Dressing as Ziwei makes the Qing Dynasty more powerful

"Xian'er, I always have a strange feeling that Ziwei is very similar to someone." Qianlong soaked comfortably in the steaming hot tub, his eyes slightly closed, looking relaxed and contented, but his eyes occasionally glanced at the woman who was busy making the bed.

Hearing this, the Queen's movements suddenly froze, but she quickly returned to normal. Without even glancing back at Qianlong, she continued to tidy up the bed silently, while softly asking, "Oh? Who do you think Ziwei resembles?"

Qianlong narrowed his eyes slightly, his thoughts drifting back to that summer day many years ago, by the shores of Daming Lake, when that graceful, pitiful woman tenderly called his name. He murmured to himself, "Like... like Yuhe, Xia Yuhe." As soon as he finished speaking, that beautiful and otherworldly face appeared clearly before his eyes.

"I feel that Ziwei is more like Yuhe's biological daughter than Xiaoyanzi. Although the temperaments they exude are completely different, judging from their appearance and that strong scholarly air, they are exactly the same. Could it be that Yuhe actually gave birth to a pair of twin sisters back then? Hahahaha!" The more Qianlong thought about it, the more interesting he found it, and he couldn't help laughing to himself.

The queen had her back to him, a barely perceptible smile on her lips. It wasn't long before Ziwei's true identity was revealed.

Seeing the Empress remain silent, Qianlong's smile gradually faded. He wondered why he had mentioned Yuhe so abruptly. The Empress must be displeased, perhaps jealous and unwilling to pay attention to him. Thinking of this, Qianlong couldn't help but feel a sense of regret and helplessness.

He slowly rose from the tub, water dripping down his muscular frame and onto the floor, forming a puddle. He reached for a towel and gently wiped the water off his body, each movement graceful and composed. Once he was completely dry, he turned without hesitation, opened his arms, and hugged her tightly from behind.

The empress's delicate body trembled, her heart suddenly startled. She hurriedly said, "My Lord, you'd better put on your clothes quickly, or you'll catch a cold again." However, Qianlong ignored her words. Instead, he gently rested his chin on her snow-white neck and whispered softly, "There's no need for this. Right now, my Lord feels full of endless strength. Xian'er, how about we have another child?"

Hearing this, the empress cried out in surprise and tried to break free from his embrace. But Qianlong was incredibly strong, easily pushing her down onto the soft bed. Then, a slight creaking noise was heard: the bed, unable to bear the weight, creaked. The sound echoed in the silent night air, as if evoked by the fiery passion between the two.

At the same time, the two secret guards waiting outside the door heard the movement inside the house and their faces flushed. They looked at each other, turned around silently and moved to another more secluded corner.

Time passed by minute by minute and the night deepened.

Fulcon did not return to his room until late at night. By then, Forte had already fallen asleep, his snoring thundering through the room. Fulcon looked at his sleeping brother and grew increasingly angry.

Thinking back on what happened tonight, he felt more and more that he was really blind and had misjudged the person.

They never expected that the seemingly gentle and kind Ziwei would be such an ungrateful person! If it weren't for all of them working together to help her, she would probably still be living on the streets, trying every possible way to find a way to enter the palace.

Now that she's barely attached to the Empress, she's already eager to distance herself from them. Does she really think the Empress is more favored than Concubine Ling? Such wishful thinking! Thinking of this, Falcon's expression darkened, his eyes gleaming with anger.

If it weren't for the fact that she was the emperor's biological daughter and had such a beautiful appearance, I wouldn't even look at her.

There was no way she could make him give up. He had given so much for her, she didn't want to get rid of him so easily.

Ziwei returned to her room, washed up, and then sat cross-legged on the bed. After practicing, she discovered that not only had her control over spiritual energy become more profound, but her cultivation was also closer to breaking through the fourth level of Qi Refining.

This made her smile with joy, and she was 40% sure she could learn some magic.

It would be best if I could break through the fourth level before being assassinated. With magic, those assassins are nothing.

Xiaoyanzi slowly awoke from her coma. The sky was already turning pale, and faint light streamed into the room through the window. She blinked, adjusting to her surroundings, her gaze slowly settling on the figure sprawled beside the bed. A closer look revealed it to be the Fifth Prince! Had this incomparably noble prince been guarding her all night? It was unbelievable.

Xiaoyanzi gently reached out her hand and carefully hooked Yongqi's finger. This unintentional action made her thoughts drift back to the time when she was pushing the carriage in the daytime.

At that time, they had a kiss that she would never forget—it was her precious first kiss! And it was taken away by a prince, and a prince who was deeply favored by the emperor.

She gazed at the dark blue bed curtains overhead, noting their coarse fabric, completely incomparable to the ornate and exquisite curtains in the palace. Now, she had become the emperor's most beloved princess. Could she, in the future, marry the Fifth Prince and enjoy a life of wealth and glory?

No, she couldn't just be content with being a princess. As a princess, she would have to leave the palace and marry sooner or later. If she wanted to live such a rich life forever, she had to marry Yongqi.

Just as Xiaoyanzi was immersed in her own fantasy, Yongqi seemed to notice something strange. He slowly opened his eyes, which were still a little sleepy.

When his eyes met Xiaoyanzi's smiling face, Yongqi instantly woke up and showed a gentle and doting smile on his face. "Xiaoyanzi, you finally woke up. You really scared me."

"Yongqi, why are you staying here to take care of me? You are the emperor's most beloved prince." Xiaoyanzi asked innocently, her face full of curiosity and emotion.

Yongqi placed his hand on Xiaoyanzi's forehead to feel her temperature. When he no longer felt feverish, he looked at her and said, "Xiaoyanzi, do you really not know what I'm thinking?"

Xiaoyanzi: "Yongqi, you are really my good brother."

Seeing her like this, Yongqi shook his head in amusement. Xiaoyanzi was simple-minded and didn't understand feelings at all. He needed to be patient. "Xiaoyanzi, just remember that I will always treat you well."

There were stars in Xiaoyanzi's eyes and she smiled even happier.