Chapter 17 I'm going right now
"Xiaoqian, Xiaoqian, look at the blueprint I drew."
After two days and two nights of continuous revisions, Tang Xinuan's miniature weapon design was finally completed.
Actually, the original version was not drawn by her.
It was a half-finished product she saw in a book.
I don't know who invented or researched it.
The idea and concept were good, but he clearly didn't understand mathematics, and the data for several key steps were inaccurate.
It is impossible to create a finished product naturally.
Tang Xinuan had thought about it before, but she didn't think it would be of any use to her, so she left it aside.
Having decided to escape the Marquis's mansion, Xiaoqian told her that she would encounter many dangers when she went out, and only then did she remember this weapon.
Made of high-quality steel and iron, it is only slightly larger than a fist, making it easy to carry around.
It looks like an interesting lump of iron.
It has a hollow interior with a mechanism that allows it to fire seven steel needles in succession.
It possesses immense power; if it hits a vital part of the body, it can be fatal.
Even if you can't aim accurately, it can still deter bad guys.
If someone is determined to kill, they can coat a steel needle with deadly poison, and even a god couldn't save them.
Xiaoqian knew that her mistress had been fiddling with this for the past two days.
She couldn't make out anything; a large sheet of paper was covered with dozens of small diagrams, each one very complex.
She couldn't understand it at all.
"Miss, what's the use of this?"
Instead of wasting time, you should think about how to escape.
Xiaoqian thought this in her heart, but dared not say it out loud.
After all, the young lady spends all day cooped up in the Green Bamboo Garden with nothing to do, so writing and drawing are the only things she can do to pass the time.
With her mission accomplished, Tang Xinuan was overjoyed. "This is a super powerful weapon that can protect both of us."
Xiaoqian was very skeptical. "Miss, is this thing reliable? It looks so complicated. I'm afraid it can only be drawn on paper."
It's currently only on paper.
Tang Xinuan was also a little worried. She carefully folded the diagrams and said, "Go out tomorrow and find a few more blacksmith shops to see if they can make it. Don't worry about the price, as long as it can be made."
Xiaoqian suspected that her mistress had gone crazy with worry after hearing that the young master was going to arrange a marriage.
How could such a thing possibly be created?
However, seeing her young lady's confident demeanor, she couldn't bear to dampen her spirits. "Don't worry, young lady, even if I have to visit every blacksmith shop in the capital, I will find one that can make the work for you."
The next day, Xiaoqian took the blueprints and left Cuizhu Garden under the pretext of buying snacks for her mistress.
The guards were puzzled as to why the young lady liked the snacks from outside so much.
However, this kind of thing is not within their management scope, so they just complained to themselves.
The manor remained quiet and peaceful for the past two days. Chu Yannuo suspected that he was overthinking things and withdrew half of the guards from the Green Bamboo Garden.
However, it is still more heavily guarded than the other courtyards in the mansion.
It's destined to be an incredibly tough day.
Xiaoqian visited several blacksmith shops, but none of them could forge it.
One shop owner even suspected she was there to cause trouble and scolded her, telling her to get lost.
Xiaoqian had a bitter pill to swallow.
Not wanting to disappoint the young lady, he had no choice but to continue his efforts.
With the sun about to set, we had no choice but to return home and think of another solution.
Before going back, she went to Yueyang Tower again and bought some snacks.
When he went out, he was surprised to see Chu Yannuo sitting in an official sedan chair, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly ran away.
But with no cover on the street, her return to Yueyang Tower would only arouse more suspicion. In her panic, she could only turn around.
But she had lived in the Marquis's mansion for more than ten years, and the young master could recognize her from behind with just one glance.
Just as she was anxious and at a loss, a figure blocked her way and kindly lifted a cloak to completely cover her.
As Chu Yannuo's sedan curtain fell, he did notice a somewhat familiar figure by the roadside.
However, he was quickly stopped by Prince Duan.
In broad daylight, to be intimate with a woman in the street—only a dissolute playboy like Prince Duan would do such a thing.
Luckily, my third sister doesn't like him, otherwise she would have suffered a lot of grievances.
He quickly looked away, not wanting to be offended by such an unseemly act.
Naturally, he didn't recognize that the figure was a maid from his household.
Xiaoqian breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Chu Yannuo's official sedan chair drive away.
“Master,” she stepped back and bowed.
Prince Duan's encounter was certainly not accidental.
After seeing Xiaoqian yesterday, I sent secret guards to keep an eye on her.
I heard she visited many blacksmith shops, so I came out specifically to look for her.
He called the person into the teahouse next door, unusually lowering his tone to a young maid, "Selling jewelry again?"
Xiaoqian is having such a hard time.
I walked all day but couldn't find a shop that could create a portrait of a prostitute.
At this point, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and hand the map to the distinguished gentleman before him.
"Sir, this is a drawing by our young lady. She wants me to find a blacksmith to make it, but I've been looking all day and there isn't a single shop that can do it."
This was the first time Prince Duan had ever seen such a complex diagram.
Even the Imperial Ordnance Bureau, which was suspected of being in charge, couldn't do anything about it.
Tang Xinuan is a girl with mental health issues; the drawings she makes...
Perhaps it's just wishful thinking.
"Here's what I'll say. I know some high-ranking officials in the imperial court. Let's see if we can get the Ministry of War to help us. Just give me the blueprints."
Xiaoqian, still worried, instructed, "This is a drawing that our young lady has been working on for several days. Even if you can't make it, please return it to me."
Prince Duan reassured her, "Find some time to come out tomorrow, and I'll let you know."
Xiaoqian thought for a moment, "If all goes well, I will come out at 9:00 AM tomorrow. If you haven't seen me by 9:00 AM, then it's inconvenient, and please don't wait for me, sir."
I'll find a way to get out again...
"Please give me an address, sir, so I can come find you."
Without hesitation, Prince Duan said, "Prince Duan's residence is just two streets away. When the time comes, go to Prince Duan's residence to find me. Just give your name and you will find me."
Xiaoqian was startled, "You are Prince Duan..."
He was about to kneel before he could finish speaking, but Prince Duan stopped him, saying, "You're overthinking it."
Xiaoqian breathed a sigh of relief, thinking she had encountered Prince Duan.
After parting ways with Xiaoqian, Prince Duan hurriedly went to the Hall of Diligent Governance with the blueprints.
After carefully examining the drawings, Zhou Chuanxing said thoughtfully, "These drawings are indeed quite unbelievable. If you hadn't taken them from Xiaoqian, I would never have believed that they were made by a young woman."
Prince Duan asked doubtfully, "Can this really be made? Or is it just something that Miss Biao imagined?"
Zhou Chuanxing shook his head: "Speaking of which, I have seen similar blueprints. They were drawn by a very famous weapons developer, but he couldn't make them even after two years and had to give up."
Prince Duan guessed, "So, you suspect that the young lady drew it from the blueprints?"
Zhou Chuanxing wasn't sure either, "How about this, I'll go to the Ordnance Bureau tomorrow..."
He paused for a moment, then asked, "What time does the dinner start?"
Prince Duan replied, "The hour of Xu (7-9 PM)."
Zhou Chuanxing tapped the table thoughtfully, his slender fingers making a clear sound as they touched the surface.
"I'll go right now."
A note from the author:
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The most delicate beauty forges the most ruthless weapons!
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