddenly breaking free from the other person's hand that was tightly gripping his arm. A mocking and cold smile appeared on his face, and that laughter seemed to penetrate anyone's soul.

"Hmph! Are you crazy too?" Forte stared at the man in front of him with wide eyes, mocking him mercilessly. "Empress Ling Fei has been out of power in the palace for many days! Given the current situation, she might die as soon as the Tibetan chieftain leaves! The Wei family has already been confiscated. You actually still want to rely on her to save us from this dire situation? It's a foolish dream! I think your brain is truly broken!"

Hearing these words, Falcon felt as if struck by lightning. He instantly lost all strength, his legs giving way as he fell heavily onto the cold ground. He slowly lowered his head, burying it between his legs, his hands drooping limply at his sides, as if the world had completely collapsed.

At this moment, the entire Fu family was enveloped in a deep sense of sadness and despair. The servants in the mansion were silent, not daring to breathe, for fear that even the slightest sound would upset their masters.

They walked in the courtyard trembling with fear and caution, wishing they could immediately find a dark corner to hide in so that their master could not see them at all.

The next morning, just as the sky was getting light, the Tibetan team was already ready to go. Ziwei held Yongji's hand and slowly followed the team forward, escorting them all the way outside the capital.

Saiya kept looking back, her eyes filled with longing and reluctance. Finally, she couldn't help but run back and hugged Ziwei tightly, tears pouring out like a broken dam. Ziwei gently patted Saiya's back and comforted her, "Okay, don't cry, or you'll turn into a little cat!"

However, Sai Ya seemed not to hear and still held Zi Wei tightly, refusing to let go. He even secretly wiped his snot on Zi Wei's clothes. Zi Wei saw this and said angrily, "Hey, don't wipe your nose on my clothes. The material is very expensive!" Although she said this, there was no blame in her tone.