Dressing as Ziwei makes the Qing Dynasty more powerful

With steady yet eager steps, Rong Mama led a group of palace maids and eunuchs to Yuhua Palace at lightning speed. Under her guidance, everyone bowed deeply and in unison to Ziwei, shouting in unison, "Greetings to Princess Zichen! Long live the Princess!" The sound echoed throughout the palace.

Ziwei raised her eyes slightly, waved her hand lazily, and said softly, "Get up!" Her life experience in Kunning Palace during this period made her accustomed to the appearance of these palace maids and eunuchs in front of her.

Rong Mama knew her nature well and could not help but smile slightly. She said slowly, "Your Highness, these people have been carefully selected by this old servant to serve you. Please arrange their duties as you see fit."

Then, Aunt Rong leaned close to Ziwei's ear and whispered in a low voice, "They are all from Kunning Palace. Princess, you can use them with confidence."

Ziwei nodded, indicating that she understood. The Empress and Madam Rong had managed Kunning Palace as solidly as a fortress of iron and steel. Apart from the spies planted by the Emperor and the Empress Dowager, the other palaces could barely contain a single person.

After Rong Mama left, Ziwei glanced at the dozen or so people standing before her. Among them were ten palace maids, five eunuchs, and including Jinsuo, there were a total of eleven palace maids.

She calmed herself down and slowly asked, "Tell me your names and tell me what you are good at."

"My servant Qiu Shuang is good at dressing up."

"This servant, Qiuxue, is skilled in medicine."

. . . . . .

The Queen really treated her like her own daughter, didn't she? These palace maids and eunuchs were skilled in all kinds of martial arts. With them around, she could just lie down and do whatever she wanted.

Ziwei felt as sweet as if she had drunk honey.

"As long as you remain loyal to me, I will naturally protect you. However, if anyone dares to betray me, I don't mind letting him experience my methods."

As she finished speaking, she raised her hand, and the large rock beside her slowly floated up under their stunned gaze. As her fingers slowly gathered together, the large rock cracked into countless cracks at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally shattered into powder bit by bit, and was blown away by a sudden gust of wind without a trace.

Everyone was so shocked by this scene that they were speechless, but soon a fanaticism appeared in their eyes. Their master was not an ordinary person.

Jinsuo stared at all this in a daze. When did her young lady become so powerful?

She looked up at the clear blue sky, without a single cloud in sight. She wasn't dreaming.

Ziwei was speechless looking at her silly look. Jinsuo was a girl who was simply loyal. She would do whatever the original owner asked her to do. It could be said that she had no ideas of her own at all.

"Each of you has your own strengths, which is great. From now on, all the affairs of Yuhua Palace will be handed over to you. Songyue will be in charge of all affairs, and Chuzhou will be the general manager of Yuhua Palace. The emperor has rewarded you with a lot of silver, and you will each receive a gold leaf later. You can arrange the rest of the matter, I'll go take a look."

There weren't many people in the Imperial Garden that morning. Ziwei wandered around for a moment before giving up. Without people, there would be no excitement to see. She found a large tree with lush branches and leaves, took a deep breath, and jumped up, directly onto the thickest trunk.

Although she doesn't have any magic now, jumping several meters high is not a problem. When she learns some tricks, she can be considered a master.

She sat down steadily against the tree trunk, sheltered by the leaves, with occasional rays of sunlight shining on her body. The temperature was just right, so she closed her eyes and began to practice, hoping to break through the barrier of the third level and enter the fourth level as soon as possible.

"Didn't the people in Yuhua Palace say that the princess was here? Why can't we find her?" Qianlong stared at Li Yu unhappily.

Li Yu groaned inwardly, "Is the princess an ordinary person? It's not normal for her to appreciate flowers and catch butterflies like a normal woman."

"The princess—"

His voice was interrupted by a cry of surprise, and the cry of a little swallow was heard not far away.

"Father Emperor, Father Emperor, I've memorized the Ancient Military March." Little Swallow ran over excitedly, "Father Emperor, can I recite it for you now?"

Qianlong was a little upset that he couldn't find Ziwei, and he was even more annoyed when he saw the expressions of Xiaoyanzi and the others. He said in a bad mood, "I keep my word. If you can't recite it fluently, you can't go out to play."

On the big tree, Ziwei's practice was interrupted. She looked at the tree with interest. Without the help of the original owner, Xiaoyanzi didn't know how she could memorize the poem.

Facts have proved that the power of plot is indeed very strong.

Xiaoyanzi broke off a branch to make a sword. Under the encouraging gaze of Yongqi and others, she practiced sword skills while reciting poems.

Climb the mountain to watch the beacon fire during the day, and water the horse by the Jiaohe River at dusk.

The pedestrians were fighting in the dark wind and sand, and the princess's pipa was full of sorrow.

There are no cities in the wild clouds for thousands of miles, and rain and snow fall across the desert.

The Hu geese fly every night with mournful cries, and the Hu children shed tears.

I heard that Yumen is still blocked, so I should risk my life to chase the light carriage.

War bones are buried in the wilderness year after year, and only the rambutans are seen entering the Han family.

"Father Emperor, how is it? Have I memorized it well enough?" Xiaoyanzi asked proudly, throwing away the branch. Yongqi and the other two gave her a thumbs up, which made Xiaoyanzi even more proud.

It was clearly a sad poem, but Xiaoyanzi recited it to a comedic effect. Qianlong asked angrily, "Xiaoyanzi, do you know what this poem means?"

"I know. This poem is about a man who is so full that he goes hiking to watch beacon fires during the day and rides horses by the river at night. He doesn't travel on a good day, but has to go out on a rainy or snowy day. And that princess, she plays the pipa so sadly, why doesn't she try a different instrument? And..."

Qianlong listened to her explanation with wide eyes, then raised his hand to interrupt her tiredly, "Alright, when you come back from your trip, study hard with Master Ji. Don't tell him you're my daughter when you go out. You can't afford to lose face."

When Xiaoyanzi heard that she had to study after playing, she said nonchalantly, "I am not your daughter in the first place. I am just your adopted daughter. Even if I can't recite the poem, it won't embarrass you."

Having heard this nonsense so many times, Qianlong rolled his eyes and said, "You all should go back and pack your bags. We will leave early tomorrow morning."

"Long live the Emperor." Xiaoyanzi jumped up excitedly, hugged Qianlong, and then ran away.

Yongqi and the other two saluted the emperor and then ran away.

Qianlong looked at their backs and frowned, "Li Yu, is Yongqi paying too much attention to Xiaoyanzi? When you come back from your trip, give me the list of the selected beauties. It's time to add someone to his family."

"Whoo!"

"Let's go and see if your queen has packed her luggage."

Only after everyone had left did Ziwei burst out laughing. Perhaps they didn't need to wait until he came back from the trip to arrange the marriage. It was quite lively along the way.