Chapter 138: The Spirit of Craftsmanship
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“Sigh… For the sake of the people in my fief, I’m willing to do anything.”
Xiao Ming responded righteously as Ziyuan and Luluo looked at him with puzzled expressions. But after hearing his words, their faces turned serious, filled with admiration. In their eyes, Xiao Ming now truly had the bearing of a wise and noble ruler.
In ancient times, what girl didn’t secretly admire a handsome prince or a refined scholar? You could see this kind of fantasy everywhere in the old romantic novels.
Xiao Ming smiled with satisfaction. His former self only knew brute force and never understood the heart of a woman. You can’t force love—going with the flow brings true joy, he thought.
Leaving behind a tired figure, Xiao Ming returned to his room to rest. It wasn’t time yet to “sleep on a beauty’s lap.”
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The next day, at noon, a loud boom! suddenly echoed through the Prince Qi’s residence, shattering the peaceful air. The guards rushed toward the sound, weapons drawn.
When they reached the side hall, they found Prince Qi unharmed. The others nearby, however, were pale and visibly shaken from the explosion.
In the center of the hall, a glass bottle had shattered into countless pieces. The floor was littered with glass shards, some of which still gave off a faint smoke.