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"Your Majesty, you..." Liu Gonggong tried to persuade Dugu Han again for his health, but was waved away.
"Liu Gonggong, I understand your intentions, but I will not drink today. Please take it away!"
The imperial command is hard to defy, even if Liu Gonggong was solely considering Dugu Han's well-being.
What he did not know was that the medicine everyone claimed was good for the Emperor was precisely the culprit causing his health to deteriorate day by day; this would be revealed later.
Meanwhile, on Liu Qingxi's side, after the Mid-Autumn Festival, Liu Qingyan's life returned to normal as she resumed her studies in preparation for next year's County Examination.
As for Liu Qingxi? The model he had been working on began to take shape, resembling a child of his own. Watching it gradually improve brought him indescribable satisfaction and joy.
The temperature in the air rose steadily. Yang Yichen felt the heat beneath him suddenly surge. Suddenly, he stopped, flipped over, and lay beside Liu Qingxi.
Liu Qingxi slowly came back to her senses, her face flushed, with Yang Yichen's heavy breathing beside her.
"Xier, I can hardly hold on any longer. What should I do?" At that critical moment, he suddenly pulled back the last shred of his rationality; they were not yet married, and he wanted to give her the best.
Liu Qingxi's face turned completely red. The boy's heavy panting made her feel a pang of guilt. "Chen, I..."
"Just sleep. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what might happen next."
Originally wanting to say "I can," Liu Qingxi's words were abruptly halted by Yang Yichen.
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 give the best to each other.
A feeling called happiness filled her chest completely. Accompanied by feelings of gratitude and joy, Liu Qingxi drifted into slumber.
Yang Yichen endured the pain that felt like it was about to burst, struggling to fall asleep, wishing he could justify himself right now.
The next morning, Liu Qingxi had a deep and sweet sleep, waking up refreshed.
On the other hand, another person, inhaling the faint fragrance of the girl, felt like he was about to explode from frustration, heading to court with dark circles under his eyes.
Today, he also had to present the latest weapons to the emperor. This was a bargaining chip for his freedom in marriage. He believed that as long as his weapons could be deployed on the battlefield in large numbers and play a significant role, Dugu Han would not want to lose such a minister.
As long as he wasn't a completely incompetent ruler, he would know what the best choice was.
Coincidentally, after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the situation across various regions was stable, and nothing major had occurred. The morning court ended quite early.
"Yang Aiqing, wait a moment. I will visit your Ministry of Works in an hour. The rest of you officials should also go and observe properly."
Immediately, today's Ministry of Works became the focus of attention for the ministers, with Yang Yichen becoming the object of their envy and jealousy.
An hour later, at the Ministry of Works' training ground specifically set up for weapon demonstrations.
Led by Yang Yichen, officials from 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 is what Lord Yang created?" one curious official reached out to touch it.
Another scoffed dismissively: "Who knows if it's real or fake? I think he's deceiving the emperor. When the emperor arrives later, I want to see how he handles it." They were fellow students who had taken the same examination; why did Yang Yichen get such favorable treatment while he did not?
"What can you do about it? It's not like you have any ability yourself."
"You," the official mocked out of jealousy towards Yang Yichen, felt a surge of indignation.
At that moment, the Bright Yellow Carriage slowly approached, flanked by a long procession of guards, each armed with gleaming curved sabers, ready to spring into action at any moment.
Fortunately, everything went smoothly without any incidents, and they successfully delivered Dugu Han, letting out a long sigh of relief.
"The Emperor has arrived! The Empress has arrived!"
At the Ministry of Works' training ground, targets made of grass stood firm in place. Upon hearing the announcement, the officials stood at attention: "Long live our Emperor!"
"All ministers, please rise." Dugu Han looked at the reactions of the officials with satisfaction. "Lord Yang, now that everyone is here, let's not waste time and get started!"
Yang Yichen cupped his hands in salute, looking increasingly handsome in his official attire among the crowd.
Then, one of the soldiers from the Ministry of Works, following Yang Yichen's instructions, brought forth the New-Style Crossbow to the center.
"Your Majesty, this is the weapon I have newly manufactured. Although it uses ordinary materials, its power has doubled. If we use finely processed iron, the effect will be even better."
"Alright, we can begin!" With Yang Yichen's explanation, Dugu Han slowly gave the order.
The soldiers carefully placed several carved feathers into the crossbow's slot. As they pulled back the bowstring with force and suddenly released it, whoosh!
The arrow shot out like an arrow from a bow and struck deeply into the farthest cushion with a loud thud.
Due to the impact's inertia, the cushion shook violently before gradually settling down.
At the same time, three other arrows of equal size left their crossbows and struck three other cushions. Their power was not diminished but rather increased, making it an astonishing invention.
Just now, secretly mocking Yang Yichen for boasting, it was merely a gimmick by an official. Stunned in place, who would have thought this was actually true, and that the effect would be even better.
It was simply a rhythm of slapping faces!
Yang Yichen calmly observed the scene, everything under control, with nothing to doubt; he had always believed in himself.
About the time it takes to burn a stick of incense later, people finally turned back from their earlier 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, it was acceptable. Except for Dugu Han, anyone else watching could tell the importance of this New-Style Crossbow.
Indeed, it represented another epoch-making advancement in the history of weapon manufacturing.
"There will be rewards! I will reward heavily! Departmental Official Yang Yichen, listen to my decree: Today, Yang Yichen's talent has made a tremendous contribution to our Western Moon. Last time it was One Thousand Gold Pieces; I order you to oversee the production of weapons while all other departments cooperate fully."
"I obey!" Yang Yichen knelt to receive the decree and paid his respects.
"We shall faithfully obey the holy command," the ministers echoed in unison.
This was a decree personally issued by the emperor. Just think about it: Yang Yichen had only recently entered the capital and had already made Dugu Han so pleased that he received multiple rewards; it was truly an unparalleled honor.
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