Dressing as Ziwei makes the Qing Dynasty more powerful

After hearing what Ziwei said, Qianlong's heart, which had been as flustered as if it were blown by a strong wind, finally calmed down. Ziwei was a fairy, possessing extraordinary abilities, and she would definitely be able to successfully save the empress.

So, Qianlong hugged the queen in his arms without hesitation, while Ziwei held Yongji's little hand tightly, and under the close protection of others, they quickly ran towards the huge willow tree.

Just as they were about to reach their destination, the vicious bandits appeared before them like ghosts. Facing such a formidable force, the men dared not hesitate, each stepping forward to bravely meet the enemy. Meanwhile, Ziwei concentrated her energy, using her powerful spiritual energy to protect the location of the Queen's heart meridian.

It would take time to remove the knife and heal her wound, and it was obviously not appropriate in the current situation.

According to the plot, the prefect finally arrived with his troops and captured all the thieves. However, in such a critical situation, can they really hold on until that moment?

Ziwei secretly thought, how wonderful it would be if I could have a spiritual sword in my hand! After all, it is described in many novels that as long as enough spiritual energy is injected into the sword, it can be controlled at will to exert astonishing power.

Just as Ziwei was worried, Fulun, standing beside her, took advantage of a break in the fight to hastily wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead. His limited fighting skills were no match for these thieves. "Master, there are too many thieves. I'm afraid we can't hold out for much longer."

The Queen, looking pale and dying, looked at Ziwei and said softly, "Ziwei, why not try using the Wind-Singing Flute? It's said that this flute can not only play beautiful music, but also be used as a sharp weapon to kill enemies..."

A wind-singing flute? Ziwei's eyes flashed with a glint, and she secretly regretted forgetting such an important item. This flute was different from ordinary piccolo flutes. Because it was small and exquisite, it was easy to carry, so she kept it by her side.

With one hand, she tightly protected the queen behind her, and with the other hand, she quickly pulled out the mysterious flute from her waist.

But besides producing beautiful melodies, how could this flute be used as a powerful weapon? Could it really be used as a sword, engaging the enemy in close combat? But that would seem to undermine the noble status of this spiritual weapon.

Does it require the use of mental power to control it? In any case, the only way to know is to try it.

So, Ziwei poured her own spiritual energy into the flute in her hand without hesitation and blew it gently.

Instantly, a clear, melodious flute note rose like the gurgling of flowing water. Then, she focused her mind, controlling the direction and movement of each note. A miraculous thing happened—the previously formless notes suddenly transformed into countless densely packed, slender silver needles, quietly suspended in the air, gleaming with a faint, sharp light.

Ziwei was overjoyed upon seeing this and immediately decided to use these magical "silver needles" to launch a counterattack. She concentrated her energy on manipulating one of the needles and rushed towards the killer closest to them at lightning speed.

At this moment, accompanied by a dull sound, a look of confusion appeared on the killer's face, and then he fell down like a collapsed mountain, and the breath of life completely dissipated.

"Oh my god, it's so powerful!" Ziwei opened her mouth so wide in shock, as if an egg could fit in it. She never expected that this wind flute could contain such terrifying power.

The first attempt was a resounding success. Ziwei manipulated the slender silver needles without hesitation, eliminating the remaining thieves one by one. Several people who were in the fierce confrontation were shocked to find that their opponents suddenly became motionless, and then fell straight to the ground, dead. This sudden situation left them all confused.

Qianlong was also confused and wondered in his heart: What on earth happened?

At this time, a team came rushing over. Due to the assassination attempt by the Mahayana Sect, the people on the originally wide streets had already fled in all directions, so this team dressed in official uniforms came very quickly.

"Your Majesty, I'm late." Lord Ding respectfully took the lead and knelt on the ground. Behind him, many fully armed officers and soldiers also knelt on the ground and shouted in unison: "Long live the emperor." The loud and uniform shouts resounded through the sky, as if they were going to break through the sky.

Qianlong waved his hand gently and said, "Everyone, get up." Then he turned his gaze to the queen standing beside him.

At that moment, another nimble figure darted past, swift as a bird, and knelt steadily before the Emperor. This person spoke, "I am late in protecting you. Your Majesty, please forgive me." His voice was clear and melodious, like the sound of nature. When it reached Ziwei's ears, it actually made her feel numb and itchy. It was truly the first time in her life that she had ever heard such a beautiful and moving voice.

Curious, she lifted her eyes and looked toward the source of the sound. What she saw was a remarkably handsome face, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a majestic bearing, and a calm and reserved aura. Although he pleaded for forgiveness, his demeanor was not at all timid or cowardly, but rather revealed a dignified and unyielding demeanor.

Qianlong was quite surprised and quickly stretched out his hands to help him up. He asked, "Fu Kang'an, how come you are here?"

This was none other than the renowned and powerful General Fu Kang'an. There were many legends about his life, especially in unofficial folk histories, depicting him as a beloved emperor, even surpassing the other princes in status. Seeing him in person, I could see that his reputation was truly worthy. Not only was he handsome, but his voice was also captivating.

"When I was destroying several strongholds of the Dacheng Sect, I heard them say that the Emperor would be passing through Jizhou and that they were planning to assassinate him at the temple fair. I immediately rushed over, but I was still a step too late."

Qianlong nodded and said, "The Queen is injured and needs to be treated quickly. Let's find a place to settle down first."

Lord Ding, who was waiting nearby, said quickly, "If Your Majesty doesn't mind, you can stay at my house. It's safer there."

Qianlong nodded, "Let's go then." He stepped forward, hugged the empress and left, "Ziwei, Yongji, hurry up and get in the carriage."

Fukang'an looked at the girl holding the twelfth prince, then quickly shifted his gaze and looked at the unfamiliar people in the team inconspicuously.