Chapter 17: Warming the Bed
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“Your Highness, do you think the Wang, Wei, Sun, and Qin families will buy our coal briquette stoves?”
In the Qi Prince’s residence, in front of Xiao Ming’s sleeping quarters, lay a traditional garden.
Clear water, stone bridges, flower beds, and a vermilion-colored pavilion with carved railings standing by the water.
At this moment, dusk was approaching, and a faint twilight enveloped the residence. In the pavilion, Xiao Ming was having his meal.
Before him was a newly made gas stove. The Engineering Division had produced two units today—one had been taken by Wang Shijie, and the other had only just been completed in the evening.
Chen Wenlong, not daring to delay, had brought it over immediately.
“Heh heh, Your Highness is brilliant. If they don’t buy such a marvelous invention, then it only proves they lack vision,” Qian Dafu chuckled cheerfully.
For the past five years, Xiao Ming had spent most of his time eating, sleeping, and playing. This time, he had finally invented something useful, which could generate some income for the residence. In Qian Dafu’s view, it would be even better if the Qi Prince resumed his studies.
Ziyuan, while massaging Xiao Ming’s legs, stole glances at him.
Before coming to Qingzhou, the Qi Prince’s notorious reputation preceded him. The entire journey here, they had wept in sorrow, expecting a miserable fate.
Yet, after serving him for some time in the residence, they realized that he was not as terrible as the rumors had suggested.