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Yin Luo paused and withdrew her hand, saying, "Don't forget, I grew up in the royal family. I've been exposed to these matters since childhood, so I naturally know a thing or two."
Mu Fengyan thought for a moment and felt that made sense, so he didn't ask further. However, his spirit was not very good, clearly affected by her earlier words.
Yin Luo looked at him and understood that such matters couldn't be decided in a short time. After all, Mu Changqing's influence was so powerful, and over the years, the relationships were deeply intertwined. Mu Fengyan had no power or status; it wouldn't be easy to bring him down.
She didn't continue speaking and suddenly remembered that she still had a drawing that was incomplete. She turned back to her desk and began to carefully sketch again.
It was almost finished; basically, everything was already drawn.
Mu Fengyan came back to his senses and saw her leaving, so he directly followed her.
He found the drawing in Yin Luo's hand strange and couldn't help but ask, "Luoluo, what are you drawing? I've never seen this before. And what are these symbols? They look so odd."
He stared at the numbers on the paper, clearly not understanding them at all.
Yin Luo simply sketched a few more lines. After completing it, she carefully reviewed the drawing and then satisfactorily handed it to Mu Fengyan, saying, "I have a favor to ask of you."
"A favor?" The earlier unpleasantness seemed to vanish in an instant. Mu Fengyan took the drawing and his eyes lit up immediately. "If you need my help, then I must assist!"
However, he looked around in confusion and asked, "What do you need me to help with?"
“Exiled Nation should have a weapons manufacturing facility, right?”
“Of course, every country has one.”
Yin Luo's eyes lit up: “The things drawn on this, have someone make one of each for me. I don’t care about speed, just precision. As for these, these are the size numbers; I’ll teach you how to recognize them.”
She took another piece of paper and marked the corresponding Arabic numbers with Chinese characters. With this, Mu Fengyan's eyes sparkled: “These characters are amazing. Now it’s clear at a glance; it’s much simpler.”
“This type of character is called a number; you must remember it well and not get it wrong. Also, about this matter, you know and I know; don’t let a third person know, especially Prince Jin!”
Mu Fengyan smiled and directly folded the drawings, tucking them into her bosom like a treasure: “I’m very happy that you thought of me; it shows you really consider me a friend. Don’t worry, I guarantee not to let a third person know. But Luoluo, what exactly are these for? They look really strange.”
“Do you consider me a friend?” Yin Luo suddenly became serious.
Mu Fengyan glanced at her and also turned serious, almost swearing: “Do I even need to say it!”
“Then don’t ask about this matter. When it’s time to tell you, I will naturally let you know.”
“Okay.” Mu Fengyan surprisingly didn’t ask anything further; she just looked at Yin Luo, her gaze becoming even brighter.
After sending Mu Fengyan off, Yin Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief.
That drawing was nothing other than a detailed structural diagram of gun parts. The reason she spoke so casually with Mu Fengyan was merely to disguise the truth behind the drawing. She couldn’t let anyone know about the existence of this gun; it would be something that could save her life in critical moments in the future.
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