"What is that thing? Why is it all grayish?"

"Yeah, why paint it on the city wall? Is there some kind of symbolism?"

"Oh dear, you don't know this, do you? My cousin told me that it's called cement, and it's said to be harder than stone once it dries!"

"Is it really that amazing? It's not a scam, is it?"

"Whether it's a lie or not, you can check it out after it dries. Look, General Meng is leading the way in brushing it. You can't possibly fool us on this matter, can you?"

"That's right, that's right..."

The dissenting voices were ultimately few and far between. Moreover, Meng Wan allowed them to touch it after it had dried, so everyone quickly accepted this magical thing called "cement" and talked about it with great interest for a long time afterward.

After all, no one wants their home to be more secure than they do.

To prevent any unforeseen incidents, after several discussions, Meng Wan and her team unanimously decided to keep the cement-making process a strict secret.

"This kind of thing must never be allowed to spread to the Rouran; it's our life-saving weapon. However... we could try to promote it within the territory of Daxi."

Meng Wan looked serious.

Yun Qing hummed in agreement: "I know, you can decide on this matter. I don't know when we'll see the finished glass. If nothing unexpected happens, His Majesty and I will be setting off back to the capital soon."

Yun Qing received a message from Uncle Jiang via carrier pigeon, saying that while she and the Little Tyrant were away, a serious conflict broke out between Duke Liang Zhi and Prince Pingjiang. Now, the capital is in a state of panic, and everyone is on edge. If she doesn't return to the capital to take charge, things might get chaotic.

Meng Wan understood: "Is it the capital?"

Yun Qing raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "Some people are getting restless during the ancestral worship in July."

Although she knew things wouldn't really get chaotic, she still wanted to go back and join in the fun.