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The air in the hall seemed to have solidified into amber, sealing everyone in a suffocating silence.

Night had fallen, and the wind outside the palace had picked up.

The wind howled against the carved wooden window, creating a sound like ghosts wailing and wolves howling.

It was as if countless wronged souls were scratching at the windows, trying to rush in and devour the false prosperity of the palace.

The candlelight flickered wildly on the huge bronze lampstand with its coiled dragon design, stretching and distorting the shadows of everyone present.

Shu Jingwei felt her legs go weak.

She grabbed the cold armrest of the dragon throne, her fingertips turning white from the force, barely managing to steady her swaying body.

A wave of dizziness washed over me, and the magnificent golden scenery before my eyes seemed to spin and blur.

"What happened?" Her voice trembled slightly, piercing the suffocating silence in the hall.

"explain!"

The eunuch crawled over on his hands and feet, his knees scraping the ground with a dull thud.

His forehead was pressed to the ground, his whole body trembling like a leaf, the roll of military newspaper in his hand held high, beads of sweat rolled down his temples, dripping onto the ground, leaving dark water stains.

"The North... the North has many cities..." His voice was dry and bitter, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and he swallowed hard before he could finish the sentence.

"One after another, they've fallen!"

"Now the garrison troops near the northern border are getting restless and have petitioned the capital to send troops to support them."

All the powerful ministers below were secretly listening.

Everyone was shocked upon hearing the news.

One after another, uncontrollable gasps rose and fell.

Someone dropped their teacup and it shattered on the ground, the scalding tea splashing onto the corner of their robe without them even bothering to wipe it off.

"When did Wang Meng make his move?! Didn't His Majesty send an elite force to fight his way through?!" A voice suddenly rang out.

The person who made the sound was completely unaware, their fingers unconsciously twisting the fabric of their sleeve, thinking they were muttering something in a low voice:

"Wang Meng has emerged...that's His Majesty's elite force..."

He stopped abruptly, and when he looked up, he found that everyone was staring at him.

He froze instantly, swallowing the rest of his sentence, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

He quickly lowered his head, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead.

The colleague next to him felt the gaze from above, which was almost like looking at a dead man.

I was so scared I almost lost my soul.

She immediately glared at him fiercely, wishing she could sew his troublesome mouth shut.

The owner of the voice also wished he could slap himself.

If there's no news, then what could it be?

Of course the emperor suppressed it! You're the only one with a mouth!

He cautiously peeked through his eyelids and quickly glanced in the direction of the dragon throne.

That single glance took less than half a breath, yet it was enough for him to see—

Shu Jingwei's face had indeed turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

A terrifying storm raged in those phoenix eyes, the whites of her eyes were bloodshot, the muscles in her cheeks were taut, and her lips were pressed into a pale line.

Her long fingernails dug into the armrest, making a soft, grating "crunching" sound.

She hadn't expected it either.

After witnessing the power of his elite troops, Wang Meng not only did not cower in, but dared to fight outwards!

Wang Meng, how dare he!?

A sweet, metallic smell rose in her throat, which she tried to suppress, but the stench still reached her nostrils.

She was both anxious and angry, as if her internal organs were twisted together, and the knuckles of her fingers gripping the armrests of the dragon throne turned bluish-white.

But she controlled herself, took a deep breath, and held back.

Shu Jingwei raised her head again, her face veiled with a thin layer of calm.

"My dear ministers, there is no need to panic." She tried to keep her voice steady, but the slight tremor at the end of her sentence was still impossible to suppress.

"The elite troops that went north earlier suffered a minor setback because Yao Jingyuan, who had fled to the northern border, interfered and secretly tripped them up."

She paused, slightly raised her chin, and tried to make her voice sound more confident.

"But I have already ordered the remaining two elite forces to assemble and head north, Wang Meng..."

She paused, then emphasized, "His arrogance won't last long!"

The resolute voice echoed twice in the Golden Palace.

The ministers were silent for two seconds before echoing their responses.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

"Your Majesty's judgment is divine!"

……

However, their lowered eyes revealed a lack of trust in Shu Jingwei's words.

They had just witnessed it with their own eyes—

Lin Ye casually picked up a book, which turned out to be a profound iron-smelting method that Gao Fang begged to take another look at.

Moreover, he personally stated that he would send people to deal with Shu Jingwei's elite assassins.

Suddenly, everyone thought of something—

Wang Meng!

Could it be someone he sent?

Everyone knows that Wang Meng was trained by Ye Fan and is extremely loyal to Ye Fan.

Lin Ye is Ye Fan's brother, so Wang Meng will definitely listen to him!

maybe……

This defeat was because Lin Ye used his more powerful iron-forging method to create an even better weapon for Wang Meng!

Those military officers, in particular, were extremely disdainful.

Anyway, they didn't believe that Yao Jingyuan, that pretty boy, could prevent any of those elite troops from returning.

Immediately, a burning passion arose in my heart.

What would a weapon made with a more advanced iron-smelting method, better than new iron, look like?

Several military officers couldn't help but swallow hard, their Adam's apples bobbing up and down.

He had already started making plans in his mind—

Is it possible that they would seek refuge with Wang Meng?

On the sky, Lin Ye didn't open any specific books, but instead pointed at them one by one.

Book titles flashed across the sky as he moved.

In Fengde Hall, after Gao Fang's change of attitude, no official present doubted the books anymore.

Those are all substantial works!

They looked at those rows and rows—

From iron smelting to gunpowder production, each step flashes by.

Gunpowder making!

The Great Flame also uses gunpowder; the fireworks at the Lantern Festival banquet were made with gunpowder, which Ye Fan had taught them before.

However, because Ye Fan was dismissed from his post so quickly, they only learned the basics, and the gunpowder was too weak, only enough to set off a firework.

And those books!

Those books contain more advanced methods for making gunpowder!

Several Ministry of Works officials suddenly stood up, their chairs tipping backward from the impact, but they didn't bother to catch them.

He just stared wide-eyed, his lips moving as he silently recited the book titles one by one.

His eyes were fixed on the books that flashed by, his gaze filled with longing.

I wish I could walk into that sky, grab those books, and savor them thoroughly.

……

Then there are agricultural books, which are of great interest to the people.

[Wang Datou, a commoner: That book… *Qimin Yaoshu*? Is it a book written for us commoners to make a living? Good heavens!!]

[Commoner's River: "The Complete Book of Agricultural Administration"! This title alone screams "teaching farming!" Do immortals farm too?! Their farming methods must be incredibly effective!!]

[Commoner Linmu: I really want to see that book, "Essentials of Agriculture and Sericulture"! If I learn the divine methods of farming, I'm sure I'll have a good harvest and never go hungry again!]

……

Based on the titles of the previous books, the Great Flame Man could roughly guess what they were about and longed for them immensely.

What follows are things they don't understand but find incredibly shocking.

[People in Jiangxi: "A Brief History of Time"? What kind of book is that? Did the author come back from the end of time? Did he witness the entire process from Pangu creating the world to its destruction?]

[Commoner Wang Dacheng: "The Science of Lightning?!? Good heavens! Did they turn the God of Thunder and the Goddess of Lightning into a book?!?]

[Commoner Tian Xiaocao: "Space Dynamics"? Is this a book that gods use to learn how to fly?!]

……

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