Not far away, two Japanese men were standing and talking animatedly.
Their expressions were rich and exaggerated, and they would occasionally reveal a sly smile as they spoke.
Their appearance was extremely unsettling, like two rats plotting something sinister in the shadows.
Qin Qianlu listened intently, and after hearing the content of their disgusting conversation, her face instantly turned ashen.
The sky was oppressive and gloomy, like the sky before a storm. Filled with doubt, she couldn't help but ask 001, "001, why are there so many Japanese people here?"
001 had actually noticed the presence of Japanese people among the envoys long before.
However, Qin Qianluo was engrossed in enjoying her meal and paid no attention to the envoys in the hall, so it did not specifically remind them.
Hearing Qin Qianluo's question, it said, "Luo Bao, there have always been Japanese people among the envoys. This arrangement was made a few years ago."
They were originally divided into four groups, each heading to a different country.
Now that Xuanyuan has been destroyed, the group of envoys who were originally scheduled to go to Xuanyuan have come here together with the envoys who came to Tianxuan.
Therefore, there seem to be more Japanese people visiting this year compared to previous years.
A resolute glint flashed in Qin Qianluo's eyes, her voice trembling slightly as she asked, "001, is there a ship in the space? Or could Tianxuan's ship carry large weapons?"
Though the whispered words were soft, they struck like a heavy hammer, creating ripples in the seemingly calm corner of the banquet.
At this moment, the howling cold wind outside the palace was blocked by the majestic palace walls, leaving only a trace of coolness to sneak in through the cracks in the window lattices, stirring the clothes of everyone.
001 paused, understanding Luo Bao's unfinished meaning, but it couldn't; it wasn't that it couldn't let the Japanese be wiped out.
The problem is that modern ships cannot withstand the recoil of large firearms.
Thinking this, it said, "Luobao, there are no such ships yet."
Even if they were, with current shipbuilding technology, it would be difficult to withstand the recoil of large-scale thermal weapons during launch.
If we were to use it recklessly at this moment, not only would we fail to achieve the desired effect, but the powerful recoil would also damage the ship and cause it to sink, leaving us in dire straits.
Moreover, if we expose too many things that are far beyond what people can currently comprehend, it will inevitably stir up waves of suspicion, like a boulder thrown into the center of a lake.
It would be better to take a long-term approach and proceed gradually. First, let the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Works focus on researching gunpowder and meticulously building ships capable of carrying heavy weapons.
Let's proceed steadily and cautiously, step by step, so that we can gradually build our advantages without attracting attention. Is that alright?
Qin Qianluo swayed slightly, then slowly lowered her head, her dark hair falling down to cover her face, which was filled with struggle.
She bit her lower lip tightly, her pearly teeth sinking into her pink lips, leaving a faint mark.
The impulse within her was like a raging tsunami, threatening to completely overwhelm her reason.
Just as this insane thought of destroying Japan was about to break through the dam of reason, her clear mind flashed like lightning, instantly piercing the dark night sky.
She took a deep breath, clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms, using the pain to wake herself up.
Struggling to suppress the mad thoughts that threatened to consume her, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, as if she were in a sweltering steamer.
The other officials in the hall were originally immersed in the joyful atmosphere of the banquet, either talking in hushed tones or sipping their drinks slowly.
At this moment, Princess Qingyun's heartfelt words were like a biting cold wind, scattering the ease in their hearts.
The group looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.
Japan? It's a country far overseas, one that I've heard of but know very little about. Only during the New Year's banquet do I see a few Japanese envoys.
What exactly did they do at this New Year's Day banquet? Why did Princess Qingyun react so strangely to the Japanese?
Although those Japanese people had a wretched appearance, short stature, and sneaky behavior, like rats in the dark.
But they didn't do anything outrageous. Could it be that the Japanese envoy offended Princess Qingyun without their knowledge?
Gunpowder, a completely new and unheard-of term, was like a mysterious enigma, arousing endless curiosity among the crowd.
There seemed to be a deeper reason hidden within this. The ministers were filled with suspicion, yet dared not reveal it too much.
He could only pretend to be calm and continue chatting idly with the person next to him.
But their perked-up ears and slightly trembling fingers betrayed their inner tension and anticipation, all waiting for what was to come.
It was as if a raging storm was about to break, and they could only anxiously await their fate in the calm before the storm.
At this moment, the decorations in the hall appeared even more solemn in this subtle atmosphere, and the carved beams and painted rafters seemed to be silently watching this invisible storm.
The emperor, dressed in a magnificent dragon robe and wearing a dazzling crown, sat regally on the dragon throne at the head of the table.
He was talking to the Empress, but stopped talking because of Qin Qianluo's words, and a look of confusion and bewilderment flashed in his eyes.
But he keenly sensed that this gunpowder was no ordinary substance; it might be the key to changing the entire world order.
The large weapon that the little girl from the Qin family mentioned in her heart, though its appearance was still unknown, had already sketched a terrifying picture of world destruction in his mind.
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