Ma Qi was speechless for a moment.

The Emperor is truly devoted to the people.

In a secret room of the Eighth Prince Yinzhi's residence, a dim lamp burned faintly.

Ninth Prince Yin Tang slammed his teacup down: "The Thirteenth Prince transferred our men to the Ministry of Works today. It seems this is no small matter."

Tenth Prince Yinzhen sneered, "I heard that the blueprint was presented by a merchant girl, her name was... Lin Yun?"

"This woman is no ordinary person." Yinzhi stroked his jade thumb ring, a cold glint in his eyes.

“Nian Gengyao’s confidant wrote last night, saying that the cloth merchants in Jiangnan have started a riot.”

If this new factory can really produce ten times more fabric, then our layout in Jiangsu and Zhejiang will be..."

Yinzhen chuckled sinisterly, "Don't worry, Eighth Brother, I've already sent someone to 'visit' that Miss Lin."

Thunder roared outside the window, and torrential rain poured down.

Lin Yun, hundreds of miles away, was completely unaware of the huge uproar her drawing had caused.

Inside the Forbidden City, Emperor Yongzheng stood in his study, holding a secret report in his hand.

The secret guards have just sent word that several major cloth merchants in Jiangnan have learned of the new opportunity and are secretly plotting to resist it.

Yongzheng sneered and threw the secret report into the brazier, the firelight illuminating his cold and stern face.

"Issue my decree: closely monitor the movements of the cloth merchants. Suppress any unusual activity immediately!"

"Yes!" The guard accepted the order and left.

The candlelight reflected the coldness between Yongzheng's brows.

He tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, his gaze falling on another secret report presented at the sticky rod—the Eighth Prince's Party not only instigated cloth merchants to jointly submit a petition, but also secretly cut off the supply of raw silk, attempting to undermine the cause.

"Yinsi has certainly made a good plan." Yongzheng sneered, dipped his hand in ink, and wrote a comment in vermilion ink that was as sharp as a knife across the secret report: "My mind is made up. Anyone who obstructs the new policies will be treated as a traitor."

Then he gently tapped the table with his hand, a gust of wind blew by, and a bodyguard knelt down below.

"Double the manpower on Miss Lin's side, and no suspicious person is allowed to approach her."

"Yes." Another guard accepted the order and left.

Su Peisheng, who was standing nearby, was terrified and dared not move.

"Su Peisheng."

“Your servant is here.” Su Peisheng stepped forward and bowed with a start.

“Select a group of people from the Imperial Household Department and send them to the Lin residence.”

"Twenty or thirty people, whether they're good at accounting, shopkeepers, or even just servants, should explain the pros and cons to Miss Lin and advise her... not to go out unless absolutely necessary."

"Yes," Su Peisheng replied and left, his heart filled with turmoil.