Dressing as Ziwei makes the Qing Dynasty more powerful

At this moment, several heavy landings were heard outside the carriage, followed by Fu Kang'an's cold voice, "You scoundrels, you actually want to launch a sneak attack."

Ziwei dragged Simon out of the carriage and stood with her hands behind her back, "Who sent you? What did you do to capture us?"

The leader didn't answer her question, but glared at Simon angrily. "Viscount Williams, I didn't expect you to betray us. If you hadn't leaked the information, we would have captured them and reported to the Duke long ago."

He looked at Ziwei again and sneered, "Poor Orientals, do you think you can escape unharmed by capturing us? The Duke will definitely capture you and turn your Qing Dynasty into our colony."

The word "colony" immediately reminded Ziwei of Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan, which had not been recovered until she traveled through time.

And that song can still ring clearly in her ears:

Do you know that Macau is not my real last name? I've been away from you for too long, mother. But they took my body, and you still hold my soul within... My biological mother, whom I've dreamed of for three hundred years, please call me by my childhood nickname, Macau. Mother, oh mother, I want to come back...

Her cold eyes swept over several people as if she were looking at dead people.

With a slight movement of his fingers, several people were forced to stand up, and then a vine tied them together tightly in their terror.

Since you guys are so ungrateful, she doesn't mind making a scene here.

"Fukangan, you protect my father and the others. I will take these people for a walk." Ziwei said to Fukangan, then dragged those people and disappeared on the spot.

Simon looked at the empty place stupidly. "She...they...how did she suddenly disappear? Oh my God...what did I see..."

Fu Kang'an could guess what he was thinking by looking at his silly look, but Ziwei was not there and they did not speak the same language, so he did not talk to him.

He gave him a cold look and turned back to his room. He also set up a layer of shielding on other people's doors and windows. As long as someone touched it, Fukang'an would know immediately.

Ziwei appeared in a luxurious room with a few people, startling the blond man in the room. "Who is it?"

"Your aunt, you yellow-haired bastard, actually dared to send someone to attack us. Do you really think we have come from such a long distance and have no support?"

Karl stared at the black-haired, yellow-skinned Oriental girl standing in front of him with a look full of contempt and disdain. She was tall and graceful, with a pretty face, and her appearance was indeed rare.

"Huh, are you the woman that idiot Simon mentioned, the one who came all the way from the long-decayed Qing Empire? It's unbelievable that a person like you from a foreign country can actually speak our language fluently!" Carl raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile.

Then, as if to show off, he raised his hand playfully, pointing around, and said loudly: "Open your eyes and take a good look! Look at my house, how luxurious and exquisitely decorated it is! As long as you are willing to stay by my side and run the porcelain business with me, then from now on, you can enjoy this endless wealth and glory to your heart's content. You no longer have to work so hard to come here from the distant East to seek a way to survive like you do now!"

As he spoke, Karl took slow and steady steps, approaching the oriental girl. As the distance got closer, he could even smell the faint fragrance emanating from her.

"My dear, let me introduce myself. My name is Carl, and I am the highly respected Duke in this land! Noble identity, prominent status, countless wealth, and handsome looks, I have it all. So, if you choose to follow me, you will definitely not suffer any loss or be cheated!" After saying this, the smile on Carl's face became more and more wanton and arrogant.

He burst into a triumphant laugh, a laugh that seemed to burst through the heavens, and it lasted for an eternity. However, when he finally stopped laughing, he was surprised to find that the girl's face across from him remained completely unchanged, as calm as a pool of still water. Her beautiful eyes stared at him silently, the light in them as calm as water, without even the slightest ripple.

"Aren't you envious at all? Don't you really want to have all of this?" The man widened his eyes and looked at the calm girl in front of him in disbelief, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

Ziwei's lips curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful sneer. "Just a duke, what's that to you? To tell you the truth, my status is far more noble than yours! As for money... humph, even if I sold you whole, I'm afraid it wouldn't even be enough to match my wealth!"

After saying this, she slowly extended a slender, white hand, waved it gently, and then clasped it tightly. Suddenly, Carl felt as if his neck was being tightly gripped by an invisible pair of hands. Breathing became extremely difficult. Then, his entire body began to slowly float upward, gradually leaving the solid ground.

Carl was terrified and struggled desperately, trying to tear the "mysterious hand" that was strangling his neck away. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch the power. He waved his hands wildly in the air, his face flushed from lack of oxygen, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair.

"Tell me quickly! Why did you attack us? You actually wanted to turn our country into your colony. Who gave you such courage?" Ziwei opened her eyes wide and scolded in a stern voice.

Carl was terrified, flailing about like a drowning man grasping at a straw. However, his sheer terror made it difficult for him to breathe, so how could he even muster the energy to answer?

Ziwei snorted coldly and pulled her hand back. Without support, Karl fell straight down like a cannonball, finally hitting the hard ground heavily.

The fall was so severe that Carl, who was already in shock, felt as if all the bones in his body were falling apart and was in unbearable pain.

At that moment, Carl felt the threat of death. Legend has it that gods exist in the mysterious Eastern kingdom. Could it be that the woman before him was a deity descended to earth? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice, "Are you...are you a deity?"

Hearing this, Ziwei looked at Karl innocently, blinking her beautiful big eyes and asked, "What nonsense are you talking about? I want to ask you, what happened just now? Are you suddenly possessed by evil spirits?"