Wang Zebang found it strange: "Jichun Craftsmen's Guild? Is that a major event that brings together the top craftsmen from seven countries?"
At this point, he suddenly realized: "That's right, the Gongshu family's Jichun Craftsmen's Guild election this year was held in Julu State, but the Gongshu family has always looked down on our Ye State, believing that Ye State has no skilled craftsmen. So why would they specifically send us an osmanthus letter to invite us this time?"
He was more inclined to believe that the Gongshu family knew about Gongshu Lan's death and planned to use it as an excuse to lure him into a trap and make some kind of fuss to get revenge.
Wang Zebang was unsure how many members of the Gongshu family knew about Zheng Quchi's killing of Gongshu Lan, but their general had strictly forbidden anyone from revealing that "Sang Xuanqing" was behind it, intending to bear the consequences himself.
However, if Gongshu Lan and Gongshu Ji had a secret means of communication, then this matter might not be able to be kept secret.
Moreover, this invitation, a "letter of osmanthus," did not go directly to the King of Ye, but was instead sent directly to the camp. What does this unusual action signify?
Yuwen Sheng slowly uttered, "This shows that his real intention is not what it seems."
Did he realize it too late?
Unfortunately, Gongshu Ji, you were a step too slow. The mistakes you made due to your bias and ignorance will never be made up for in your lifetime.
Because he wouldn't give Gongshu Jiruo that opportunity.
Yuwen Sheng looked at the "Osmanthus Letter" in his hand, picked it up and moved it to the copper tree torch, intending to burn it, but at the last moment, he suddenly stopped.
An inexplicable fire burned away all his patience and calm, making him restless, like a willow in the shade, with resentful leaves reaching past his eyelashes.
His dark lips curled up, his eyes reflecting the flickering firelight, like a beast ready to devour its prey: "My people—anyone who even thinks about it is coveting them, yet he still wants to steal them?"
Wang Zebang was taken aback: "General?"
After retracting the "Osmanthus Letter," Yuwen Sheng smiled and said, "Since he dares to invite me, I naturally dare to go. I just hope he won't regret it in the end."
"Are we really going? But... but we need a piece of high quality and skill, one that meets the competition standards, to enter the Jichun Craftsmen's Guild, but we..."
Wang Zebang hesitated, but when it came to the practical difficulties, he genuinely wanted to earnestly persuade the general: "Can we be more realistic? If they go, it will probably confirm that Ye Kingdom doesn't even have a decent craftsman."
Other countries have jokingly said that ten craftsmen from Ye Kingdom are not as good as one craftsman from Beiyuan Kingdom.
While this statement may be somewhat exaggerated, it's important to understand that the Jichun Craftsmen's Guild, held every three years, is always a time for the Northern Abyss Kingdom to "show its grand ambitions," while it's also a time when the Ye Kingdom tries its best to stay out of the fray and absolutely refuses to participate, lest it embarrass itself on the international stage.
Every year, only a few unskilled artisans from Ye Kingdom participate. The official side never sends any craftsmen. The point is to maintain an air of "mystery." As long as we play dumb enough, no one can find a weakness to mock us.
"Could it be that those bunch of good-for-nothings were really raised for nothing?"
Yuwen Sheng was referring to the group of craftsmen in his camp who were "busy every day, but couldn't produce any decent works at all."
Seeing that the general was about to cause trouble for the artisan guild again, Wang Zebang quickly changed his tune: "General, but the Jichun Artisan Guild is only a little over a month away. I'm afraid that if they start preparing now, they won't be able to make it in time."
"They don't necessarily need to make it to the finals. I'm not so blind that I can't tell what they're capable of, but they can't even make a stepping stone?" Yuwen Sheng glanced at him with a smile.
A cruel, playful smile appeared on his lips.
Knowing that the general's patience was running out, Wang Zebang immediately dared not say another word.
He said solemnly, "They are, after all, among the top craftsmen in our Ye Kingdom. I believe there shouldn't be any major problems. I will immediately inform them to stop what they are doing and focus on making the handicrafts to participate in the Jichun Craftsmen's Guild."
Although Wang Zebang said that the problem was not serious, he secretly felt sorry for the craftsmen. He thought to himself, "For the rest of your days, you can only pray for your own good fortune."
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Hegou Village
Recently, Zheng Quchi has not gone anywhere and has been staying at home to recuperate from his injury.
Yuwen Sheng treated her with the best medicine, and to prevent her from having scars, he specially asked someone to send her the priceless Huafu Jade Skin Cream from the Ye Palace.
Once the scabs on her wounds have healed and fallen off, apply the Healing Jade Skin Cream for half a month, and there will be no scars left.
Zheng Quchi never missed a day of practicing "bone-softening techniques," and she found that this helped her injuries heal faster and also strengthened her body.
Zheng Quchi was not an idle person; she was used to being busy, and suddenly stopping made her feel uneasy.
But now Yuwen Sheng is asking her to recover from her injuries before returning to work, so she can't just stay home and lie around doing nothing forever.
Or perhaps she should put her previous money-making plans into action?
To create a luxury horse-drawn carriage that could revolutionize our understanding of this era?
Zheng Quchi has always been a man of action. When the mood strikes, a lot of inspiration and ideas suddenly come to mind, and he does it right away!
Actually, she had wanted to build an really awesome car for a long time.
Firstly, she couldn't ride a horse and always had to be led by someone. Moreover, after riding for a long time, her buttocks would ache, and the tender flesh on her hips would be chafed and peel. At that time, she would think that it would be great if she had a comfortable and convenient long-distance vehicle.
In order to build a car that would satisfy her, she specifically visited the existing car dealerships in Fuxian County.
She's seen them all, good and bad, two-wheeled and four-wheeled.
It was discovered that very few of these were actually manufactured domestically; they were extremely rare. The majority were "export vehicles."
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