Qin Zhaoyue clenched her fist. Oaths were only ever used to bind those who wanted to keep them.

In her past life, she watched a lot of American TV series and understood one thing:

"I promise" means that the person who said it will not make any promises at all;

“I swear” means that turning your face away will break your swear.

In other words, vows are actually worthless.

In order to conceal the presence of gunpowder as much as possible, Qin Zhaoyue has selected the fewest possible personnel.

The eldest princess oversees the disaster relief and dredging efforts, Meng Jian is the protagonist in the drama, and Sui Mo represents His Majesty in supervising the implementation of the disaster relief; neither can be dispensed with.

This was the best she could do, so she didn't hesitate any longer, "The formula for gunpowder..."

"Wait a minute!" Sui Mo carefully placed the old purse into her bosom, interrupting him at the same time, "It's not enough that we promised..."

The others were confused, while Suimo sighed again.

She felt like she had sighed as many times today as she had in the previous month, but after crossing the line for the first time, it didn't seem so difficult to continue.

"There should still be people guarding near the Sixth Prince."

Without waiting for any questions, the fragments of ink were laid bare.

After being framed in the capital, Qin Zhaoyue tried to find the mastermind behind it all.

However, at that time, he didn't have many capable people under his command, just two useless individuals, Qingfeng and Xiyu, who lost their trail after investigating the pharmacy.

She couldn't find out, but His Majesty sent people to investigate and discovered that the pharmacy owner's family had perished at sea.

The person behind this should not be underestimated; they may be trying to achieve their goal by attacking a certain princess.

Among the relief team were two princesses, the most prestigious of whom was the eldest princess, and the sixth princess, whom His Majesty had previously targeted. His Majesty suspected that the latter might continue to target them, so he dispatched secret guards.

"You mean we have the Xuanji Guards around us?"

Sui Mo nodded. "It should be."

If that's the case, and none of them noticed anything unusual throughout, it means the other party's cultivation level is very high, at least above the fifth rank.

Qin Zhaoyue was in a dilemma.

She didn't know exactly what kind of abilities a high-level martial artist possessed, but she could guess from the expressions of the three people present that it was probably impossible to hide.

In other words, the formula for gunpowder could not be kept secret, and the fact that the Xuanji Guard knew about it was equivalent to the Empress Dowager knowing about it.

The reason Qin Zhaoyue was so cautious was actually to guard against her mother, the Empress.

Unwilling to take the risk, she shrugged and said, "Sorry, there's nothing I can do about it."

Meng Jian rubbed his forehead. They had made such a solemn vow, but it couldn't proceed to this point.

He's staked the Meng family's ancestors and descendants on this... Grandma!

"Sixth Prince," Meng Jian said with a sour expression, as if he were about to make a decision he deeply disliked.

"Just to confirm with you, that formula is real and can definitely destroy the dam, right?"

Qin Zhaoyue was confident in this regard and nodded firmly.

No matter how unstable black powder is, it is still explosive, and its power is only related to the quantity.

"Why……"

Meng Jian raised his hand to dispel the wall of true energy that surrounded him, and then immediately began to remove his armor.

Today he was not leading troops into battle; he was wearing a light blue cicada-wing armor.

The willow-leaf armor plates, cold-forged from high-quality steel, are as thin as Xuan paper. Each plate has tiny fish-scale-shaped heat dissipation holes carved into its edge, which ripple like water under the sunlight.

The light armor is not complicated and does not require any help. The main armor, arm armor, and gauntlets were all removed in a dozen or so breaths.

After taking off his armor, he unhesitatingly lifted his inner shirt.

Qin Zhaoyue instantly raised her hand to cover her eyes, "What are you doing! In broad daylight!"

"What are you yelling about..." Meng Jian was speechless.

They shout more enthusiastically than anyone else, but don't peek through your fingers. Are those big, blinking eyes afraid people won't see them?

Meng Jian continued moving, crossing his arms and pulling his inner shirt off from above his head.

Thump thump, thump thump... Qin Zhaoyue's heart pounded like a drum.

Rain pattered against the tent; a muscular man stood shirtless, revealing his bulging muscles.

One, two, three, four... Sure enough, he really does have eight-pack abs, look at that scene...

No way! We're not that kind of book.

"Stop, Qin Zhaoyue, throw away those meaningless yellow rubbish thoughts in your head."

With this reminder to herself, Qin Zhaoyue lowered her hand from her eyes and looked out openly.

As the saying goes, "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but Buddha remains in the heart." The man before us is no longer a burly man with his upper body bare, but merely an ordinary male bodhisattva.

Meng Jian clearly had no intention of explaining to the three ladies present. He simply pulled a dagger from his back and then spoke loudly:

“I know you’re here, but unless it’s a life-or-death crisis, you won’t step in to help me with anything.”

He gripped the dagger in reverse and pressed it against his left chest. "This level of threat... well, it's not working, is it?"

Meng Jian's actions left the three of them dumbfounded, but Sui Mo quickly realized the reason for doing so: he wanted to force the Death Guard beside him to show himself.

Qin Zhaoqiong was the next to realize this, as she had also heard of this tradition of the Meng family, while only Qin Zhaoyue was kept in the dark.

"Don't all look like you know everything and then stay silent, okay? It makes me look really stupid."

Sui Mo quickly explained the reason to her, and Qin Zhaoyue's expression was very strange.

Using one's own life to threaten the bodyguards around them—what a brilliant idea that came up in a flash!

At this moment, Meng Jian looked at the Princess and said, "Your Highness, Meng Jian died for the flood control and dredging, and for saving the people of Mingyan County. Isn't that a worthy death?"

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