Dressing as Ziwei makes the Qing Dynasty more powerful

"Princess, the Third Prince and the others have arrived." Song Yue entered with a small package, beaming as she gazed at the beautiful woman sitting cross-legged on the bed in meditation. The princess had changed dramatically since she first entered Yuhua Palace. If she had been a delicate, homely beauty before, she was now a dazzling, impossible-to-ignore beauty.

Ziwei opened her eyes. They came really early. It was really troublesome to move house and entertain guests at the same time. Fortunately, only the princes and princesses of Emperor Qianlong came.

Seeing this, Song Yue hurried forward and opened the package. "Princess, look, this is the dress that the Queen just sent. The color is elegant and not bad. It goes perfectly with the jade-white jewelry. Princess, you will definitely look your most beautiful today."

Ziwei smiled and said, "Thank you Songyue, but I think I look good too!" Then she stood up and walked to the mirror. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt very satisfied.

Although she didn't wear heavy makeup like other women, her temperament and appearance made her look particularly beautiful. Under Song Yue's care, she put on this light blue cheongsam, which was embroidered with exquisite dark patterns, but not too obvious. A white ribbon tied around her waist made her look tall and slender.

Her hair was combed into a simple bun and fixed with a white jade hairpin. She wore a pearl necklace on her forehead. She looked fresh and refined, yet noble and elegant.

Songyue smiled and said, "Of course, the princess is naturally beautiful and is naturally the most beautiful. But the clothes sent by the Queen are indeed very beautiful and can make the princess even more outstanding." Ziwei nodded in agreement.

The Queen had really good taste. The clothes and jewelry she gave herself were all styles she chose herself, and each one was very beautiful.

"Let's go and meet my brothers and sisters."

The place for entertaining guests was in the front yard. Walking on the small path from the backyard to the front yard, Ziwei released her spiritual sense to explore the front yard.

"Third brother, how are you? You don't look well!" Yongji ran to the pale-faced man and looked at him worriedly, "I'll ask someone to ask the imperial physician to check you out."

Yong Zhang stopped him and said with a wry smile, "Twelfth brother, don't waste your energy. Third brother's illness cannot be cured." If he hadn't heard that this sister who suddenly appeared was deeply favored by the emperor, he would not have dragged his sick body over here.

"But--"

"Little Twelve, Third Brother thanks you for your concern, but this is all I have left of this body. How about you introduce me to your sister Ziwei?

Speaking of Ziwei, Yongji was so excited that he forgot the previous topic. He sat on the Third Prince's body and started talking about every little thing after he met Ziwei with his hands and feet gesticulating.

"Third brother, Sister Ziwei is not only beautiful but also very powerful. She is the most powerful person I have ever met..."

Soon, several more people gathered around, listening to his description and sighing from time to time. They had long since married and left the palace, and knew little about the affairs of the palace. They had only heard a few things about this sister, and they had never expected her to be so powerful.

When Yongqi walked in with a few people, he saw his brothers and sisters surrounding Yongji, the troublemaker, and talking about something.

He looked at him with disgust, looked around, and said unhappily to Chu Zhou who led them in, "Where is your princess? Why hasn't she come out to greet us?" She was just a princess, but she made so many princes and princesses wait.

Falcon sniffled, thinking of the delicate woman at home. She was even more fragile and charming than Ziwei. If Ziwei knew he already had a lover, she would probably hide in a corner and cry. How dare she hang him from the tree for so long that he was almost dead when he was taken down.

I am so blind. How could I fall in love with this woman with a heart as poisonous as a scorpion?

"Yongqi, Erkang, have you really never seen Xiaoyanzi? All the princes are here today, why is there still no sign of her?" Fuertai has been looking around for Xiaoyanzi since he entered the door. He hasn't seen her in the past few days, and he is really worried about her.

Yongqi then remembered what Ertai had said to him before entering the room, so he quickly asked Chu Zhou, "Have you seen Princess Huanzhu? Did she come here very early?"

Chu Zhou scoffed inwardly. Have these people forgotten why they came here? The Fifth Prince is just a bald prince, and he wants his princess to come and greet him personally. Where does he get the nerve to do that?

"The servants haven't seen Princess Huanzhu. Fifth Prince, please come in. The princess will be here soon." Chu Zhou answered without any arrogance or servility.

Seeing him like this, Yongqi kicked him to the ground, "You dog slave, what's your attitude? I am the Fifth Prince, and you, a slave, want to bully me."

The noise here interrupted the Twelfth Prince and the others. He walked over unhappily and said, "Fifth Brother, what happened? Chu Zhou is the steward of the Princess's Mansion. Aren't you going too far?"

Falcon sneered, "Twelfth Prince, the Fifth Prince is your biological brother. Are you sure you want to go against him because of this servant?"

The Third Prince and others stood behind the Twelfth Prince, hesitating and saying nothing.

Chu Zhou stood up, walked to the side of the Twelfth Prince, and whispered, "Today is the Princess's housewarming celebration. Master, please don't upset the Princess because of the conflict between me and the Fifth Prince and the others."

Yongji frowned. Sister Ziwei must be very happy today. If she was unhappy because of these little things, the Emperor and the Empress would definitely blame him. He also wanted Sister Ziwei to have everything go smoothly in the future.

At this time, a cold voice came, "Little Twelve, how can you still be bullied in your sister's house? I want to see who dares to bully my people?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a beautiful figure walking slowly towards them with her back to the sun. Her light blue Manchu dress made her look gentle, virtuous, dignified and elegant, like a bright pearl, shining with a unique light against the backdrop of the sun.