It's as if once a woman steps even half a step into the imperial court, she can instantly disrupt the world and plunge it into chaos.
What's even more unbelievable and infuriating is that you actually mentioned General Mu's countless life-and-death battles on the battlefield.
The illustrious war achievements, earned through countless brushes with death, were casually and arbitrarily attributed entirely to the effectiveness of firearms.
Qin Qianluo paused slightly, her chest heaving with excitement, a cold, piercing mockery flashing in her beautiful eyes.
That gaze seemed almost tangible, mocking Li Jianyi's shortsightedness, narrow-mindedness, and ignorance.
She gently raised her hand, her long, slender, white fingers moving slightly in the air, each movement seeming to question Li Jianyi's conscience.
He emphasized, "But do you know that the method of manufacturing firearms that played a key role on the battlefield and successfully turned the tide of battle was offered by me?"
According to your logic, I am a woman.
Not to mention fulfilling his ambitions in the imperial court and serving the country of Tianxuan, he probably can't even bear the title of prince.
Shouldn't they retreat to their secluded mansions, confined to their chambers all day, never venturing beyond the inner gates?
"Is it only by spending your days tending to your husband and raising children that you meet your narrow standards and that you believe you're doing Tianxuan any good?"
Qin Qianlu exuded an aura that was impossible to look directly at: "Continue to deduce according to this absurd and illogical logic."
If ingenious ideas and methods that can enrich the country and strengthen its military, and are of great importance to the national economy and people's livelihood, are found in the future.
Even if these ideas could save the people of Tianxuan from the suffering of war and make the country's economy prosperous.
As long as it happens to be made by a woman, are all of them to be discarded like trash by someone as stubborn and conservative as you, and completely rejected without even a glance?
If this continues, I, Tianxuan, will close my eyes and ears, become stagnant and refuse all possible innovation and progress, shutting out countless potential development opportunities.
Then, how can we talk about the prosperity of Tianxuan and the long-term stability of the country?
"Could it be that with your outdated, corrupt, and stubborn ideas, we will gradually decline and perish, becoming vassals of other countries, plunging our people into misery?"
When Li Jianyi heard that the method of manufacturing the incredibly powerful firearms that could turn the tide of battle originated from the hands of the bright, beautiful, and dashing Prince Jinrui Zhao, he was deeply moved.
My mind went completely blank for a moment, as if I had been struck by a thunderbolt. I stood there frozen, my thoughts frozen.
Immediately afterwards, her legs began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, like a sieve, her knees buckled, and she could barely support her body weight.
Large beads of sweat kept popping out of his forehead, rolling down his pale cheeks, and hitting the cold ground heavily, leaving a small water stain.
He never imagined that such an ingenious invention could change the course of Tianxuan's destiny.
The fact that it could be born from the wisdom of a woman completely overturned his deeply ingrained understanding over the decades.
Li Jianyi was in a state of panic, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as if it were about to burst out of his chest.
Driven by a strong will to survive, he instinctively sought a glimmer of hope. His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously as he swallowed hard, making a dry sound.
He slowly raised his head, his movements stiff and sluggish, his eyes filled with fear and unease as he looked tremblingly at the emperor on the dragon throne.
The Emperor's face was full of smiles, his smile brimming with appreciation and praise for Prince Jinrui Zhao. His eyes shone with a look of satisfaction as he looked gently at Qin Qianluo.
That gaze seemed to say, "This is the true pillar of our Tianxuan."
This scene struck Li Jianyi like a heavy hammer, causing his heart to sink to the bottom.
My blood seemed to freeze, and a bone-chilling cold shot from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.
"It's over, everything is over..." Li Jianyi cried out in despair in his heart.
His legs buckled, and his knees slammed heavily onto the hard ground with a dull thud, almost causing him to collapse to the ground.
His hands instinctively braced themselves on the ground, trying to support his swaying body.
But he found that his hands were also trembling uncontrollably, and his fingertips were turning white from the force.
At this moment, his mind was in chaos, with countless thoughts rushing in: worries about his fate, regrets about his outdated ideas, and fears about the future.
Li Jianyi slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his chest heaved violently.
It was like a final struggle, or perhaps a attempt to calm the overwhelming fear and despair within.
His breathing was rapid and heavy, each breath as if he were drawing his last strength from the cold air.
When he slowly opened his eyes again, the light in them had vanished, leaving only endless darkness and resignation.
He hung his head, the veins on his neck bulging slightly from excessive frustration, as if his spine had been removed.
Like a defeated rooster, it was dejected and dared not make a sound again.
At this moment, the hall was eerily quiet. Everyone held their breath, their eyes focused like spotlights on this dramatic scene, as if time had stood still.
The air inside the hall seemed to freeze, making people feel suffocated and oppressed.
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