Dressing as Ziwei makes the Qing Dynasty more powerful

Qianlong sat on the dragon throne, staring gloomily at the memorial before him, his eyes filled with complex emotions. Li Yu stood quietly by, not daring to move. The entire imperial study was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere.

Time ticked by, and the silence in the imperial study became suffocating. Finally, Qianlong broke the silence: "Li Yu, have the stick-sticking department thoroughly investigate the cause of death of Empress Xiaoxian, Yonglian, and Yongcong."

There was a hint of forbearance and fatigue in his voice, as if he was under tremendous pressure.

"Yes!" Li Yu responded respectfully. He knew that this matter was of great importance and he dared not be negligent in the slightest.

Qianlong's gaze slowly shifted to the purse, his thoughts drifting away. Concubine Ling had once told him she had embroidered it herself, but now it seemed like a lie. He couldn't help but sneer, anger and disappointment welling up in his heart.

"Empress Ling, oh Concubine Ling, you are so bold. How dare you deceive me to such an extent." Qianlong gritted his teeth secretly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

However, as the ruler of a country, he had to remain calm and rational. Taking a deep breath, Qianlong temporarily suppressed his inner anger and continued to focus on reviewing the memorial in his hand.

He always remembered what his father had taught him: as the ruler of the country, the emperor shouldered the heavy responsibility of governing the country and could not let personal feelings delay government affairs. Therefore, he never dared to slack off in handling state affairs.

In the past, when Qianlong saw the flattering words in the memorials, he might have felt pleased and praised the officials a little. But at this moment, these words only made him irritated and even angry.

Qianlong clenched his fists tightly, trying to control his emotions. He knew the weight of his responsibility was too great to allow a momentary impulse to sway his decision. So, suppressing his displeasure, he continued to carefully review each memorial, writing down his comments with a red brush.

A memorial contains nine layers of flattery, but only one layer gets to the point.

Just like this, there is such a long nonsense at the beginning, and the last paragraph says that many people in Jihua Town have high fever, body pain, and vomiting, suspected of smallpox, and requested support from the court.

The veins on Qianlong's forehead bulged, and he shouted angrily outside, "Come here, go get Princess Zichen and the chief judge of the Imperial Hospital!"

Qianlong stared blankly at the memorial, a surge of deep anger rising within him. These officials had the audacity to devote 90% of their memorial to flattery, while only 10% focused on truly important matters! Where did they place the safety of the people?

Recalling that he once did not take these flattering words seriously, Qianlong now finally understood why his father had hated such behavior of officials so much.

The emperor even issued a decree that anyone who dared to say something insignificant in a memorial would be punished. At that time, he thought his father was too harsh, but now that he had personally experienced the harm behind these flattering words, he began to understand his father's good intentions.

Qianlong stared intently at the memorial, his eyes gleaming with anger. These officials' actions not only delayed time but also put the people in danger. Their inaction and perfunctory approach betrayed a disregard for the lives of the people.

At Yuhua Palace, Ziwei looked impatiently at the man outside the door, who stood there motionless like a statue. "When did he come here?"

As Song Yue combed her hair, she glanced out the window and smiled, "General Fucha came here directly after court. I guess he hasn't had breakfast yet. Princess, why don't you have breakfast with him later?"

Ziwei glared at her in the mirror, "I'm not ready to marry your princess yet, so don't let him in in the future."

After thinking for a moment, he raised the corner of his lip and said, "Put more chili in his meal later."

Song Yue's hands trembled as she observed a moment of silence for the wise and brave General Fu Cha. Why did he choose to be the princess of her family when so many ladies disliked him?

Fu Kang'an leaned against the doorpost, laughing at the noise inside. Had Chen'er forgotten that he was also a cultivator? Even if he wasn't a cultivator, with his original martial arts skills, he would have been able to hear her undisguised voice. Whatever, let it be spicy, as long as she was happy.

The breakfast in the palace was very rich. At least what she ate now was much better than what the original owner ate in Shufangzhai in her memory. It seemed that the meals in the palace were also based on status and degree of favor.

She picked up a crab roe bun and chewed it slowly, her eyes staring straight at Fu Kang'an opposite her.

Feeling the gaze from across the way, Fu Kang'an silently put down his chopsticks, picked up the spoon and took a sip of the eight-treasure porridge. The sweet and spicy taste rushed straight to his head. He didn't know how much sugar and chili were put into such a bowl of porridge. The taste was really enough to make him want to ascend to heaven.

Ziwei looked at his expressionless face and looked at Songyue suspiciously. Songyue nodded at her, and then she looked at Fukangan again.

"tasty?"

Fukangan nodded and drank spoonful after spoonful.

Crape Myrtle: ……

Could it be that Songyue lied to her?

Thinking of this, she quickly scooped a spoonful from Fukangan's bowl and put it into her mouth, and spit it out the next second.

Fukang'an didn't expect her to do this suddenly, and he couldn't stop her in time, so he had to pour water for her to rinse her mouth.

"Ahem, Fukang'an, you—you—" Ziwei rinsed her mouth several times before she cleared away the strange taste in her mouth. "Are you stupid? If it tastes so bad, don't eat it."

Fu Kang'an felt wronged, "The princess wants me to eat, so I have to obey!"

Songyue covered her mouth and laughed.

Ziwei glared at her and said, "Hurry up and give General Fucha a bowl of porridge. I won't be responsible if he gets sick from eating it."

Songyue quickly changed another bowl, then retreated to the door and stopped being their third wheel.

Fu Kang'an was very pleased with her behavior and chuckled softly, "Princess, after dinner, would you like to go out of the palace for a walk? It's very lively outside."

Ziwei shook her head. "No, I want to research something that will be very useful if I succeed."

She didn't want to have to bump around every time she went out. If she wanted to get rich, she had to build roads first. Forget about asphalt. Finding oil was still a long way off, and mining was a huge problem. But cement could be made. She knew how to make it, she just hadn't tried it.

"Fukang'an, you've been fighting all the time. Have you ever seen a rubber tree? Let me tell you, tires made from that stuff are much better than the wooden wheels we use now. Even the worst roads won't be so bumpy. Of course, it would be even better if we could make springs from it. It would greatly reduce the shock of the carriage."