Chapter 1143 - 1085. The Burial Progress
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Furthermore, he mandated that Jia Xu’s Oriole Agents would be permanently embedded within the workforce. Corporate espionage from greedy merchant clans would be met with immediate, lethal force. The secret of soap would be guarded as fiercely as the schematics for the Black Dragon Cannons.
Finished, Lie Fan carefully blew on the silk paper, ensuring the ink was perfectly dry. He rolled the scrolls tight, binding them with leather cords, and set them aside on his desk, ready to be delivered to the Ministry of Works in the morning.
He then placed his hand flat against the heavy, leather bound cover of the Book of Knowledge. With a quiet thought, the tome shimmered and dissolved back into the ethereal space of his system inventory, perfectly safe from any prying eyes.
The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, casting the study into deep shadow, illuminated only by the flickering light of a single oil lamp on his desk. The day had been impossibly long, swinging violently from the horrific depths of mass execution to the brilliant heights of chemical invention.
Lie Fan felt the absolute limit of his endurance approaching. He blew out the oil lamp, plunging the room into darkness, and quietly left the study.
He walked through the silent, moonlit corridors of the palace, returning to his private quarters. He did not seek out Diao Chan, Ying Yue, or any of his wives tonight.
He carried too much of the day’s death upon his soul, and he did not want to bring that heavy, mourning energy into their sanctuaries. He retired to his own solitary bedchamber, stripping off his robes and collapsing onto the silk sheeted bed.
Sleep claimed him instantly, pulling the Emperor into a deep, dreamless void.