Dressing as Ziwei makes the Qing Dynasty more powerful

"Hey, what kind of person is this new sister of mine? My father always speaks highly of her, but I've never seen him praise a girl like that." Yongbi nudged the stern-faced man beside him, his tone filled with curiosity and confusion. He wondered what was so special about this new sister he had never met that could have earned such praise from his usually serious father.

Fu Kang'an raised the corners of his lips slightly and said proudly: "Chen'er is naturally the best."

Yongbi stared at Fukang'an with his eyes wide open in disbelief. He never imagined that this usually stern and cold man would be so infatuated with a girl.

"Hey, it's really strange that you fall in love with a girl! I always thought you would be a bachelor and a monk your whole life." Yongbi couldn't help but joked.

Fu Kang'an glared at him, his eyes revealing obvious dissatisfaction and disgust. He reached out and patted the place that Yongbi had touched, as if it were a defilement.

Yongbi's mouth opened in disbelief, speechless with astonishment. He pointed at himself and asked suspiciously, "Really? When did you develop mysophobia? And you still dislike me?"

Fu Kang'an rolled his eyes at him, his gaze revealing a hint of disdain and arrogance, as if to say that Yongbi's thoughts were too shallow. He said confidently, "From now on, only Chen'er can touch my body. She is the only woman I have chosen for my life. This relationship is as solid as a rock and cannot be desecrated by others. You, a single dog, don't understand the feeling. Don't touch me anymore. From now on, only Chen'er can touch my body!"

Yongbi was so angry he nearly jumped up, his already flushed face now looking even more like a ripe apple. Pointing his finger at Fukang'an, he angrily demanded, "Me? Single? Fukang'an, you bastard, don't lie like that! I already have several women in my backyard, okay? They're all beautiful, gentle, and considerate. Which one of them isn't better than your so-called 'Chen'?"

He simply couldn't believe that the brother he grew up with actually laughed at him for being single, and that such words could actually come out of his mouth.

The more Yongbi thought about it, the angrier he became. His fury was like a volcanic eruption, uncontrollable. He wanted to take out his pen and draw a big circle to curse Fukang'an. Fukang'an was a man who forgot his brothers when he got a wife, and he despised him.

When Fukang'an saw Yongbi's excited reaction, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes, and then he glanced at him with disdain, "A good man should not have three wives and four concubines. He should be with one person for his whole life and guard and protect his wife all his life. Do you have a wife?" These words were like a sharp dagger, piercing Yongbi's heart directly.

He was speechless, a look of bewilderment on his face. He really didn't have a wife in the true sense of the word. Those so-called concubines were just tools for him to satisfy his selfish desires. But even if he didn't have a wife, he was definitely not a bachelor. This guy was a real virgin.

This bastard! We must break up!

Ziwei caught the voices of the two men talking from a distance and couldn't help but shake her head inwardly. Such words were really childish and ridiculous. It was hard to imagine that the general who was usually decisive and the most favored prince would say such words.

The moment her charming figure caught Fukang'an's eye, his originally frosty aura seemed to be gently brushed by the warm spring sun, and instantly became gentle. His usually stern brows also gradually softened a little. He slowly handed the exquisite and exquisite box in his hand to her and said softly, "Chen'er, this is a gift specially for you. I wonder if you will like it?"

The carvings on the box were meticulously detailed, each line seemingly meticulously crafted, smooth as jade. A faint, elegant fragrance emanated, as if emanating from ancient times, a touch of mystery. This box alone was so beautiful, and the contents within must surely be of immense value.

With a hint of uneasiness and anticipation, Ziwei slowly opened the box, and saw a white jade hairpin lying quietly inside. The carvings on the hairpin were actually lifelike crape myrtle flowers. Although the craftsmanship was a little rough, it was enough to show the sculptor's intentions, as if the flower was about to sway gently in the breeze and bloom with endless fragrance.

Fu Kangan, standing by, nervously watched her every move, his eyes revealing deep concern and uneasiness, fearing she might not be satisfied with the gift. "I personally carved this with great care. If you don't like it, I'll immediately prepare a new gift for you. I'll make sure you're satisfied."

As he finished speaking, a strange feeling quietly came over Ziwei's heart. She gently picked up the hairpin and carefully inserted it into her bun. Then she turned her head, with a bright light flashing in her eyes and a slight smile on her lips, and asked, "Does it look good?" That look was like a beautiful flower blooming in the spring breeze, which made people intoxicated.

"Good, beautiful, Chen'er is the most beautiful!" He looked at the hairpin in her hair, then at the smile on her face, with a hint of obsession in his eyes.

The pink bubbles between the two of them almost blinded Yongbi's eyes. Fukangan is such a bastard, what a bastard!

"I say, you two have done enough. This is right at the gate. It will have a bad impact if others see it." He walked forward, inserted himself between the two of them, and looked at the girl in front of him with a smile.

"Sister Ziwei, I am your brother Yongbi, and Prince He is my father. Have you heard him say that? My father says every day in the mansion that you are well-behaved and capable. Today I see that it is true. This is a gift from your brother." After saying a series of words, he presented the box in his arms with both hands.

Ziwei quickly handed the box in her hand to Fukang'an, and then took Yongbi's box. It was heavy and there were a lot of things inside.

"Brother Yongbi, let's go in first, everyone is waiting for you!"

"Okay, okay, let's go. I haven't seen Yongzhang for a long time. Fukangan, let's go. We won't go home until we are drunk today." Yongbi casually took out the fan from his waist, tapped his palm, and pulled Fukangan inside.

Fukang'an was helpless and turned to look at Ziwei, silently asking for help.

Ziwei pretended not to see it, put the box in Jinsuo's hand, and then walked into the mansion.