Dressing as Ziwei makes the Qing Dynasty more powerful

After hearing this, Sai Ya burst into laughter. His smile was as beautiful as a pear blossom in full bloom in spring, and even the traces of tears left by his crying had a unique charm. Seeing Sai Ya so pitiful, Zi Wei couldn't help but feel a little sad.

She whispered to Sai Ya, "Sai Ya, the journey is long. Be careful and have a safe trip. If I have time in the future, I will definitely visit you in Tibet."

Now she is no longer afraid of the dreaded altitude sickness. She wants to see the mysterious and magnificent Potala Palace and the towering Mount Everest with her own eyes.

However, Saiya didn't know that Ziwei came to see her just for the sake of convenience. She just thought that it was a good friend's deep affection for her, and she was so moved that she almost burst into tears again.

Ziwei quickly reached out to push her away and urged, "Oh, it's getting late. You should set off quickly. Don't be so sentimental here. It's not like we will never see each other again." After that, Ziwei waved to Saiya, signaling her to leave without worry.

With the departure of the Tibetan chieftains, Emperor Qianlong decisively issued an edict, ordering the immediate execution of Concubine Ling. He also showed no mercy to the Fu family, dismissing Fu Lun from his official position. This series of events plunged the entire Fu family into an unprecedented predicament.

Mrs. Fu watched her two sons die one after another, heartbroken, her mental state instantly collapsed, and she became a little crazy and insane. At this time, facing such a tragic family situation, Fu Lun chose to take the mere 100 taels of gold and flee the capital, a place of trouble, alone.

From then on, Mrs. Fu was left alone, wandering the streets and alleys of the capital, sometimes mumbling to herself, sometimes laughing uncontrollably. Her once dignified and beautiful face was now haggard, and her mental state was deteriorating.

Finally, on a bitterly cold night, poor Mrs. Fu was frozen to death in a secluded and deep corner of a dead end alley.

When Ziwei heard the news, she was stunned for a moment, but regained her composure after a short moment. Then, expressionlessly, she ordered her servants to take care of Madam Fu's funeral and arrange for her burial.

As the saying goes, "When people leave, the tea gets cold." The reality of the world is often this cruel. Those who once surrounded you with flattery and currying favor have now scattered like birds and beasts; and those who can truly lend a hand and provide assistance in times of difficulty are few and far between.

Back then, Madam Fu had treated Xiaoyanzi and the Fifth Prince quite well. However, knowing that Madam Fu had been abandoned by her family due to mental illness and was living in poverty, they had never once offered her any assistance. This was truly terrifying and indifferent.

"We need to find a quiet, peaceful and suitable courtyard to house those who are homeless and unable to take care of themselves. We need to ensure that they have enough food and clothing, and that doctors are available to treat their injuries and illnesses. For those who are physically able to work, we will also try our best to provide them with suitable job opportunities."

However, Chu Zhou couldn't help but say with an embarrassed look, "The princess is kind-hearted, and this act of kindness will truly benefit the people of the world. But doing so will surely cost a fortune. Nowadays, many poor families struggle to even provide for themselves, and they regard the elderly and frail as burdens, even resorting to all sorts of means to take their lives..."

Seeing Chu Zhou growing increasingly agitated, Ziwei quickly reached out to signal him to stop, saying softly, "I'm well aware that this is fraught with difficulties, but no change can be achieved overnight. Let's first handle the immediate task at hand, and then slowly figure out how to resolve other issues. The most urgent task is to find suitable housing to house these poor people as soon as possible. As for the funding, don't worry; it can be paid directly from the account."

She mused to herself that the nation's laws needed further improvement, and that acts like abandoning the elderly and abusing the weak should be severely punished. At the same time, the public's concept of respecting the elderly and cherishing the young needed to be fostered urgently; such virtues needed to be instilled in children from a young age.

Ultimately, the most important thing is to improve the basic living conditions of the people—clothing, food, housing, and transportation—all of which are crucial. Ultimately, if everyone can live a prosperous life, how can anyone have the heart to engage in such unscrupulous and despicable behavior?

Thinking of this, Ziwei deeply felt the weight of responsibility on her shoulders, and that she had a long way to go!

After unremitting efforts, the Ministry of Industry finally succeeded in developing cement! However, it was the middle of winter, with biting cold and gloomy skies. A heavy snow was about to fall. This was obviously not a good time to start construction.

In desperation, everyone had to put the construction plan on hold and instead focus all their energy on manufacturing guns and conducting in-depth research on bicycles.

Fukang'an's men had successfully delivered a large amount of precious rubber, along with several saplings. Ziwei immediately planted these saplings in her space.

In this space, there was no need to worry about sufficient sunlight or water, as it was filled with rich spiritual energy, providing the trees with the best growth environment. Sure enough, after just a few days, the saplings flourished at an astonishing rate, and rubber tapping could be carried out every few days.

It had been more than half a month since the Tibetan chieftain left, and Emperor Qianlong ordered Hong Zhou to temporarily take over the handling of court affairs; at the same time, the empress also confidently handed over the affairs of the palace to the imperial concubine.

After everything was arranged, Qianlong, along with the empress, Ziwei and the young and adorable Yongji, boarded the flying sword and flew straight to the south like a flying bird.

The weather was getting colder, with a biting wind howling through the air. Faced with such harsh conditions, Ziwei decisively decided to lead everyone to the warm and pleasant Hainan Island. After all, Hainan, a region still relatively undeveloped and preserving its pristine and beautiful natural scenery, was undoubtedly the perfect place to escape the harsh cold.

"Sister Ziwei, it's amazing! We fly so high, but I can't feel any breeze at all." The well-behaved and cute Yongji sat steadily in the arms of Emperor Qianlong, his bright big eyes full of curiosity and excitement, staring at the birds that flashed by him.

There were no tall buildings in the Qing Dynasty at that time, so Ziwei's flying sword did not fly very high, only about twenty meters above the ground. They could see everything on the ground very clearly.