"What Zhuzhu does is of course not a problem. But if any rumors outside involve Zhuzhu and reach my ears, I'll break his legs!" Prince An said coldly.
He was willing to suffer this injustice because he was willing to prioritize the greater good and was thinking about the future of the Qing Dynasty. This was a responsibility he had shouldered his whole life, but he was unwilling to let his granddaughter suffer such injustice!
If those people outside make malicious or malicious speculations about a little girl, Prince An will absolutely not let them off the hook!
Zhuzhu is still so young! If anyone tries to pin the blame for leaking private information on her, Prince An will absolutely not allow it.
Hesheli also slightly raised her chin. From a young age, she was a well-known noblewoman of the Eight Banners in the capital, and she was first-rate in both background and talent.
But perhaps others have overlooked the fact that she used to be quite skilled with swords and spears!
At that time, her father always lamented why she hadn't been born a boy! He thought that she could have achieved great things on the battlefield in no time.
If it weren't for the fear of her fame becoming too great and the need to temporarily avoid the limelight, her reputation would extend far beyond just her academic achievements!
Although Lady Hesheli was old, she could still wield a knife. No one could allow her granddaughter to suffer any injustice! Otherwise, they would have to ask her spear for permission.
Sensing the change in the emotions of those around her, Jingrou nuzzled closer to her grandmother. Although her maternal grandfather hadn't clearly explained who Chen Yanjing was, judging from the reactions of everyone at the table, he must indeed be someone of high status and power…
Thinking about this, she couldn't help but marvel at her luck; she had only knocked on a random door and bumped into such an important person. But she didn't want this kind of luck; he was still so young!
Jingrou knew that Prince An was keeping a low profile these days, but the thought that her maternal grandfather wouldn't interfere with her friendships, even if the people on that side had special identities that might arouse speculation from outsiders, made Jingrou feel both bittersweet and warm.
So, she should make good use of this special ability she has to protect her family; that's probably the only thing she can do at such a young age...
Finally, after the meal was finished and the maids began to serve tea, Jingrou took the initiative and personally served tea to Prince An. Only then did she have the opportunity to put the pill in the tea. She watched the pill dissolve in the tea before she felt at ease and handed it to Prince An.
Jingrou personally came over to serve tea, and Prince An smiled with delight. The maids, of course, did not stop her, but carefully stood aside to protect her.
Prince An was overjoyed. He held Jingrou's hand with one hand and picked up a cup of tea with the other, drinking it down in one gulp as if savoring a fine wine.
Even though this tea was the most ordinary tea he was used to drinking, it tasted exceptionally sweet today!
He smiled so much his eyes narrowed, but his two uncles beside him looked on with envy.
Seeing his two sons' reactions, Prince An felt that this was the sweetest tea he had ever tasted in his life, like a warm current flowing into his stomach, making him feel comfortable all over!
Seeing that her grandfather had taken the pill, Jingrou was relieved. Now she just needed to observe what kind of changes it would have on him.
Although she had already been warned by the system and trusted it, she still needed to see it for herself!
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After the family enjoyed their dinner, Prince An summoned Jingrou's two uncles to his study.
My father got a blueprint and is currently gathering people to study it enthusiastically.
They both knew, but because the blueprints were kept secret, they only had a vague understanding of the matter and didn't know what the blueprints were about that made their mother so concerned.
Prince An summoned them to discuss whether the blueprints should be revealed to the Emperor, and the subsequent handling of the matter.
Logically, they could study the blueprints themselves, but if the intention was to promote it within the army or use it in future campaigns against the Dzungars, the Emperor would ultimately need to be informed.
If they were to research everything and then present it to the Emperor, the Emperor would suspect that they were hiding something, and this would lead to a lot of trouble.
Prince An's initial idea was very simple: after all, it was to improve the army's combat effectiveness. Stronger combat effectiveness would benefit both the Qing Dynasty and the soldiers.
Prince An had led troops in battle for so many years, and he had seen countless instances of soldiers suffering heavy casualties due to a lack of weapons or outdated equipment.
I have also deeply felt the helplessness in this regard. After all, no matter how much the national strength of the Qing Dynasty improved, it was impossible for it to take the lead by too much in just a few years!
Therefore, he must research and develop such a weapon. However, if he wants to research such a thing, he must not only consider the soldiers, but also whether the emperor will become wary of him because of it!
His expression turned serious as he thought about it.
He felt incredibly agitated. He was working for the Qing Dynasty and had no selfish motives.
However, others would not see him that way. He also had to consider the emperor's feelings. This feeling of being restricted by his thin frame was not pleasant, which made Prince An somewhat unhappy.
"That thing is incredibly powerful. If we can successfully develop it, the Dzungars... will be no threat." Prince An did not take out the blueprints. The blueprints were now under the strict protection of his most trusted people. Only his most trusted craftsmen and a few others were studying them there, and they could not be easily taken out. He only told his two sons about the importance of this matter.
Yatu looked surprised.
Who is Ama? He's been in the army for so many years, what kind of weapons hasn't he seen?
What tactics are we not familiar with?
For him to say something like that, how powerful must the weapon be!
He used to lead troops into battle, and even now he often takes out a sum of money to help veterans who were wounded on the battlefield.
Those veterans, wounded on the battlefield, were old, weak, sick, or disabled and had no way to make a living. They could only rely on the help of these former generals to get by.
The Qing Dynasty fought against the Dzungars for many years, winning more battles than it lost.
However, the number of soldiers lost and the amount of money spent were countless!
If such a weapon is really that useful...
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