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The temperature in the air was rising, and Yang Yichen felt the heat beneath him suddenly surge. Suddenly, he stopped abruptly, rolled over, and lay beside Liu Qingxi.
Liu Qingxi slowly came to her senses, a faint blush on her face, with Yang Yichen's heavy breathing next to her.
"Xier, I can barely hold on anymore. What should I do?" At that critical moment, he pulled back the last shred of his rationality. They weren't married yet; he wanted to give her the best.
Liu Qingxi's face turned completely red, and the sound of the boy's heavy breaths made her feel a pang of guilt. "Chen, I..."
"Just go to sleep. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what might happen next."
Originally, she wanted to say that she could handle it, but Yang Yichen suddenly interrupted her.
Liu Qingxi felt a wave of emotion; only true love would not seek merely to possess the other's body but would carefully want to keep the best for them.
A feeling called happiness filled her chest completely. Accompanied by feelings of gratitude and joy, Liu Qingxi drifted off to sleep.
Yang Yichen endured the pain below that felt like it was about to burst for a long time and found it hard to fall asleep. He wished he could just make it official right now.
The next morning, Liu Qingxi had a wonderfully sweet sleep and woke up feeling refreshed.
On the other hand, smelling the faint fragrance from the girl beside him, Yang Yichen felt like he was about to explode from holding it in. With dark circles under his eyes, he went to court.
Today, he had to present the latest weapons to the emperor. This was also a bargaining chip for his freedom in marriage. He believed that as long as his weapons could be deployed on the battlefield in large quantities and play an important role, Dugu Han would not want to lose him as a minister.
As long as he wasn't a complete tyrant, anyone would know what the best choice was.
Coincidentally, after the Mid-Autumn Festival, conditions were good across various regions, and nothing significant had occurred. The morning court ended quite early.
"Yang Aiqing, wait a moment. I will come to your Ministry of Works in an hour. The rest of you officials should also go over and observe."
Suddenly, today's Ministry of Works became the focus of attention for the ministers, and Yang Yichen became the object of their envy and jealousy.
An hour later, at the Ministry of Works' dedicated Training Ground for weapon drills.
Led by Yang Yichen, the officials of the Ministry of Works carefully inspected the new weapon to prevent any accidents.
Officials from other departments had already arrived, watching the lively scene unfold.
"This strange-looking thing was created by Lord Yang?" one curious official reached out to touch it.
Another scoffed dismissively, rolling his eyes. "Who knows if it's real or not? I think he's deceiving the emperor. When His Majesty arrives, I want to see how he handles it." As a fellow candidate who had taken the exam together, he couldn't understand why Yang Yichen was thriving while he himself received no such favor.
"What can you do about it? It's not his fault you're incompetent."
The official, who was mocked out of jealousy towards Yang Yichen, felt a surge of indignation.
At that moment, a Bright Yellow Carriage slowly approached, flanked by a long procession of guards armed with gleaming curved swords, ready to spring into action at any moment.
Fortunately, everything went smoothly without any incidents, successfully delivering Dugu Han. They all breathed a sigh of relief.
"The Emperor has arrived! The Empress has arrived!"
At the training ground of the Ministry of Works, targets made of grass stood firm in place. Upon hearing the announcement, the officials stood at attention: "Long live our Emperor!"
"All you ministers may rise," Dugu Han said, looking satisfied at the ministers' reactions. "Lord Yang, since everyone is here, let's not waste time and begin now!"
Yang Yichen cupped his hands in salute; dressed in official robes among everyone else, he appeared even more handsome.
Then, one of the officers from the Ministry of Works, following Yang Yichen's instructions, brought the New-Style Crossbow to the center.
"Your Majesty, this is the weapon I have newly manufactured. Although it is made from ordinary materials, its power has doubled. If we use refined iron, the effect will be even better."
"Alright, we can begin!" As Yang Yichen explained, Dugu Han slowly gave the order.
The soldiers carefully placed several carved Feathers into the bow's slot. As they pulled the bowstring tightly and then suddenly released it, the arrow shot out like a bolt of lightning.
In an instant, the Feather struck deep into the farthest Cushion with a loud bang, embedding itself within.
Due to the inertia of the impact, the Cushion shook violently before gradually returning to calm.
At the same time, three other arrows of the same size left the crossbow and struck into three other Cushions, their power not diminished but rather increased, making it an astonishing invention.
An official who had just mocked Yang Yichen for boasting and creating a gimmick stood frozen in place, unable to believe that this was real and that it had performed even better than expected.
It was truly a moment of slapping faces!
Yang Yichen calmly observed this scene, fully in control and without any doubt; he had always believed in himself.
About a stick of incense later, people began to recover from their shock. Two of them couldn't help but swallow hard, utterly astonished.
Suddenly, Dugu Han laughed heartily: "Hahaha! Not bad, not bad! Lord Yang is indeed a blessing for our Western Moon!"
For those in power, aside from Dugu Han, anyone else present who wasn't foolish could recognize the significance of this New-Style Crossbow.
Indeed, it represented another groundbreaking advancement in weapon manufacturing history.
"Rewards are plentiful; I shall bestow heavy rewards. Departmental Official Yang Yichen, listen well. Today, Yang Yiche has shown remarkable talent and made significant contributions to Western Moon. Last time, with One Thousand Gold Pieces, I order you to oversee the production of weapons, and all departments must cooperate fully."
"I obey!" Yang Yiche knelt to receive the decree and paid his respects.
"We shall faithfully follow the imperial command," the other ministers echoed in unison.
This was a decree issued personally by the Emperor. Just think about it: Yang Yichen had only recently arrived in the capital and had already won Dugu Hanlong's favor, receiving multiple rewards. It was indeed an unparalleled honor.
What Yang Yichen did not know was that the better he performed, the more detestable he became in the eyes of some.
Especially today, with so many officials observing, he had truly become the center of attention for everyone.
Since Dugu Han's health had been deteriorating, he had rarely laughed heartily. However, today his mood was good, which also improved his spirit considerably.
After spending an hour outside, Dugu Han slowly returned to the palace.
In the hall behind the Imperial Study, Dugu Han lay on the bed resting. Liu Gonggong brought in medicine personally brewed by the imperial physician: "Your Majesty, it's time for you to take your medicine."
Dugu Han waved his hand helplessly: "I've taken it so many times without seeing any effect. I won't drink it anymore; take it away!"
It was only because of today's happiness that he waved his hand to refuse the medicine.
Normally, someone who valued life as much as he did would not give up on taking medicine. However, that was how it was this time, and this act of defiance instead...
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