After my inner voice was eavesdropped, I became the favorite of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 67

What's worse is that the Japanese people not only suffered from the oppression of Da Yan, but also had to endure the humiliation of Goryeo. The two countries had long been at odds with each other. Japan had invaded Goryeo before and killed many innocent people. Now Goryeo had the chance, of course, to retaliate fiercely. The King of Goryeo found Shi Shuyu and said that he would send troops to the island to deal with Japan together with Da Yan. Shi Shuyu was a middle-aged man with a burly figure and a majestic face. He listened to the words of the King of Goryeo, and nodded after a moment's silence. He felt that although Goryeo did not contribute much, its attitude was still positive, so he gave them this face.

When the Goryeo army arrived, their methods were even more brutal than those of the Great Yan. Not only did they abuse the Japanese more, they also forced them to curse their ancestors. Li Qingge had heard such insults before, and the voices were full of pain and humiliation. The more fiercely they cursed, the easier the work was; those who refused to curse had their tongues cut off. She looked at the Japanese whose tongues had been cut off, and their eyes were full of despair and resentment. She knew that this kind of humiliation and torture was more terrible than death.

Moreover, while the Koreans humiliated the Japanese, they also robbed their culture. They claimed that sushi, kimono, and other things were theirs. Li Qingge looked at the cultural heritage that was robbed by the Koreans, and anger surged in her heart. She understood that this kind of cultural plunder was the deepest harm to a nation. Fortunately, there was no such thing as "applying for world heritage" at that time, otherwise they would have to fight to the death.

The small island of Dongying has now become a hell on earth. There are wailing and crying everywhere, and the air is filled with a breath of death. When the news reached the Qing Dynasty, the entire court was in an uproar. The ministers talked about it and people were in panic. Emperor Qianlong was so anxious that he couldn't sleep for several days and nights. He tossed and turned in bed, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. The imperial doctors were helpless and had to ask the Imperial Observatory to find a solution.

The Imperial Observatory was a white-haired old man, wearing a gorgeous official uniform and holding a whisk, and he slowly walked to Qianlong. He squinted his eyes to see Qianlong's complexion, and then slowly said: "Your Majesty, your Yang energy is too strong, which has offended the gods. If you want to sleep well, you must balance your Yin and Yang." Qian represents Yang and Kun represents Yin. The old man suggested that Qianlong go to Kunning Palace more often to accompany the queen.

Although Qianlong disliked the queen's straightforwardness and often disagreed with him, he had no choice but to do as he was told at this critical moment. That night, heavy rain poured down and thunder roared. There were also lightning and thunder in Kunning Palace, and the candlelight was swaying in the wind. Qianlong lay on the bed, like a boat in the wind and waves, and couldn't fall asleep. He turned over and looked at the queen beside him.

The queen was a dignified and beautiful woman. She wore a gorgeous phoenix robe and a golden crown on her head, like a queen from heaven. She looked at Qianlong with a hint of tenderness in her eyes. For the queen, Qianlong's frequent visits were like a long drought and a rain, which made her feel extremely relieved and happy. She gently held Qianlong's hand and whispered, "Your Majesty, don't worry. Everything will pass."

Qianlong felt the warmth and care of the queen, and a warm current surged in his heart. He held the queen's hand tightly, as if he had found support. On this stormy night, the two depended on each other. Although the outside world was in chaos, in this Kunning Palace, it seemed that they had a peaceful world of their own. They chatted and talked about their thoughts, and gradually fell asleep.

However, the suffering of Japan did not end there. Li Qingge stood in front of the window, looking at the rain outside, with an inexplicable emotion in her heart. She knew that the war was not over yet, and the suffering of Japan continued. She sighed deeply, then turned and left the room. She knew that she still had a lot to do and a lot of responsibilities to bear. In this war, she was not only a warrior, but also a guardian. She wanted to protect this land, these people, and this peace.

The next morning, the rain stopped. The sun shone through the clouds, bringing a glimmer of warmth and hope to this war-torn land. Li Qingge stood on a high place and looked into the distance, her eyes firm and resolute. She knew that no matter how many difficulties and challenges there would be in the future, she would persist until the day of victory.

The common people of Japan are also silently enduring hardships. Although they are in desperate situations, they have a fire of hope burning in their hearts. They believe that one day, they will get rid of this suffering and humiliation and regain their dignity and freedom. In this long war, they have learned to be tough and brave, and also learned to cherish and be grateful. They know that only after experiencing suffering and setbacks can they better cherish peace and happiness.

As time went by, the war gradually subsided. The Da Yan and Goryeo coalition forces won the victory, and Japan was completely conquered. However, the pain and suffering brought to the Japanese people by this war will take a long time to heal. Li Qingge looked at this devastated land and these devastated people, and a deep sense of guilt and self-blame surged in her heart. She knew that although the war was over, her mission was not yet completed. She would continue to work hard to bring peace and prosperity to this land and these people.

So she started a new journey. She led her soldiers and officials to travel to every corner of Japan. She comforted the people affected by the disaster and helped them rebuild their homes; she punished those corrupt officials and returned power to the people; she promoted cultural education and improved the quality and cultural level of the people. With her efforts, Japan gradually regained its vitality and people's lives were improved.

Emperor Qianlong also realized his mistakes and faults in this war. He began to reflect on his own way of ruling and tried to correct his shortcomings. He strengthened the supervision and management of officials and implemented a series of reform measures to make the rule of the Qing Dynasty more stable and prosperous. At the same time, he also expressed deep apologies and care for the people of Japan and promised to give them more help and support.

In this war, Li Qingge not only showed her courage and wisdom, but also her kindness and tolerance. She proved the power and value of women with her actions, and set an example for future generations. Her story has been widely praised by future generations and has become a good story. The Japanese people will always remember her kindness and contribution, and regard her as their hero and patron saint. In the days to come, they will continue to inherit and carry forward her spirit, and work hard for this land and this peace.

The queen stayed in Kunning Palace for several days. The glazed tiles of the palace sparkled brightly in the sun, as if it was the unshakable faith in her heart. The incense in the palace rose up and intertwined with the fragrance of flowers outside the window, but it did not relieve her boredom at all. She did not give Wei Jiashi, the foxy woman, any chance to take advantage of her. This determination was just like her attitude towards palace affairs, vigorous and resolute, and could not be questioned.

It's sad to say that after so many years, the emperor still misses the late Empress Fucha in his heart and has never looked at her sincerity. Empress Fucha, the woman who existed like a myth in the palace, her image is as clear as yesterday in the queen's mind. She is a virtuous queen, kind and soft-hearted, and tolerant to everyone. She is good at both home and outside, filial to the queen mother, and considerate to the servants. The harem is in order under her care, as if everything is under her control. Even if the emperor favors other concubines, she is very generous, not angry or jealous, and accepts it with a smile. This mind and this demeanor made Queen Nara admire her gentleness and virtue.

But sometimes the queen would wonder, does Empress Fucha really love the emperor that much? If you really love someone, how can you not be jealous and hate when you see your sweetheart favoring other women? The queen herself finds it difficult to think about it. Every time she sees Qianlong favoring Wei Jia and other women, her heart feels like it's being fried in oil, and it hurts like a needle. That kind of pain goes deep into the bone marrow and is indescribable. She also knows that jealousy is not a good virtue, especially as a queen, she must abide by the code of conduct for women and set a good example for all women in the world. But she just can't control her heart. She knew that Wei Jia was of humble origin, and even if she was favored, it would not shake her position as queen, but feelings are something that cannot be controlled by people.

The queen sat in front of the bronze mirror, looking at herself in the mirror. Her face remained the same, but her heart had aged. She sighed softly, and the sigh echoed in the empty palace, sounding particularly desolate. She stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the scenery outside. The flowers in the garden of Kunning Palace were in full bloom, but her heart was desolate.

"Alas..." The queen sighed again, and was about to rest against Qianlong. She lay gently on the dragon bed, feeling the breath of the man beside her. For so many years, they slept in the same bed but had different dreams, but she still longed to be close to him, even if it was just for a moment of tenderness.

Suddenly, Qianlong frowned, tightly grasped the brocade quilt with auspicious dragons and phoenixes, and mumbled in his sleep. When the queen heard it, she sat up quickly, took his hand and asked, "Did you have a nightmare?" Her voice was full of concern and worry.

"My country, how can the Qing Dynasty fall? No, it won't..." Qianlong sat up suddenly and shouted, "Come here, catch the traitors!" His voice was full of fear and despair. The guards heard it and knocked on the door, but were shouted away by the queen.

"It turned out to be a dream." Qianlong sighed, cold sweat broke out on his back, and he shivered with cold. He hugged the queen tightly, as if to draw strength from her. This dream was too terrible. He had lived for fifty years and been an emperor for twenty-five years, but he had never seen such a scary scene. In the dream, the queen of Dayan led the army all the way north, with cannons and muskets, and was not afraid of anything. The Qing army was defeated. In the end, even the Forbidden City was lost, and the Qing Dynasty was finished. He wanted to take the remaining Eight Banners children back to the northeast and plan to make a comeback. As a result, the queen had seen through his plan and cut off his retreat. In the blink of an eye, he and those royal nobles became prisoners. The queen's means were cruel. She learned from the way Japan treated the untouchables. Not only did she humiliate the royal family, but she also sent their wives, concubines and daughters to the place of fireworks to be bullied. Hearing that the royal family could play around, those people rushed over like crazy, wanting to taste the concubines and princesses. What's more, some people are willing to spend a large sum of money to buy the Queen Mother's company for a night.

The empress was terrified as she listened to Qianlong's narration. She hugged Qianlong tightly and tried to comfort him: "Your Majesty, don't be afraid, it was just a dream. How can the Qing Dynasty fall with you?" Her voice was full of determination and faith.

Qianlong listened to the queen's words and gradually calmed down. He looked at the queen with gratitude, as if at this moment, only she was his most solid support. He gently stroked the queen's hair, feeling her warmth and tenderness.

"Honeymelon, quickly prepare some brown rice and coix seed soup, it's very effective in curing nightmares." The queen suddenly remembered something and instructed the maid Honeymelon beside her, "Don't overcook it, bring it up as soon as the water boils. Use a large pot, as big as a five-sea bowl!" Her voice was filled with anxiety and concern.

When Mi Gua heard this, she hurried away. After a while, she came back with a large pot of brown rice and barley soup. The queen took the pot and poured a bowl for Qianlong herself. Qianlong took the bowl and drank it in one breath. The soup tasted light, but it had a fragrance that seemed to wash away the fear and uneasiness in his heart.

After drinking the soup, Qianlong lay down on the bed again. The queen stayed beside him, patting his back gently, like coaxing a child. Gradually, Qianlong's breathing became steady, and he fell asleep again. But this time, his dream was free of fear and despair, only the good times he had with the queen.

The queen looked at the sleeping Qianlong, and a warm current surged in her heart. She knew that no matter what happened, she would be by his side and face it together. Because in this palace, they were the closest people and the most solid support for each other.

As the night deepened, Kunning Palace was completely silent. Only the moonlight from the window shone in, illuminating the couple who depended on each other for survival. Their figures looked particularly warm and happy under the moonlight, as if all their worries and sorrows had disappeared at this moment. The flowers outside the window also became more beautiful under the moonlight, as if they were also blessing the couple's love.

It was so miserable, the scene was like hell on earth, and it was unbearable to watch. The women were forced to serve those vulgar guests, their faces were full of humiliation and despair, tears welled up in their eyes, but they dared not let them fall easily, for fear of angering those brutal conquerors. The Queen of Dayan was even more mad, her eyes were as cold as a knife, as if she could cut through all the warmth and hope. She castrated all the strong men in the Aixinjueluo family and sent them to the harem to serve the maids and eunuchs. Those royal nobles who were once high and mighty were now like livestock, being driven and humiliated at will.

Back then, they were high and mighty, and treated the palace maids and eunuchs as non-human beings, beating and scolding them at will, and even executing them at will. In their eyes, the palace maids and eunuchs were nothing more than humble slaves, soft persimmons that they could squeeze at will. But now, the identities have been reversed, and the palace maids and eunuchs have become their masters, who can boss them around and even humiliate them at will. This huge gap in status makes it difficult for them to accept and even more difficult to bear. The humiliation and torture they are suffering now are really worse than death. Their hearts are filled with endless regret and despair, but they are powerless to change the status quo and can only endure it all silently.

Qianlong saw it all and was anxious. His eyes were full of anger and helplessness, but he had no way out. He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh, as if to vent his anger and unwillingness. He could only watch his people become eunuchs one by one, watch their dignity being trampled on, and watch their lives being taken away. His heart was filled with endless pain and sorrow, but he was powerless to save it all.

The Aixinjueluo family was cut off from the incense, and went to extinction in endless humiliation and torture. The scene was more than ten times worse than that of the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Youjian. Although Zhu Youjian was also a king who lost his country, at least he had tried hard and tried to save the Ming Dynasty. And what about Qianlong? He could only watch the Qing Dynasty collapse in his hands, but he was powerless.

Qianlong woke up from this nightmare, his face full of fear and sweat, as if he had just experienced a life-and-death struggle. The queen quickly lit a calming incense, and the fragrance rose and filled the entire bedroom, bringing a sense of peace and tranquility. She gently put clothes on Qianlong and asked him gently: "Your Majesty, what terrible thing did you dream about?"

Qianlong took a deep breath of the fragrance and calmed down a little. He replied with a trembling voice: "I dreamed that the Qing Dynasty was destroyed by the fierce army of Dayan, and our relatives became prisoners of the Queen of Dayan. Then they were tortured to death one by one. The scene was horrible." His eyes were full of fear and despair, as if the nightmare was still continuing.

When the Queen heard this, she smiled and comforted him: "Your Majesty, this is just a dream and it will never come true. You are the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, the true dragon son of heaven. You are blessed by God. How can your country be destroyed so easily?" Her words were gentle but firm, trying to bring a little comfort and hope to Qianlong.

There was still fear in Qianlong's eyes. He sighed, "The world is unpredictable! Just like that green-faced banshee who instigated the people to rebel, I thought she was a mob and nothing to be afraid of. I wanted to send a large army to wipe her out, but she succeeded and occupied half of the south. She kept challenging my authority, but I was helpless. The frustration in my heart is really indescribable." His tone was full of helplessness and anger, as if the shadow of the green-faced banshee was still looming over his heart.

The queen added: "Although Queen Dayan is powerful, she would not be so cruel to us... After all, we have no grudges against her." Her words were full of doubts and confusion, trying to relieve some of Qianlong's psychological burden.

Qianlong waved his hand to interrupt her and sighed, "You are in the deep palace, how can you know the dangers outside? The Queen of Dayan is no different from a male emperor in all aspects except for her female gender. She is even more ruthless and decisive, and her methods are more cruel than any male emperor." His eyes were full of fear and dread of the Queen of Dayan, as if the image of that female devil had been deeply engraved in his heart.

He went on, his tone full of helplessness and fear: "Before, Ono Nantoku from Japan crossed the sea to ask for help, saying that the Dayan Navy was attacking Japan. At first, I didn't believe they had such great capabilities, and thought that Japan's natural barriers were enough to resist foreign enemies. It was not until the news of Japan's destruction came that I believed it was true. Later, I sent people to investigate the battle situation between Dayan and Japan in detail, and it was simply terrifying! The artillery, guns, and warships of the Dayan Navy were far beyond my imagination. Japan thought that its natural barriers were difficult to attack, but in the end it was like paper in front of Dayan, and it broke with a blow. After a few shots, Japan was gone. Although our Qing Dynasty has a vast territory, it has no sea borders as a barrier and it is difficult to support it for a long time. I am afraid that it will be destroyed by Dayan's artillery in the end." His tone was full of fear of Dayan and worry about its future.

The queen was horrified when she heard this. Although she was in the deep palace, she had heard some rumors about the Queen of Dayan. The cruelty and ruthlessness of the female devil made her shudder. She held Qianlong's hand tightly, trying to give him some strength and comfort.

In fact, the queen had a secret in her heart. She knew that the Queen of Dayan was actually the biological daughter of Emperor Qianlong. This secret was like a huge rock pressing on her heart, making her breathless. She had wanted to tell Emperor Qianlong the truth countless times, but she was afraid that revealing this secret would bring disaster. So she could only silently endure this pain and suffering.

Seeing Qianlong so panicked and helpless, she felt mixed emotions. She wanted to tell the truth, but was afraid of causing greater disturbances and disasters. So she could only hold back and continue to comfort Qianlong with gentle words: "Your Majesty, don't worry. With a wise ruler like you leading us, we will definitely get through this difficult time. Although the Queen of Dayan is powerful, she may not be able to break through our defenses. We must have confidence and determination to overcome all difficulties."

After hearing the words of the queen, Qianlong felt a little comforted. He held the queen's hand tightly, as if to draw some strength and courage from it. He knew that no matter how difficult and dangerous the future would be, he could not give up easily. Because he was the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, the true dragon emperor, he would fight to the end for the country and people of the Qing Dynasty.

The queen took a deep breath, which seemed to contain thousands of words, but lingered in her throat, and finally turned into a helpless sigh and swallowed it back. Her eyes flashed with complex emotions, both pity for Qianlong and worry about the future. She walked gently to Qianlong's side, stretched out her hand, wanting to smooth the wrinkles between his eyebrows, but seemed afraid to disturb the waves in his heart.

Qianlong struggled to move to the bedside. His body was so weak that he seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind. His face was frighteningly pale, like the last snowflake about to wither in winter. He panted, his voice low and weak: "The Qing Dynasty has ruled the Central Plains for a hundred years. After the governance of the Holy Ancestor Kangxi and the late Emperor Yongzheng, the country has become increasingly powerful. I have taken over this country for twenty years, and I am determined to create more glory. This is why there is the reputation of 'Kangxi and Qianlong's prosperous era'. But who would have thought that the endless rainstorm four years ago was like a punishment from God, which changed everything."

His eyes revealed deep helplessness and confusion, as if he was questioning why the heavens had allowed the Qing Dynasty to suffer such a disaster. The appearance of the green-faced banshee made him even more upset. He murmured to himself: "Why does she have such extraordinary abilities? What did I do wrong to have to endure such torture?"

The queen whispered softly to comfort him, "Your Majesty, you are not wrong. Things in the world are unpredictable, but you will never reach a dead end. The spirits of our ancestors in heaven will surely bless the continuation of the Aisin-Gioro family's bloodline and the eternal consolidation of imperial power." Her voice was gentle but firm, trying to bring a little comfort to Qianlong.

However, Qianlong's melancholy was hard to conceal. He sighed, "I want the Qing dynasty to last for thousands of years, but now I am unable to do so." His eyes revealed deep fatigue and helplessness, as if he had seen the future fate of the Qing dynasty.

He was in deep fear and continued, "I know that the Queen of Dayan is powerful, but her horror is far beyond my imagination. If I hadn't heard it with my own ears and seen it with my own eyes, it would be unbelievable. Under such a beautiful face, there is such a cruel heart. Three hundred thousand Japanese warriors were slaughtered under her orders. Her cruelty is even worse than that of Wu Zetian and Empress Lu."

Qianlong's voice trembled, and he was obviously shocked and horrified by the cruel behavior of the Queen of Dayan. He seemed to be able to imagine the tragic war, where those innocent warriors were slaughtered under the Queen's order, with blood flowing like a river and corpses everywhere.

When the queen heard that Qianlong had misunderstood Li Qingge (the Queen of Dayan), she felt sad. She hurriedly explained: "Your Majesty, she is not the kind of person you think..." However, she was interrupted by Qianlong.

"As a woman, how can you understand the difficulties of the world?" Qianlong's voice was filled with a bit of impatience and dissatisfaction. He seemed to feel that the queen could not understand his difficulties and could not appreciate the huge pressure he faced.

The queen was stunned. She looked at Qianlong with a look of grievance and helplessness in her eyes. She knew that Qianlong was in a very complicated mood at the moment, but she also hoped to share some of his worries. However, Qianlong did not give her this opportunity.

He continued, "The Queen of Dayan is ambitious and insatiable. How can the land in the south satisfy her desires? Given her character, the day when she goes north is just around the corner. When that time comes, how should I respond?" There was a hint of anxiety and panic in his voice, as if he had already anticipated the future crisis of the Qing Dynasty.

"I heard Ono Nande say, 'Those who are not my kind must have different hearts.' She sees herself as the emperor of the Han Dynasty, and I am the emperor of the Manchus. In her eyes, the Qing Dynasty is just a foreign race, so how could she let it go so easily?" Qianlong's voice was bitter and helpless. He seemed to have seen the irreconcilable contradictions and conflicts between the Qing Dynasty and the Yan Dynasty.

He covered his forehead with his hands and sighed: "Queen, I am afraid that I will become the second Emperor Chongzhen. If such a day really comes, how can I face my ancestors? How can I face the Aisin-Gioro family?" There was a bit of sadness and despair in his voice, as if he had already foreseen his fate.

The queen felt a pang of sorrow in her heart. She looked at Qianlong's decadent appearance, and her heart was filled with endless worries and helplessness. She had never seen Qianlong so weak and helpless. Even when Empress Xiaoxian (Fucha) died, he did not lose his composure like this. She knew that Qianlong's mood at the moment was very complicated. He was worried about the future of the Qing Dynasty, and he was helpless and sad about his own fate.

She wanted to tell the truth, to tell Qianlong that Queen Dayan was actually his biological daughter, an illegitimate child he had with a Han woman. However, she could not do so. She loved Qianlong deeply, but as a mother, she loved her children even more. In the harem, her honor and disgrace were closely linked to her children. How could she be soft-hearted about this matter? Otherwise, she, Xiaowu (Yongyan's nickname), and Yongqi would all be in danger.

Outside the window, the autumn rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the cold wind was penetrating. The sound of the rain seemed to be the cry of nature, and also seemed to be the elegy for the future of the Qing Dynasty. Qianlong lay on the bed, listening to the sound of the rain, his heart filled with endless worries and helplessness. He seemed to have seen the future fate of the Qing Dynasty, which would be an endless disaster and suffering.

However, he was helpless and could only bury his head in the sand like an ostrich, praying for the blessing of his ancestors and hoping that the Qing Dynasty would survive. His heart was filled with endless sadness and despair, as if he had already foreseen his own fate and the future of the Qing Dynasty.

The queen looked at Qianlong's decadent appearance, and her heart was filled with endless pity and helplessness. She wanted to share some of his sorrow, but she was powerless. She could only silently accompany him, pray for him, and bless him.

However, fate will not change because of their prayers and blessings. The future of the Qing Dynasty and the ambition of the Queen of Dayan have become irreversible facts. They can only endure it all silently and wait for the arrangement of fate.

In this endless disaster and suffering, Qianlong and the Queen seemed to have become two lonely souls, drifting in the vast sea of ​​people, looking for each other's support and comfort. However, they could not change each other's fate, nor could they change the future of the Qing Dynasty.

They could only endure it all silently, waiting for the arrangement of fate. The autumn rain outside the window seemed to be crying for them and mourning for the future of the Qing Dynasty. In this endless disaster and suffering, they seemed to have become two helpless children, lost in the vast sea of ​​people, looking for each other's support and warmth.

Yang Tianxiong and Su Xiaomei, the two most capable assistants under Li Qingge, cooperated perfectly. Yang Tianxiong, with a burly figure and a heroic look, often wandered around the former court, and his sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through all the wind and grass. Su Xiaomei, with a petite figure and a pretty face, had a sharp mind. She could always capture the subtle changes in the seemingly calm but actually turbulent waters of the harem.

In this way, Qianlong's every move, whether it was the decision-making in the court or the private affairs in the harem, could not escape Li Qingge's sharp eyes. She sat in the magnificent palace, closed her eyes and rested, as if everything was under control.

"Xiaomei, I know all about your hard work these days." Li Qingge's voice was calm but with a hint of majesty. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at Su Xiaomei who was standing below.

Xiaomei quickly replied: "I am only following your orders, how dare I complain? Your Majesty, you are the one who is really working hard, planning and strategizing, winning battles thousands of miles away, and setting up this tight net." Her words were full of admiration and loyalty to Li Qingge.

Li Qingge rubbed her temples gently and sighed, "Everything I have done is in accordance with the trend of the times. Those guys from Japan dared to provoke me, so I hardened my heart and slaughtered hundreds of thousands of their troops in one fell swoop, to give the Qing court a warning and let them know how powerful I am. In this way, they will be convinced without having to resort to real knives and guns." Her eyes revealed a kind of determination and coldness, but also a careful consideration of the overall situation.

Upon hearing this, Su Xiaomei smiled and complimented, "Your Majesty, this is a brilliant move. You have traded the lives of hundreds of thousands of Japanese people for the peace of the people in the north. This deal is worth it! Your Majesty, this move is both kind and decisive, it's amazing!" Her smile was full of admiration and respect for Li Qingge.

Li Qingge continued, her face full of disgust: "Those Japanese are worse than animals, their deaths are not a pity. However, if their deaths can bring about the unification of our China, it will be their contribution." Her voice revealed a deep hatred for the Japanese, but also a firm belief in the great cause of unification.

Changing the subject, Li Qingge asked, "I heard that Qianlong has been feeling uneasy lately, always suspecting that someone is trying to harm him, and even has to be careful when eating and drinking?" There was a hint of teasing and amusement in her eyes.

Xiaomei smiled and replied, "Who has the guts to tamper with the emperor's diet? Wouldn't that be courting death? Your Majesty, you are smart and have already made arrangements. You asked an imperial physician to add some herbal medicine that can calm the nerves but also disturb the mind into Qianlong's shampoo. The medicinal properties are very slight and almost unnoticeable, but if it meets agarwood, the effect will be doubled, causing Qianlong to have nightmares at night." Her smile was full of admiration and praise for Li Qingge's strategy.

Li Qingge listened and nodded slightly, with a playful smile on her face. The Yingge Green that she gave to the empress was a rare gem. On the surface, it was a filial piety, but in fact it was also a carefully planned move. She wanted to use the empress's hand to indirectly "show filial piety" to Qianlong, but this way of showing filial piety was a little less serious. Whenever she thought of Qianlong's nightmares every night because of the Yingge Green, she couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.

Su Xiaomei went on to say, "Qianlong is now like a fish trapped in a net. He is terribly afraid of your Majesty, and even dreams at night of the Yan army's cavalry rushing into the Forbidden City, destroying his Qing Dynasty, and killing his descendants. He even wants to punish him by making him sweep the toilet like they did the Emperor of Japan." Her voice was full of ridicule and contempt for Qianlong.

Li Qingge couldn't help laughing when she heard this: "If we really want to punish him, sweeping the toilet is nothing? He should be made to wear a dragon robe to stamp people's books and write a hundred limericks every day. If he writes one less, he won't be given any food!" Her laughter was crisp and pleasant, but it carried an indescribable majesty and domineering aura.

Li Qingge almost laughed out loud when she thought of Qianlong's miserable look. She seemed to have seen Qianlong under her control, like a helpless trapped beast, at the mercy of others. This kind of control and manipulation of power gave her an unprecedented satisfaction and pleasure.

Su Xiaomei couldn't help laughing, but then she became worried again: "Your Majesty, aren't you afraid that Qianlong will know that you are the Queen's daughter and use the Queen and the Twelfth Prince to threaten you?" Her eyes revealed her concern and worry for Li Qingge.

Li Qingge smiled lightly and said confidently: "He dare not, and will not do such a stupid thing. I killed 300,000 samurai in Japan and turned that island country into a living hell. People in the Qing court regarded me as a ruthless character like Empress Lu and Empress Wu Zetian, and believed that I would do anything for power. Since they all think that I am the same kind of person as Empress Lu and Empress Wu, how could they care about family affection?" Her voice revealed a kind of contempt and disdain for the Qing court, but also pride and determination in her own identity.

"Foolish thing? This..." Su Xiaomei frowned after listening to Li Qingge's explanation, as if she still didn't quite understand. She didn't understand why Li Qingge was so confident that Qianlong would not threaten her with the Queen and the Twelve Prince. But Li Qingge was too lazy to explain any more. She knew that some things were meaningless if they were explained bluntly. She just needed to know that the path she was taking was the right one, that was enough.

So, she closed her eyes again and began to think about the next plan. Su Xiaomei stood silently by the side, waiting for her instructions. In this magnificent palace, the two women were controlling the fate of the entire court in an indescribable way. And Qianlong, the emperor who was once high above, was now like a fly trapped in a spider web, unable to extricate himself, waiting for their judgment.

The sunlight outside the window shines through the clouds and shines on the golden roof of the palace, flashing a dazzling light. However, under this light, there are endless undercurrents and conspiracies. Li Qingge and Su Xiaomei, the two women who call the shots in the palace, are writing their own legends in a way that no one else can.

Qianlong, the once glorious emperor, could only struggle helplessly in this palace full of undercurrents. He didn't know how long he could hold on, nor did he know what his final fate would be. He only knew that he had been drawn into an inescapable vortex and couldn't extricate himself.

In this secret war, Li Qingge and Su Xiaomei seemed to be two ruthless hunters, and Qianlong was their prey. They used wisdom and tactics to force him into a desperate situation step by step, leaving him nowhere to escape. Qianlong could only wait helplessly for the judgment of fate in this desperate situation.

However, this secret war is far from over. Li Qingge and Su Xiaomei, the two powerful women in the palace, will continue their plots and plans. And Qianlong will continue his struggle and resistance in this secret war. This palace storm will continue to play out their legendary story.