Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Water droplets dripped down their skin, which was pressed together, leaving a trail of water stains on the floor.

Lin Mo walked to the large dragon bed and gently laid Lin Yun'er down.

He casually grabbed a dry, soft silk cloth and gently wiped the water droplets off her body.

Lin Yun'er was still in a daze at the moment.

Her eyes were unfocused as she stared at the magnificent dome.

My mind was a complete mess.

It happened too suddenly.

One moment she thought she was going to be beheaded, the next she became the new emperor's woman.

This is the dragon bed!

The place where the emperors of the Xia Dynasty slept.

I, a sinful slave who washes clothes in the laundry department, am lying here.

Moreover, the emperor, who was high above everyone else, was now holding a silk cloth and wiping his body little by little.

Lin Yun'er felt extremely uneasy.

Panic, shyness, and helplessness.

It felt like I was having an absurd yet beautiful dream.

She was terrified that if she closed her eyes, she would wake up from the dream and return to that dark and damp Xinzheku.

Lin Mo dried the water off her body.

He unfolded a bright yellow brocade quilt and wrapped her up tightly.

"Li Dequan,"

Lin Mo turned around and called out towards the outside of the hall.

"This old servant is here!"

Li Dequan’s respectful voice immediately came from outside the palace gate.

The old eunuch had been waiting outside, and he had heard everything that had happened in the bath.

I already had a plan in mind.

"Issue my decree."

Lin Mo stood with his hands behind his back, his voice authoritative.

"The tea-serving maid Lin Yun'er has served me well and has won my heart."

"Effective immediately, she is freed from her status as a slave and is hereby granted the title of Consort Yun, a third-rank official!"

"He is granted residence in Zhongcui Palace!"

"A reward of ten thousand taels of gold, one hundred bolts of Shu brocade, and ten bushels of pearls from the South China Sea!"

"Select a few quick and efficient palace maids and eunuchs to serve in Zhongcui Palace. From now on, Consort Yun's expenses will be arranged according to the standards for an Imperial Noble Consort!"

There was a moment of silence outside the palace gates.

Li Dequan gasped in shock.

She went directly from the lowest of the low, a slave, skipping countless ranks, to be bestowed the title of a third-rank imperial concubine.

He was also granted residence in Zhongcui Palace, one of the six palaces in the east and west.

This is like achieving instant success!

But Li Dequan was a shrewd man, and he dared not have the slightest doubt.

"Yes, Your Majesty! I will do it immediately!"

Li Dequan's voice was filled with undisguised joy, as if he himself were the one who had been favored.

"Congratulations, Consort Yun! This is a joyous occasion for Your Highness!"

Outside the palace gates came the sound of Li Dequan flattering him, followed by the sound of footsteps gradually fading into the distance.

On the dragon bed.

Lin Yun'er, wrapped up like a silkworm, was completely dumbfounded.

She stared blankly at Lin Mo.

The words "Consort Yun" and "Zhongcui Palace" kept echoing in his mind.

It wasn't until this moment that she was fully awakened from her daze.

This is not a dream!

She had truly become His Majesty's woman!

Moreover, she was granted the title of imperial concubine, thus escaping the dark and hopeless criminal record!

Father's spirit can finally rest in peace.

"Waaah..."

Lin Yun'er's eyes reddened, and tears rolled down her cheeks like beads from a broken string.

She cried tears of joy.

She struggled desperately under the quilt, trying to get out of bed and kowtow to Lin Mo.

"Your Majesty, I thank you for your great kindness!"

"Thank you for your mercy, Your Majesty!"

Wrapped in a quilt, she knelt on the soft bed, banging her head heavily against the quilt, sobbing uncontrollably.

Lin Mo couldn't help but laugh when he saw her adorable appearance.

He went over, grabbed her and the blanket, and tucked her back into the bed.

"Alright, stop banging your head. If you keep doing that, you'll really break it."

Lin Mo reached out and wiped away her tears, then pinched her chubby cheeks.

"From now on, you will be my Consort Yun. No one in this palace will dare to bully you anymore."

"Stay in bed and don't catch a cold."

Lin Yun'er sniffed and nodded obediently.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I... Your Majesty, I will stop crying."

Lin Mo smiled.

This exquisite water spirit not only tastes amazing, but her personality is also so gentle and docile that it makes one want to cherish her even more.

"Get some rest. I still have matters to attend to."

Lin Mo stood up and straightened his black dragon robe.

"Your Majesty, I respectfully see you off."

Lin Yun'er struggled to turn over in bed, intending to bow.

"No need, no need."

Lin Mo waved his hand, turned around, and strode towards the outside of the hall.

"Someone come here."

As soon as the palace door was opened, the little eunuch who had been waiting outside immediately bowed and came forward to greet them.

"Your servant is here!"

"Let's proceed to the Ministry of Works."

"As you command!"

……

Ministry of Works.

Minister of Works Zhang Bailian was pacing anxiously in the main hall with a group of officials.

With a new emperor on the throne, everything needs to be rebuilt.

Yesterday's scene of killing the chicken to scare the monkey in the Hall of Supreme Harmony has frightened the entire court into a state of panic.

This morning, the imperial edict exempting people from taxes for three years was issued again.

Zhang Bailian knew that the new emperor was about to make a big splash.

The Ministry of Works is currently short of both funds and materials, and he is worried about how to handle the upcoming tasks.

"The Emperor has arrived!"

A sharp, shrill voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Zhang Bailian's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

The officials and old craftsmen inside the hall were so frightened that they all knelt down, not daring to breathe.

Lin Mo, dressed in a black casual suit, strode into the main hall.

"Your Majesty, I, Zhang Bailian, Minister of Works, along with all officials of the Ministry of Works, pay our respects! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

"Rise."

Lin Mo walked to the head seat and sat down, getting straight to the point.

"Who is the most skilled craftsman in the Ministry of Works right now? Summon him to me."

Zhang Bailian quickly got up from the ground, turned around and waved to the back of the crowd.

A gaunt old man with gray hair and calloused hands walked out shakily and knelt in front of Lin Mo.

"This humble subject, Lu Dachui, pays his respects to Your Majesty."

Zhang Bailian carefully introduced the situation from the side.

"Your Majesty, Lu Dachui is the chief master craftsman of our Ministry of Works. His ancestors were legendary master craftsmen, and several ingenious mechanisms in this palace were made by him."

"very good."

With a flick of his wrist, Lin Mo conjured up the yellowed blueprints for manufacturing the psychic firearm.

He handed the blueprints to Lu Dachui.

"Take a look at this, see if we can build it."

Lu Dachui nervously accepted the blueprints.

At first, he thought the new emperor just wanted to create some strange and ingenious gadgets for amusement.

But when his gaze fell on the complex structure and dense array of patterns on the drawing, he froze instantly.

The lobby was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Lu Dachui's breathing became more and more rapid, and his eyes were almost glued to the blueprints.

Those calloused hands trembled violently, as if they were holding not a piece of paper, but a priceless treasure.

"This...this barrel construction, this firing pin design...I've never heard of it before! I've never seen anything like it!"

"This is... runes? Compressing spiritual energy and unleashing it instantly? Unheard of! Unseen before!"

Lu Dachui was like a madman, muttering to himself incessantly.

He even forgot that the person sitting in front of him was a ruthless tyrant who killed without blinking an eye.

He plopped down on the ground, pulled out a magnifying glass from his pocket, and scrutinized every detail on the blueprint.

Zhang Bailian was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and whispered a warning in a high-pitched voice.

"Old Lu! His Majesty is asking you a question! Can you build it or not!"