Dressing as Ziwei makes the Qing Dynasty more powerful

"Doctor Hu, Doctor Hu, please come and save Yongqi, Erkang, and Ertai! They are seriously injured and dying!"

Xiaoyanzi's shrill, heart-wrenching scream resounded throughout the room, like a sharp sword slicing through the air, instantly silencing everyone who was chatting inside. No one moved, and the room was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.

Doctor Hu lowered his head even more deeply, wishing he could shrink his entire body between his legs to escape this embarrassing and tense situation.

"Huang-Father, you are all here!"

At this moment, Xiaoyanzi hurriedly stepped into the room. Her originally loud and clear voice suddenly dropped several scales after she caught a glimpse of the situation inside the room.

Yongqi and the other two followed closely behind her as they entered the room. They keenly sensed the solemnity of impending storm, their hearts tightening as they quickly covered their wounds with their hands and knelt on their knees to pay their respects.

Watching the four men feigning pain and pathetic demeanor, Qianlong felt a surge of deep disappointment, a wave of disappointment that spread like a tide to every corner of his body, culminating in a climax. In his fury, he became unusually calm. His face, usually filled with dignity and kindness, was now expressionless, like a still pool of water, unperturbed.

He coldly gazed at the four people kneeling on the ground and asked in a deep voice, "How have the remaining forces of the Mahayana Sect been dealt with? Are there any fish that have slipped through the net?"

Hearing this, the four looked at each other in astonishment. Normally, shouldn't the emperor have paid attention to their injuries first? Why was he acting completely out of character this time? For a moment, they felt bewildered.

Xiaoyanzi quickly stood up, pointed at the shocking wounds on the bodies of several people, and said loudly: "Father Emperor, look, they are really seriously injured! If they don't get timely treatment, I'm afraid..." Before she finished speaking, tears burst out of her eyes.

This little swallow really has a talent for acting. The Oscar really owes her a little golden man. Ziwei looked at the wounds on their bodies and marveled at them. If they had come back a little later, the wounds would have healed.

"Doctor Hu, check their wounds." Qianlong ordered, holding up the teacup.

Doctor Hu didn't dare delay and hurried forward, carefully examining the Fifth Prince's wound. He gently peeled back the snow-white silk, his eyes catching the finger-length scar. His mouth twitched slightly, muttering to himself, "This wound is almost healed, yet he's still able to feign such a convincing display of serious injury..."

After properly treating the wound and carefully rebandaging it, Doctor Hu reached out to take the Fifth Prince's pulse. Sure enough, the pulse was strong and powerful, without a trace of weakness.

"Is the Fifth Prince seriously injured?"

At this moment, the majestic voice of Emperor Qianlong suddenly rang out, like a thunderclap exploding in his ears, frightening Doctor Hu so much that he trembled all over and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

He hurriedly knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, please calm down! The Fifth Prince's injuries are not serious. He has stopped bleeding and his internal organs are not damaged. He only needs to take some nourishing Qi and blood to recover."

"Pah!" Qianlong slammed the teacup in his hand down heavily on the table. His eyes, sharp as a knife, scanned the room before he asked in a deep voice, "Now that you've taken care of the wound, tell me in detail how you eliminated those remaining bandits."

Faced with Emperor Qianlong's questioning, Yongqi seemed somewhat uneasy, his words becoming halting. While furtively observing the Emperor's expression, he whispered, "Father, I and others discovered the bandits' hiding place and engaged in a fierce battle with them. Fortunately, we were able to completely wipe them out..."

"Did you meet Yongji and the others?"

Yongqi looked at him in confusion, "Yongji? Isn't he playing in this mansion? How did we run into him?"

Qianlong could no longer bear it and threw the teacup at Yongqi. Yongqi didn't dare to dodge and could only watch as the teacup hit his forehead. In addition to the severe pain, a lot of blood flowed down.

"Does it hurt?" Qianlong asked in a calm tone with a gloomy face.

However, in response to his father's question, Yongqi just shook his head silently, indicating that he was fine.

"I'm asking you if it hurts?" For a moment, the air seemed to freeze, making it suffocating.

After a moment of silence, Yongqi finally uttered a word slowly: "It hurts."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a crisp "pa" sound. Qianlong was furious and slapped the table under his hand hard, breaking it into pieces in an instant.

He widened his eyes and asked angrily, "You dare to cry out in pain for such a small injury? What about Yongji? He is still young, but he suffered such a serious injury because of you. Doesn't he feel any pain? Do you have any humanity at all? He is your blood brother!" At this point, Qianlong felt heartbroken and couldn't help closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to calm his inner excitement.

After calming down a bit, Qianlong opened his eyes and looked coldly at Yongqi in front of him. He said word by word: "Yongqi, after returning to the capital, let the Ministry of Internal Affairs choose a suitable residence for you. From now on, you will move out of the palace!"

After saying this, Qianlong didn't even look at him again, turned around and left, leaving Yongqi sitting alone on the cold ground. Yongqi had only one answer in his mind: the emperor had already known the truth of the matter. Was he going to give up on his son completely?

Little Swallow, who was standing next to her, smiled happily and said, "That's great! Yongqi can live outside the palace. It will be much more convenient for us to go out and play in the future. We no longer have to go through the trouble of finding various excuses to escape from the palace!" Thinking of this, Little Swallow couldn't help but dance with joy, as if she had already seen the beautiful life of freedom and carefree in the future.

Fu'erkang and Fu'ertai exchanged a glance and said nothing more. They weren't like Xiaoyanzi who didn't understand anything. Yongqi was the only adult son still living in the palace. If he moved out now, he would probably be disliked by the emperor, and his high position would probably no longer be relevant to him.

Ziwei sneered and withdrew her mental power. He deserved to end up like this.