Dressing as Ziwei makes the Qing Dynasty more powerful

Her serious expression seemed to carry an invisible pressure, causing everyone present to involuntarily put away their relaxed smiles and become serious instead.

Everyone was originally immersed in the joy of being able to fly freely in the sky, but when they heard the dream of a strong country coming out of the mouth of the princess, a seemingly weak woman, they couldn't help but feel an indescribable shame in their hearts.

Even the usually majestic Qianlong quietly concealed the slightly raised smile on his lips, and his face became more solemn and dignified.

Ziwei had once asserted that cold weapons would gradually fade from the historical stage, while firearms would become the key factor in determining victory or defeat in war. Now, the guns and cannons she had crafted were incredibly powerful, far surpassing the outdated weapons left over from previous dynasties. Was this what she meant by improvement and progress?

Furthermore, she proposed replacing human labor with machines. However, as to what exactly these "machines" were, no one was quite sure. If, as she suggested, machines were to take on the heavy lifting, what would become of humans?

Fu Kang'an pondered to himself, "Ziwei's fantastical ideas don't seem like the work of a woman who has lived in seclusion for so long. What secrets are hidden in her mind? And how can she know what will happen in the future?"

Could it be that she, like himself, had accidentally had a fantastic dream about the future world? Apart from this, Fu Kang'an really couldn't think of any other reasonable explanation to explain why she had such advanced ideas that were ahead of her time, and even seemed to have a thorough understanding of the situation in the distant Western countries.

Ziwei didn't care about what those people thought at all, and she was not worried at all about the possible impact of their witnessing the Western Industrial Revolution.

At this moment, her only thought was to change the ideas of this group of conservative people as soon as possible and win their support for national change.

"Our flying speed is actually not that fast, so you can take this opportunity to take a closer look at this world. Look, the earth under our feet is round, and its surface is divided into five continents and four oceans! And our Qing Dynasty is located in the eastern part of Asia..." Ziwei introduced incessantly while controlling the flying sword.

To broaden the horizons of these uninformed individuals, Ziwei deliberately chose a flight route through a relatively prosperous region at the time. Along the way, they witnessed bustling metropolises, bustling with traffic, and also crossed the vast, desolate Gobi Desert.

After two days of trekking, they finally arrived in England. However, when the people on the flying swords looked down, they were stunned by the people in front of them who looked so different from themselves. For a moment, they were all silent, and some even felt timid and did not dare to land easily.

Anyone who is not of our race will be killed, and they will definitely be tied up and beaten to death.

Ziwei carefully looked around, and after confirming that no one was around, she quickly walked to a secluded place. With a flick of her sleeve, she pulled out many beautifully packaged bottles and jars like magic.

Not only that, Ziwei proudly pulled out a specially made flatbed truck. This truck was so ingeniously designed that one person could easily pull it, and the spacious interior could accommodate a large amount of items. Ziwei carefully placed the bottles and jars on the truck, sorted the other goods, and everything was ready.

"Okay, from now on, we are merchants who have come all the way from the Qing Dynasty!" Ziwei said excitedly, secretly feeling fortunate that there were no complicated procedures like visas at this time.

Qianlong approached curiously and examined the various goods on the cart. He saw a dazzling array of porcelain, some as white as jade, some with brilliant colors; and the bags of high-quality tea, with their fragrant aroma, were refreshing and delightful.

Afterwards, the group, dressed in their finery and with their heads held high, entered the streets of a foreign land. Their unique attire and demeanor immediately attracted the attention of many passersby. People stopped to watch, chatting and chatting, filled with curiosity and amazement at these guests from afar.

Soon, a tall man with a straight nose and glasses noticed Ziwei and others.

He walked towards Ziwei with a smile and elegant steps, bowing slightly like a gentleman. "Hello, beautiful lady, are you from the far east? My name is Simon, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

The man's gaze was fixed on Ziwei, a look of amazement in his eyes. The woman before him was like a fairy from heaven, so beautiful that it almost suffocated him. He had never seen such a stunning beauty before.

In stark contrast to the tall, broad-boned women in their country, the woman before him was like a delicate little flower, petite and delicate, so slender that it seemed as if a breeze could blow her down.

The skin was as white and flawless as mutton-fat jade, so delicate that it was hard to find even the slightest flaw. It made people imagine how smooth and delicate the skin hidden under the loose dress would be, as soft as satin.

However, he thought he had concealed the burning desire deep in his heart perfectly, but the eyes of this group of people were extremely sharp. Which of them was not a veteran with many wives and concubines at home and experienced in the affairs of the world? How could they not see through his little thoughts!

At this moment, Fu Kang'an quickly stepped forward, half-blocking Ziwei in front of him, posing as a brave and fearless flower protector. His face was stern, like an iceberg, but at this moment, he was filled with regret.

If he had known that he would be here today and interact with foreigners, he would have studied foreign languages ​​thoroughly and mastered them thoroughly. Unfortunately, now he could only understand a simple "Hello".

Ziwei simply smiled slightly, then responded in fluent, standard English, "Mr. Simon, to be honest, we are indeed from the distant Qing Empire. We have brought with us a large amount of exquisite porcelain and high-quality tea on this trip. Do you know where these items are in demand?"

Hearing the words "Porcelain Tea", Simon's eyes finally moved away from Ziwei's face.