Liu Tan didn't care about the set of porcelain that was about to be fired. He ran to the cart of defective products, took a closer look, and then jumped out a wine cup.

The wine cup was covered with cracks, as if ice had cracked, and the patterns were stacked up in layers, seemingly arranged randomly yet with a kind of imperfect beauty.

Liu Tan looked at it carefully for a long time, and then checked it again carefully to confirm that there was no problem with the wine cup, except that there were cracks on the glaze surface.

Perhaps because his expression was too serious, no one around him dared to speak, and the slaves who were about to take the defective products out and crush them to destroy them and prepare to recycle them were already kneeling on the ground.

These people were so scared in the middle of winter that they were sweating profusely.

Liu Tan looked at it carefully for a long time before finally letting out a sigh: "It is indeed an ice crack."

Ice cracks?

Miao Rui and Bigo looked at each other in surprise. They had never heard of this name before, but if it was referring to the wine cup in front of them, then the description was quite accurate.

Liu Tan turned and said, "Go get a lacquer box, put some soft cloth or fur in it, and then put this wine cup in it."

This is the world's first ice crack porcelain. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a priceless treasure.

Wait...is this...really the first one?

Liu Tan immediately asked, "Have you ever encountered porcelain with a glaze like this before?"

The slave kneeling below trembled and said, "Well...it seems...I have."

They were almost scared to death. Looking at the expression on the King of the North's face, they knew that this thing must be extremely precious. When they thought about the fact that they had destroyed one before, everyone began to worry about whether they would lose their lives.

Liu Tan took a deep breath and asked, "What is it? Where is it?"

The slave was almost lying on the ground. "It's... it's a wine jug. It's... it's destroyed."

Liu Tan's breath suddenly stopped and he felt so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

The wine jug, the world's first ice crack wine jug, is gone just like that!

Miao Rui and Bigo were frightened by his expression and quickly asked, "Your Highness, Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

Bigao said, "All these people should be taken away and await their punishment!"

Fortunately, Liu Tan hadn't lost his mind due to the heartache. He let out a long sigh, waved his hand and said, "No, don't embarrass them. It has nothing to do with them."

He himself didn't explain it clearly. It looked like the glaze was cracked, so most people would treat it as a defective product.

But he didn't expect that he could actually burn cracks in the ice!

Miao Rui and Bi Gao also breathed a sigh of relief. Although Liu Che asked Liu Tan to reflect on his mistakes in seclusion, in fact, if something really happened to Liu Tan in the palace, none of them would have an easy life.

After Liu Tan recovered, he brought the lacquer box over and, as he instructed, padded it with a layer of soft fox fur.

Liu Tan carefully placed the ice-cracked wine cup inside, repeatedly reminding him, "This is a priceless treasure. Be very careful, very careful, and very careful!"

He rarely had such a serious expression, which made the slave holding the lacquer box so nervous that he broke out in a sweat.

After having the item placed in his study, Liu Tan turned around and asked, "Who made this wine cup?"

Miao Rui quickly sent for the craftsman who had made the wine cup. The craftsman came over trembling and knelt down to kowtow. Liu Tan quickly made him stand up and asked, "Did you make that cracked wine cup?"

The craftsman didn't know what was happening at this point, and he quickly knelt down and said, "I am an old servant, but I am not good at my craft. Please punish me, Your Highness."

Liu Tan said, "No punishment, no punishment. But let me ask you, was that wine jug made by you?"

The craftsman nodded in confusion. Liu Tan asked again, "Do you know how it's fired?"

The craftsmen were stunned. To them, porcelain with cracks was a failure. How could they possibly remember how it was fired?

Liu Tan felt a little regretful when he saw his expression, but he still said, "It's okay. Think about it carefully when you go back. If you create patterns like this again in the future, don't ruin them."

After he finished speaking, he gave the craftsman a coin. The craftsman was immediately overwhelmed with great surprise and quickly knelt down to thank the King of the North.

Liu Tan waved his hand and sighed as he walked, "What a pity, the ice cracks were all unintentional."

This requires a stable production process... Oh, wait, if ice cracks can be produced stably, would they still be so precious?

Even if he had the first ice crackle porcelain in the world, so what? If there were too many, it wouldn't be valuable anymore.

Liu Tan was a little conflicted for a moment, but after thinking about it, he decided to ask someone to figure out the firing method.

Anyway, the method is in his hands. If he tells you to burn more, you can burn more; if he tells you to burn less, you can burn less. Why worry about it not being precious enough?

As for exploring methods, it is just a worry that they will be lost.

Too many methods of firing porcelain have been lost. In fact, it’s not just porcelain, the methods of making many things have been lost.

It doesn't matter that some of them are replaced by more advanced locks, but for some of them, the remaining finished products have become rare treasures.

Such rare treasures are certainly valuable, but in Liu Tan's eyes, it is more important to pass on the method.

In a broad sense, this is cultural heritage, and in a narrow sense... it's to prevent those bastards in the West from saying every day that they are all fake and have no evidence!

Those who work in the field of history have suffered too much of this kind of humiliation. Some things have records, but because there are no finished products or recipes, they are slandered as fake by a group of villains every day.

When they are really unearthed, they say they are not ours, so inheritance is really important.

However, all Liu Tan could do was to try his best to get it out and protect it. As for what would happen in the future, he couldn't really live for thousands or even millions of years, so he could only leave it to fate.

Liu Tan returned to the kiln while thinking.

This hassle with the ice crackle wine cups meant he didn't have to wait anxiously in front of the kiln. Not long after he arrived there, the tableware was ready.

The porcelain just out of the kiln is "flaming" as some people describe it. Of course, the so-called fiery is actually an adjective, but if Liu Tan really wants to describe what the fiery looks like, he doesn't know how to describe it.

If I have to say something, it's probably that it's not as gentle as I imagined, but rather a bit dazzling.

Such a bright light looks very beautiful on gems, but when it comes to porcelain, it always seems to be completely incompatible with the gentle green color.

However, this "flame" will not last too long and will basically disappear after a day.

Liu Tan looked carefully at the freshly baked tableware, mainly looking at the landscape paintings on it. If any of them were not up to standard, they would need to be remade individually.

After he finished reading it all, he breathed a sigh of relief. Basically, there were no major problems.

This set of tableware has over a hundred pieces of various sizes. To be honest, Liu Tan's hands were almost broken when he was drawing it.

If there are really a lot of problems, Liu Tan will probably have to destroy those items directly and simply not want them.

Anyway, he was the first one to make this thing and the first one to present it. No one stipulated how many pieces he had to present.

As for other types of tableware...to be honest, no one has ever presented tableware to the emperor or empress before. This thing is too sensitive, and everyone is worried about being suspected.

Who knows if they've tampered with the tableware? If they find out, I'll be dead without a trace.

In other words, Liu Tan is very brave, and he has absolutely no reason to poison his parents now.

If we talk about fighting for the throne, if Liu Che died, Liu Ju would immediately succeed him in front of his coffin. The one who would benefit would be Liu Ju. Why would he do these things?

As for Chen Ajiao, he had even less motivation, because Chen Ajiao was not bad to him.

So no one doubted him, so he dared to do it.

Liu Tan asked someone to bring up the custom-made boxes. He knew very well that good things also needed good packaging, so the boxes were all made of rosewood and painted with exquisite gold patterns.

To be honest, Liu Tan also thought about making this set of tableware consistent with the pattern on the box, but... drawing this set of tableware made his arms hurt, plus the time was too tight, and the wood and clay were different, so he simply gave up.

After loading all the tableware into the truck, Liu Tan calculated that thirteen days had passed since Liu Che had confined him to his room.

So he happily asked someone to take the set of tableware and head straight to the Weiyang Palace.

At this time, the Weiyang Palace was immersed in a festive atmosphere, because the main building of the Weiyang Palace was black, and various decorations were red, making the entire Weiyang Palace look solemn and lively.

Liu talked about the Weiyang Palace and basically never had to wait. No matter whether Liu Che was busy or not, he could go directly into the Weiyang Palace.

At this time in the Weiyang Palace, Emperor Wu of Han had just finished his political meeting and seemed to be chatting with his ministers. When Liu Tan glanced over, he saw Liu Qumao standing in the front row.

Oh, except for the prince, who is standing in the front.

Liu Che looked at Liu Tan calmly: "Are you willing to go out?"

Liu Tan had been observing the relative and prime minister, but upon hearing Liu Che's words, he was suddenly inspired. He quickly threw everyone else behind him, ran over, saluted, and said, "Father, I have brought you something good."

The subtext is that I have been making good things these days!

Liu Che raised his eyebrows, seemingly uninterested: "Oh?"

Liu Tan suddenly felt a headache. He was careless and too immersed in the pleasure of playing in the mud. No, no, no, it was the pleasure of creation.

After reflecting on his mistakes in seclusion, he didn't even come to pay his respects to Emperor Wu of Han. See, he's being arrogant again.

Liu Tan looked at Liu Che eagerly and said, "Really? If it doesn't look good, punish me and put me in solitary confinement for another three days."

Liu Che sneered: "Then you will never come out again?"

"How could that be?"

Seeing that he was about to collapse into a ball again, Liu Che finally showed mercy and said, "Okay, bring up whatever you brought."

How could Liu Che not know what Liu Tan was doing recently?

However, no matter how much the Embroidered Robe Envoy said, it was just a description. Moreover, the cultural level of most of the Embroidered Robe Envoys was average. In order to hide themselves, they basically had to learn all kinds of talents, so they had little time to work hard on cultural subjects.

Anyway, these days, even if some officials don’t have much education, this is an era where being literate really means you have something to do.

Liu Che was still very curious about what Liu Tan had created, but he suppressed his curiosity.

After the box was pulled into the hall, Liu Che couldn't help but be slightly stunned: So big?

Even though he was always calm, when he saw Liu Tan making such a big box, he couldn't help but lean forward slightly, and his expression became more serious.

Not only him, but all those present were the top nobles of the Han Empire. As soon as they saw the box, they knew that the things inside must be very precious. For a moment, they were all a little curious about what the King of the North had come up with.

Under the gaze of everyone, the lid of the paint box slowly opened.