Dressing as Ziwei makes the Qing Dynasty more powerful

Ziwei raised the exquisite flute in her hand and slowly waved it in front of Fukang'an's eyes with graceful and light movements.

Fu Kang'an's gaze narrowed instantly, as if completely absorbed by this small gesture. However, Ziwei smiled exceptionally brightly, as bright and charming as a flower blooming in spring.

This Fukangan is indeed very smart! Ziwei secretly admired in her heart.

Then, she turned to look at Lord Ji and Yongji beside her, and said in a clear voice: "Lord Ji, Yongji, let's go!" As she spoke, her face was filled with confidence and pride. She reached out and took Yongji's little hands, and they strode towards the pharmacy together.

Fu Kangan stared quietly at Ziwei's departing figure, his eyes as deep as a pool of water, so dark that it was difficult to peek into his thoughts. At this moment, he seemed to be lost in some kind of contemplation.

In the backyard of the pharmacy, Qianlong paced anxiously, his face solemn. Yongji was his only remaining legitimate son, holding an unparalleled position; no mishaps would be tolerated. He silently prayed, "Ancestors, please protect Yongji and keep him safe!"

In contrast, the Empress appeared remarkably calm and composed. She sat upright in her chair, the corners of her mouth tilted upwards, a faint, barely perceptible smile hinting at her. The Emperor's concern was truly alarming. With Ziwei around, Yongji would be safe and sound.

At this moment, a childish and cheerful voice came: "Father, Mother, Yongji is back!"

Before he finished speaking, Yongji couldn't wait to step into the yard. When he saw the queen, he quickly ran over and hugged her tightly.

"Mother, don't worry, Yongji is fine. Sister Ziwei has completely healed my injury." After saying that, Yongji excitedly spun on the spot to show his healthy and lively appearance.

Seeing his youngest son return safe and sound, Qianlong's heart, which had been hanging for a long time, finally settled down. He breathed a long sigh of relief, and a relieved smile gradually appeared on his face. How could he have forgotten Ziwei's ability?

Ji Yun knelt before Qianlong and blamed himself in frustration, "Master, this is all my fault. I failed to protect the young master and caused him to get hurt."

Qianlong's face was stern. He helped him up with one hand and said, "Stand up and talk. What's going on? Didn't you take Yongji to the farmland outside the city to check on the crops? How did you run into a killer?"

"This..." Ji Yun hesitated, looking very embarrassed.

"What's going on? I want to hear the truth." Qianlong frowned, having a vague bad premonition.

Yongji suddenly rushed over and hugged Qianlong's legs, looking at him with big wet eyes, "Father, it's my fifth brother and the others. Those people were chasing them. When they saw my son, they ran straight towards him. Lord Emin couldn't resist, and my son was accidentally chopped on the back. Lord Ji carried my son and ran towards the city. Lord Emin stopped those dozens of assassins alone, which really scared my son. Fortunately, Brother Fukang'an came in time."

After saying that, he patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief loudly.

Every word of the child's tender voice struck Qianlong's heart. He looked at Ji Yun in disbelief, "Is what Yongji said true? They led people to you and then ran away?"

There was a raging rage hidden in his voice, as if it was accumulating and waiting to explode when the truth came out.

The Queen was so angry that she was about to bite off more than she could chew. She would not let any of them go, including Yongqi, Xiaoyanzi, and the Fu brothers.

Ji Yun lowered his head and said in a heavy voice, "What the Twelfth Prince said is absolutely true. I personally heard the Fifth Prince and those thieves say that the Twelfth Prince is the most favored legitimate son of the current emperor."

It's really annoying. How could the Fifth Prince say such a thing? The Twelfth Prince is still young and poses no threat to him at all. How could he be so difficult to tolerate his own younger brother?

"Yongqi! You're nothing but a mad beast!" Qianlong was furious, his teeth chattering as he raised his hand and slammed it hard on the table. Instantly, a resounding crack echoed throughout the room. The incredibly sturdy table instantly crumbled before everyone's eyes, breaking into countless fragments that scattered across the floor.

Qianlong stared at his palm that had just struck out with the force of thunder, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart: When did his martial arts become so powerful?

The empress hugged Yongji tightly, silently shedding tears of grief. Her silent sobs were like scorching fireballs, constantly burning Qianlong's already guilty heart, making him feel even more remorseful and regretful.

"Xian'er, I will definitely give you and Yongji an explanation." Qianlong promised softly.

Hearing this, the empress slowly raised her head and revealed a smile as poignant and moving as a pear blossom in the rain. This smile was like a spring breeze, gently brushing against Qianlong's heart, causing him to tremble slightly.

Yongji rolled his eyes, hugged Qianlong's legs and sighed, "Father, I helped the farmers pull weeds today, and my hands are all rubbed raw. It hurts so much. I didn't know farming is so hard. Farmers really work hard. No wonder Li Shen wrote such a beautiful poem: 'When the sun is at its highest, I hoe the fields, my sweat drips to the soil. Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is the result of hard work?' Can you let me spend more time in the fields in the future? I think there is a lot of knowledge there."

"Okay, father agrees. From now on, let Master Ji take you to the fields to learn more. Kid, just watch, why did you do it? Let father see how your hand is." Qianlong held him on his lap, and didn't even think about the Manchu custom of holding grandchildren but not sons.

Yongji stretched out his white and tender little hand, "Sister Ziwei healed her hand while treating her son's injury."

Qianlong looked at his intact hand without any doubt. After all, the queen's serious knife wound did not leave any trace, so his injury was even more insignificant to Ziwei.

"Haha, good, good kids." Qianlong looked at the brother and sister with admiration. Yongqi, whom he personally raised, was not even as good as a young child.

After chatting and laughing for a while, Fukangan and Emin came back.

"Your Majesty, the assassins in the city have been cleared out, and Lord Ding is leading people to deal with the rest of the matter." Fu Kang'an glanced at the smiling girl and reported politely.

Qianlong put away his smile and said, "Fukang'an, take your men and thoroughly investigate the remaining evildoers of the Mahayana sect and make sure to clean them out completely."

"Yes."

"Let's go back to the Ding family. I want to see what that evil son has to say." Qianlong took Yongji's hand and walked out first.