Dressing as Ziwei makes the Qing Dynasty more powerful

Qianlong's physical condition was relatively good, but as he aged, his meridians and blood vessels had become blocked, and the internal injuries left over from his earlier battles were numerous. Even with Ziwei's careful and gradual efforts to clear his meridians, the process was still painful.

After Ziwei explained the details to Qianlong, Qianlong said without hesitation, "Ziwei, you don't have to worry. I followed my father on numerous expeditions, fought countless battles, both large and small, and sustained countless injuries. This little pain is nothing to worry about."

Since Qianlong had said so, Ziwei felt relieved and began to slowly inject a trace of pure spiritual energy into his body, and led this spiritual energy to rush towards the first blockage.

At first, everything went smoothly, and Qianlong's complexion did not change significantly, and he remained calm. However, as time went on, his face gradually became as pale as paper, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, as if he was in great pain.

Seeing this, the queen was heartbroken and hurriedly took out a clean towel and handed it to Qianlong, indicating that he should bite it in his mouth to relieve the pain.

In reality, Ziwei was also suffering. Controlling that extremely subtle spiritual energy was no easy task, requiring intense concentration. Compared to her treatment of the Queen, this time was clearly much more difficult.

But at the same time, she also realized that if she could maintain this state, her ability to control spiritual energy might be further improved.

It's really a mixture of pain and joy.

After a cup of tea, Ziwei withdrew her spiritual energy. Her face looked very bad and she looked very tired.

The Queen, her face filled with worry, brought a bowl of steaming, fragrant bird's nest to Ziwei, her eyes filled with endless tenderness and concern. She gently placed the bowl on the table and said softly, "Ziwei, please eat this bird's nest quickly, and then go back to your room and rest. You look so bad now! I'm really worried!"

Ziwei smiled faintly, trying to reassure the Queen: "Don't worry, mother. I'm fine. It's just that... just now I noticed two people in black under the eaves outside the house, staring intently at us. I wonder who they are?"

At this moment, Emperor Qianlong's breathing became slightly rapid, but he still tried to remain calm and composed, comforting her, "Ziwei, don't be afraid. Those are just my personal guards. Alas, this time, you have suffered so much!"

Hearing this, Ziwei couldn't help but sigh. These mysterious, shadowy guards must have had incredibly difficult lives, right? How could they have managed to travel in such heavy rain this afternoon?

Thinking of this, Ziwei pondered: If there were secret guards protecting the emperor, why didn't they show up to protect him when the assassination attempt was made in the TV series? Could it be that something unexpected happened? Or was it that the situation was too chaotic and they had no time to respond? Or perhaps the reality was quite different from the film and television version.

After finishing her bird's nest, Ziwei said goodbye and left. Just as she was about to open the door, a strong hand suddenly shot out from behind like a gust of wind, tightly covering her mouth. At the same time, another arm, like an iron clamp, locked her body tightly and quickly walked out.

Ziwei was horrified and instinctively wanted to fight back, but at this moment, a deep voice came from her ear: "Ziwei, don't move, it's me, let's find a quiet place to talk."

It was actually him?

She easily pried his hands apart and took two steps back, "Let's go, there's a corridor over there."

It was still pouring rain outside. The corridor was quite a distance away, so even someone with the best hearing wouldn't be able to hear anything through the heavy rain. Of course, she had used her mental power to check that almost everyone in the inn was asleep. Because of the rain, the windows were all closed, so no one would pay attention to the corridor.

As for the two secret guards, they stared at Qianlong's room intently.

When he heard that she agreed to go out with him, Falcon felt a surge of ecstasy in his heart. He did not pay much attention to her obvious disgust, thinking that she was just worried about being seen by others.

The two of them walked onto the corridor, and Ziwei stared at Falcon with an expressionless face. She had to admit that he was quite tall and muscular, but his slightly rough features were only slightly more outstanding than those of an average person.

Those huge and particularly eye-catching nostrils, with a few black nose hairs faintly visible in them, made Ziwei feel nauseous. She quickly turned her eyes away, fearing that if she looked at it any longer, she would vomit.

Ziwei then took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner discomfort. She said coldly, "Fulkang, everything that happened in the past was my fault. I really shouldn't have made any promises with you. It hasn't even been a year since my mother passed away, and according to etiquette, I still need to observe mourning for two and a half years. So, let's just leave it at that!"

Upon hearing this, Falcon's bright smile froze, replaced by a look of disbelief. He lowered his voice, growling with a hint of anger, "Ziwei, what exactly do you mean by that? Are you trying to sever ties with me? Why is that? What exactly happened? Ever since we broke into Kunning Palace that night, your attitude towards me has suddenly turned cold. Could it be that I did something wrong? Or are you blaming me for not rescuing you in time?"

"I don't blame any of you. I just don't want to participate in any of your plans anymore, and I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. Fulcon, please stay away from me from now on. I really don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you."

After saying that, she was leaving.

Falcon immediately went forward and hugged her, "No, Ziwei, you are kidding me, right? You told me in Youyou Valley that I would never part with you even if the mountains were gone and the sky and the earth were united. You love me so much, how could you bear to leave me?"

Ziwei was annoyed that he hugged her again. She raised her right leg and pushed it directly against his third leg.

The severe pain forced Falcon to let go, and he covered his crotch and growled.

Ziwei sneered, "Fulkang, if you dare to provoke me again, I don't mind making you have no descendants. The previous Ziwei is dead, and you can't afford to provoke the current Ziwei!"