Yongzheng snorted: "Indeed, it's giving me a headache."

Lin Yun said softly, "Where there is profit, there is people's will. The Emperor is merely going with the flow."

Emperor Yongzheng put down his pen and took her hand: "Yun'er, if it weren't for your design of the warship, I wouldn't be able to be so composed."

Lin Yun shook her head: "It is Your Majesty's wisdom that matters; I have only done my humble best."

All she could offer were some general directions; the more precise assembly was all done by the Ministry of Industry itself. In reality, she didn't do much.

Yongzheng gazed at her and suddenly said, "The fleet will depart in three days. I have already ordered your share to be prepared."

Lin Yun was taken aback: "My share?"

Emperor Yongzheng laughed and said, "My empress can't work so hard for nothing. I'll have your share recorded under Zhaohua's name as part of her dowry."

Lin Yun's eyes welled up with tears, and she whispered, "Your Majesty..."

Yongzheng embraced her and sighed softly, "You've suffered these past years."

Yun'er never asked him for anything; she only helped him solve problems, and most of the money she earned went to increase his military funds.

How could he bear to wrong her? The position of Empress is what she deserves.

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However, amidst this commotion, Lin Yun was secretly worried about something else—Daiyu's marriage.

In the blink of an eye, Daiyu was already fourteen years old, which in modern times would be the age of a junior high school student.

However, in the Qing Dynasty, most people of this age were already engaged.

Daiyu is now a county princess and the adopted daughter of the Empress, a woman of high status, and suitors come in droves to propose marriage to her.

Lin Yun knew that Daiyu was proud and aloof, and that arranging a marriage casually might ruin her life.

On this day, Lin Yun summoned Daiyu to the Kunning Palace.