The smile on Qin Qianluo's face was like the warm sun shining through the thin mist on a spring morning, bright and gentle, without diminishing in the slightest.
Instead, as her thoughts flowed, it shone even brighter, as if it could dispel all the gloom in the world.
Her gaze, like a deep, dark pool, was gentle as water yet contained a profound understanding of all things, fixed intently on the steam car.
At this moment, the steam engine was no longer just a cold mechanical assembly in her eyes, but a bridge connecting the past and the future.
It carries countless aspirations and possibilities, radiating a mysterious and alluring light.
She stood there quietly, her posture elegant and composed, as if isolated from the world around her, and time seemed to stand still for her focus.
After a long gaze, she said, "Rainbow Dash, the Industrial Revolution, in its essence, is like a brilliant star."
Wisdom and progress shine brightly in the vast expanse of human history, and there is nothing wrong with that in itself.
It is more like a magical double-edged sword, with one edge engraved with the great power that has propelled human society forward at a rapid pace.
It is a magnificent flower blooming from human wisdom and innovative spirit, bringing about tremendous changes to the world.
It makes what was once an insurmountable distance within reach, and transforms scarce resources into abundance.
It guides ignorant thoughts towards enlightenment, leading human society to new heights.
However, this sword, on the other hand, has been stained with endless bloodshed and pain due to the malicious manipulation of certain unscrupulous individuals.
She paused slightly, as if suppressing the turmoil in her heart caused by memories, took a deep breath, and her chest rose and fell slightly.
His eyes gleamed with a sharp and resolute light, like cold stars, as he continued to speak, his voice carrying an undeniable determination.
The ones who are truly wrong are those whose conscience has been completely blinded by greed and ambition.
Their hearts are filled with selfish desires, like an endless black hole.
In order to satisfy their insatiable desires, they went so far as to use the powerful force bestowed by the Industrial Revolution as a pretext.
They wantonly ignited the flames of war, provoking one horrific war after another.
These wars, like rampant demons, swept in with bared fangs and claws, mercilessly devouring countless vibrant and innocent lives.
It turned a once joyful home into ruins, shattering countless happy families and plunging them into endless darkness and despair.
Those painful cries, those desolate lands, those broken souls.
These have all become unhealable wounds in the long river of human history, constantly piercing the heart of every person with a conscience.
At this point, a deep sense of pity flashed in Qin Qianluo's eyes, a pity that surged like a tidal wave, almost overwhelming her.
But soon, that compassion was replaced by a stronger resolve; her eyes hardened like steel, and her tone became increasingly firm and powerful.
"And now, I am fortunate to use this ability to sketch out a completely different future blueprint for this alien land and the people living on it."
I want to help the people here, and their descendants for generations to come, to skillfully circumvent the many disasters that the Industrial Revolution brought about in the past.
Those nightmarish wars, famines, and oppressions, along with the painful past that humiliated national dignity and insulted the spirit of the people, will all become dust of history and never be repeated.
I imagine that in this alternate world, people would be able to fully enjoy the abundant fruits of the Industrial Revolution.
Convenient and efficient transportation brings the ends of the earth within easy reach, a wide variety of goods meet people's needs, and advanced and outstanding technology opens the door to exploring the unknown.
They can escape the shadow of war, breathe freely under the sunshine of peace, and thrive in a tranquil environment.
May every life shine with its most brilliant light, and may every dream take root, sprout, and grow strong on this land.
Isn't this outcome incredibly wonderful, something I should strive for with all my might?
Qin Qianluo's words were like a spring breeze carrying hope and strength, gently caressing Feng Qingyun's heart.
Before Feng Qingyun, a magnificent picture of a future filled with peace and prosperity slowly unfolded.
In the painting, people live in peace and contentment, children laugh in the sunshine, and both cities and villages are full of vitality.
It was a world without war or suffering, only happiness and hope.
Upon hearing Qin Qianluo's answer, Feng Qingyun's lips curled up slightly.
Like a delicate flower quietly blooming in a gentle breeze, it exudes a meaningful yet playful and mischievous charm.
Like a crescent moon rising in the night sky, it exudes a mysterious and lively aura.
Her watery eyes, like two clear, sparkling springs, or like twinkling stars in the vast night sky, blinked playfully.
Every blink of an eye seems to hold countless quirky and unpredictable thoughts.
Immediately afterwards, she deliberately controlled her tone, her voice seemingly carrying a subtle probing.
As if by a silken thread, he asked leisurely, "What if the people of this world one day have their minds opened and develop a strong sense of autonomy?"
The thought of overthrowing the imperial power welled up in his mind, but how should he deal with it?
This is not something that can be easily ignored or treated carelessly, after all, it concerns the direction and destiny of the entire country.
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