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

Outside the deepest, most secret workshop of the Ministry of Works, designated as Class A.

The two heavy steel doors were tightly shut.

Minister of Works Zhang Bailian and Chief Craftsman Lu Dachui paced back and forth outside the door like ants on a hot pan.

"Three days! A full three days!"

Zhang Bailian was so anxious that he kept pulling at his beard, and his eyes were red.

"The Imperial Concubine locked herself inside and hasn't even had a sip of water!"

Lu Dachui was covered in sweat, holding a large black iron hammer in his hand, and he was so anxious that he kept rubbing his hands together.

"Lord Zhang, the Imperial Concubine is carrying the Emperor's child!"

This workshop is full of extremely dangerous fiery array patterns and psionic cores. If we were to harm the fetus, even if we had a hundred heads, it wouldn't be enough to chop us off!

Zhang Bailian sighed heavily.

"How could I not know? But the Imperial Concubine gave a death order: anyone who dares to approach the gate will have the psionic destruction cannon inside detonated! Who dares to force their way in?"

Separated by the heavy iron gate, the two listened to the occasional faint cracking sounds coming from inside, their hearts burning with anxiety.

Inside the workshop, separated by only one wall.

The light was dim, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and the acrid smell of molten metal.

The once spacious ground was now piled high with crumpled-up discarded blueprints and scattered parts, leaving no room to even step.

A petite figure was lying on the huge workbench in the center of the workshop.

Gu Ling'er.

The girl who was usually innocent, quirky, and would only cling to Lin Mo's clothes and act coquettishly when she got into trouble was now like a completely different person.

Her hair was disheveled, and her once bright and sparkling eyes were now filled with terrifying bloodshot veins, with two dark circles under her eyes.

His lips were dry, cracked, and peeling, and his face was so pale it was devoid of any color.

"No... the compression ratio is still wrong..."

Gu Ling'er gripped the charcoal pencil tightly in her right hand, frantically sketching and calculating on the huge blueprints covering the table.

At the very top of the drawing were three menacing characters: Sky-Breaking Cannon!

"The array patterns can't withstand such violent spiritual power; the three-stage propulsion will explode prematurely..."

Gu Ling'er muttered to herself as if possessed.

She grabbed a miniature psionic core the size of a fist from the table and forcibly injected her true energy into it for a stress test.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The core couldn't withstand the pressure and exploded, black smoke instantly engulfing Gu Ling'er's face.

If this had happened before, she would have dropped everything and run to Lin Mo to cry and seek comfort.

But now, she didn't even blink.

Gu Ling'er mechanically wiped the soot off her face with her sleeve, staring intently at the blueprint titled "Skybreaker Cannon".

In his mind, the image of Lin Mo being forcibly dragged into the void rift by that strange chain replayed again and again.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she forced them back.

"My husband... wait for Ling'er."

Gu Ling'er gritted her teeth and spoke slowly and deliberately, her voice terribly hoarse.

"Whether it's the Upper Realm or the Celestial Realm that kidnapped you, I will definitely create a super bomb that can blast a hole in the sky!"

She took a deep breath, picked up the charcoal pencil again, and prepared to re-decipher the array pattern.

However, the intense sleep deprivation and exhaustion over three consecutive days and nights pushed her body to its limits.

A sudden, excruciating, stabbing pain shot through my abdomen.

"Well……"

Gu Ling'er groaned, threw away the charcoal pencil, and tightly covered her slightly protruding belly with both hands.

Large beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead and landed on the blueprints.

She was trembling with pain, but she bit her lip so she wouldn't make a sound.

"Baby, be good...don't make a fuss..."

Gu Ling'er gently stroked her belly, a hint of madness and determination flashing in her eyes.

"Help Mother... to bring Father back..."

Outside.

When Zhang Bailian heard the sudden silence inside, his heart skipped a beat.

"No! We can't wait any longer!"

Zhang Bailian gritted his teeth.

"Her Imperial Concubine is pregnant! If something were to happen to her, the entire Heavenly Dynasty would collapse!"

Lu Dachui swung his massive black iron hammer, his eyes bloodshot: "Smash the door! If anything happens, I, Lu Dachui, will take the blame with my life!"

Just as Lu Dachui raised his hammer high, preparing to force his way through the door...

Suddenly, an extremely terrifying, violent aura, seemingly capable of destroying everything, emanated from the workshop.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar erupted!

The floor tiles throughout the entire Ministry of Works building began to shake violently.

A short, startled cry came from inside the door, followed by complete silence.

Thick black smoke billowed wildly out from the cracks in the steel gate.

Zhang Bailian and Lu Dachui were terrified, their souls nearly flying out of their bodies.

The two men rushed to the door and frantically pounded on the scorching hot iron door.

"Your Highness! Your Highness, what's wrong?!"

"Someone come quick! Break down the door! Break down the door for me!"

"Clang!"

Two heavy steel doors, each weighing over a thousand pounds, were kicked open from the inside.

Lu Dachui's black iron hammer was still raised in mid-air, and he was frozen like a statue.

Thick black smoke billowed out in a rush.

Gu Ling'er, with her hair all frizzy, burst out of the black smoke.

"I did it! I did it!"

She was clutching a roll of blueprints with sparks still flying from the edges, jumping and hopping around.

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

"Your Majesty! My goodness! Are you alright? Quickly, summon the imperial physician!"

Gu Ling'er grabbed Zhang Bailian by the collar and forcefully lifted him up from the ground.

"Summon the imperial physicians! Summon the craftsmen! Bring them all here!"

Gu Ling'er slapped the blueprints onto Zhang Bailian's face.

"Look closely! This is called the Sky-Piercing Cannon!"

Zhang Bailian frantically ripped the blueprint off his face.

The drawings were covered with dense, scribbled patterns and lines.

"Your Majesty, isn't this our psionic destruction cannon?"

"Are you blind?"

Gu Ling'er slapped Zhang Bailian's official hat.

"This is called 'drastic modification'! Do you even know what 'drastic modification' means?!"

She pointed to the core area on the drawing, speaking very quickly.

"Tear down all the original single-core spirit-gathering arrays! Replace them with eight-core interconnected nine-turn compression arrays!"

"Make the cannon barrel thicker and longer! Recast it using a 3:7 ratio of black iron and mithril! Inscribe three thousand wind-element acceleration array patterns inside!"

"Add an anti-seismic array to the base! Otherwise, the recoil from firing the cannon could blow the capital city up!"

Zhang Bailian covered his head.

"Your Majesty, eight cores connected in series? This spiritual energy compression ratio exceeds the critical value; it'll explode!"

"Let it explode! As long as it explodes after the shell has left the barrel, it's not called a barrel explosion, it's called secondary propulsion!"

Gu Ling'er put her hands on her hips.

"Enough talk! Here are the blueprints! I want to see three thousand craftsmen assembled at the training ground within half an hour!"

Zhang Bailian slapped his thigh:

"Your Majesty, the craftsmen have just worked three sleepless nights in a row; even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare to be used like this!"

"Deduct funds."

"I will take care of it immediately!"

Zhang Bailian quickly changed his words and turned to run outside.

Lu Dachui leaned forward, staring at the blueprints and swallowing hard.

"Your Majesty, isn't the yield of this cannonball too great? If it were fired, nothing would grow within a hundred miles."

"Big? I think it's too small!"

Gu Ling'er jumped up and down.

"My husband taught me that truth lies only within the range of cannons! The fear of insufficient firepower is a terminal illness; only caliber can cure it!"

Lu Dachui gave a thumbs up:

"Your Majesty's insight is brilliant! I'll go and start a fire to forge the iron right away!"