Dressing as Ziwei makes the Qing Dynasty more powerful

"Enough. Why argue with such brainless people? Give them all thirty lashes and throw them into Prince Shuo's mansion." Hong Zhou waved his hand impatiently and ordered the guards around him.

He turned his head with a look of disgust, looked at Ziwei and gently comforted her: "Don't be angry with people like this, you can even ask your royal father to rob their houses later."

Ziwei shrugged, looking at the two people being dragged out in a miserable state with their mouths covered, and she couldn't help but feel deeply moved. Originally, she had planned to kindly give the woman some money so that she and her poor father could return to their hometown and live a stable life.

But now it seems that the woman obviously has bad intentions. Why should she waste her sympathy on such a person with ulterior motives?

So, she said calmly, "I'll leave this matter to you. I believe you will make a fair decision. I felt sorry for the old man who still had to perform at such an old age, and wanted to give them some money so they could return home, but this woman is not worth it."

Seeing this, Hong Zhou showed an appreciative smile on his face and said softly, "You are such a kind-hearted girl!" He then invited Duolong, "Dulong, come and have something to eat with us!" Then, everyone sat down and began to enjoy the sumptuous meal.

Duolong chuckled, raised his butt, and hurriedly sat down. "How could I refuse your personal invitation? It is truly my great honor to be able to dine with my idol, the princess, and the prince!"

"Idol?" Ziwei blinked and looked at Duolong in confusion, her heart full of curiosity.

Duolong danced with excitement, exclaiming in an exaggerated tone, "Your Highness, General Fukang'an is our idol! Not just us, but he's a role model for many young men in the capital, and the ideal husband that so many ladies dream of!"

"Cough cough cough..." Hearing this, Fukangan suddenly choked on his tea and started coughing violently. He stared at Ziwei with wide eyes and a face full of horror, afraid that she would misunderstand something.

"Chen'er, don't listen to his nonsense. I swear, I have never looked at any other woman!" As he said that, Fukang'an glared at Duolong again, full of warning.

Duolong trembled with fear and quickly slapped his mouth, regretting it. "Your Highness, I just spoke without thinking. Please forgive me! General Fu Kang'an has always been stern and cold, like a piece of thousand-year-old ice. No girl would have the courage to approach him, let alone like him. Besides, I have never seen him talk to any woman. Oh no, he has never talked to any woman except his mother. So, Your Highness, you are definitely the first woman he has approached!"

Fukang'an raised the corner of his mouth slightly and gave Duolong a look of praise. Seeing this, Duolong was delighted and secretly relieved.

He looked at Ziwei with a flattering expression and said with a grin, "Princess, you may not trust other men, but you must trust Fukang'an! He is still a pure virgin. He doesn't even have a maid in his house. His yard is just like a Buddhist temple. Not only is there no woman in the yard, but even his surroundings are very clean. You can't even see a female fly!"

When Fukang'an heard this, he was so angry that his face turned green. He glared at Duolong with gritted teeth, "Dulong, if you don't shut up, believe it or not, I will sew your mouth shut with needle and thread!" Duolong was so scared that he quickly shrank his neck, stuck out his tongue, lowered his head and started to eat his meal honestly.

Ziwei couldn't help but burst out laughing. This Duolong was truly amusing. He kept saying Fukang'an was his idol, yet he teased him so brazenly. The relationship between these two looked more like... good friends?!

Thinking of this, a smile flashed in Ziwei's eyes, and she said softly: "Dulong, please tell me more interesting things about the capital when you have the chance. I'm new here and I'm quite interested in these." After that, Ziwei looked at Duolong meaningfully.

Duolong blinked, immediately understanding Ziwei's meaning, and secretly sighed that this princess was indeed unique. He chuckled and nodded, thinking that maybe he would have a powerful and reliable playmate in the future.

"I will obey the princess's orders. There is nothing in this city that I don't know. Whatever you want to know, I will tell you everything I know."

"Okay, come on, let's drink." Ziwei picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. The spicy taste made her cheeks redden a little. It was her first time drinking, so she felt a little uncomfortable, but as soon as her spiritual power was activated, her body quickly returned to normal.

Hong Zhou slowly picked up the wine glass and drank it all, quite satisfied with it all. After all, she was the daughter of their royal family. Even though she had half Han blood in her body, she still had some of the free and easy nature of a Manchu lady in her bones.

The lights were on in Prince Shuo's mansion.

Qianrou looked at her son, who was beaten to a bloody pulp, with heartache and tears streaming down her face. "Haozhen, who beat you like this? You are the dignified Prince Shuo, who would dare to be so blind?"

Prince Shuo sat aside with a serious expression, his eyes sharp as a hawk. He said in a cold voice: "Little Kouzi, tell me, who beat your prince like this? What happened?"

Xiao Kouzi knelt on the ground, trembling with fear, "Your Highness, Consort Fu-jin, this afternoon, Prince Beile and Prince Duolong had a conflict, and then they called him to the private room upstairs. When he came out, Prince Beile was suddenly beaten with thirty boards and sent back..."

He didn't dare tell anyone about Bai Yinshuang. If they knew that the prince had clashed with Duolong Prince over a singing girl, he, a small follower, would be in big trouble. Furthermore, his prince had been beaten to the point of unconsciousness and had even ordered someone to rent a small courtyard to take good care of Miss Bai. If he dared to tell anyone, he would definitely not forgive him.

Prince Shuo saw how evasive his words were and knew there must be something else going on. However, his son always knew his limits and would definitely not cause any major trouble.

"Do you know who is in the private room upstairs?"

Xiao Kouzi shook his head, "I was stopped by someone and couldn't get up at all." "Master, if the prince continues to ask, it will be exposed. Wake up quickly!"

Prince Shuo waved his hand in disdain, "Hurry up and send your prince back to his room, and ask the doctor to come and treat him."

Qianrou screamed, "Your Highness, Haozhen is so seriously injured, how can the doctor cure him? We should quickly call the imperial physician!"