Gong Shangjiao glanced at the person jumping around on the ground and continued to persuade, "I have no intention of lying to you." It was true that Gong Huanyu wasn't like those assassins; those people at least knew some things about Wufeng. But Gong Huanyu had grown up in the palace and hadn't left since entering.

Even if he developed his own network of subordinates, it would be impossible for him to obtain Wufeng's internal information safely. Just based on this point alone, Gong Huanyu was already capable of not being left alive.

"I will arrange for you to meet." After saying this, Gong Shangjiao waved his hand, signaling the guards to take the people away. After everyone had left, Gong Shangjiao stood there for a while to calm himself down before getting up and leaving.

Gong Ruanruan's days were becoming more and more carefree. Her maid Xianglan was peeling grapes for her while Xiangyun was giving her a massage.

As soon as Gong Yuanzheng entered the courtyard, he saw this scene and was immediately filled with jealousy. He inexplicably found the two maids displeasing. "Young Master Zheng," the two maids stood up and bowed to Gong Yuanzheng before continuing to work as their servants.

"Both of you may leave," Gong Yuanzheng said, glaring fiercely at Gong Ruanruan who was lying on the chaise longue, leaving Gong Ruanruan completely bewildered. She... didn't seem to have... done anything... right?

After the two maids left, Gong Yuanzheng rushed to Gong Ruanruan's side and began to complain, "Ruanruan, am I not your favorite? Why did you have to find someone else?" Faced with Gong Yuanzheng's accusation, Gong Ruanruan was completely confused. What was all this about?

However, it must be said that Gong Yuanzheng's tearful face was quite endearing to Gong Ruanruan. "Brother, when did I ask anyone else? Weren't those two people you arranged for me? Besides, you've spent most of the day outside handling things."

I had nothing to do inside, and the worst part was I couldn't just wander around outside, afraid I'd be exposed the next second. All I did was have someone massage my legs and loosen my grapes, what's the big deal?

Gong Yuanzheng was stunned when he heard this. He seemed to be seriously ill, even though he had arranged the personnel himself and there were indeed many things to do during this period. Ruan Ruan was right; she couldn't go on expeditions so often.

She's practically eight months pregnant now, just like a porcelain doll. She can't be bumped or hurt, and she's constantly being watched when she goes out. It's not as comfortable as staying indoors.

In this way, Gong Yuanzheng successfully suppressed his little emotions. When Gong Shangjiao returned to Zheng Palace, he saw his younger brother Yuanzheng diligently massaging Ruan Ruan's legs, and he immediately had the illusion that his child had grown up.

"Young Master, Young Master!" Gong Shangjiao had just stepped into the courtyard when someone called out to him from behind. This startled the two people in the courtyard, who stopped what they were doing to hear what was going on.

My brother just returned from the Blade Master's Palace and already has things to do. If the position of young master is so difficult, what will happen to the Blade Master?

Gong Yuanzheng began to mutter to himself that the position of wielding the blade was truly a scourge!

"Young Master, the young lady requests your presence. She says she has developed a new type of weapon!" The guard was also quite excited, eager to see what kind of weapon the young lady described as having a wide killing range!

"Um"

"Would Yuanzheng and Ruanruan like to come along?" Although she knew Yuanzheng wasn't particularly interested in weapons, it was newly developed, and perhaps combining it with poison would yield even better results.

Ruan Ruan has been bored these past few days, and with him and Yuan Zheng around, those people aren't too worried about her.

Gong Ruanruan thought for a moment and said she would go. [Gong Zishang must have developed a mountain-crushing weapon! With mountain cannons firing one after another, Wufeng can't keep up.]

Gong Ruanruan clung to Gong Yuanzheng's arm and followed him, thinking that she must look for research blueprints for muskets in the mall later, or even the kind of bomb that could be blown up by pulling a string and throwing it.

Once I find the blueprints for these amazing things, what will I have to fear from Wufeng? All my fear stems from a lack of gunpowder! Imagine Wufeng's lair being riddled with countless craters of all sizes – just thinking about it is exhilarating!

This could easily be turned into an exhibition hall, offering a complete tour of the Wufeng lair, the Ten Thousand Pit—that would be quite impressive.