As winter approaches, the weather gets colder and colder.
A cold wind blew intermittently, sometimes accompanied by ice shards, making the palace feel desolate.
Only in the backyard of the Cold Palace, in that desolate courtyard, a greenhouse built by Guan Zhiyue was blooming with greenery that did not belong to this season.
The weather was too cold, and Guan Zhiyue's exercise seemed to be somewhat hindered. She frowned unhappily, worried that this was going to cause her to bounce back. She couldn't let this continue, or she would become even more depressed.
Guan Zhiyue walked out of the house and looked at the howling wind outside. She had a headache. This awful weather was really speechless.
"Your Highness, why don't you come inside in this cold weather?" Bilian walked over from the backyard and saw Guan Zhiyue standing in the courtyard, looking somewhat lost and bewildered, lost in thought.
"Oh, I'm thinking of doing something, it's so cold, so..."
Bilian looked up at the sky. Although it hadn't snowed yet, the weather was already bitterly cold. It was better to stay indoors and not run around outside.
"Your Majesty, why don't we go inside? It's really cold here. It would be better to go inside."
Guan Zhiyue refused, thought for a moment, looked at the sky, then at the trees in the yard, and finally headed towards the greenhouse at the back of the yard.
This greenhouse was built by Guan Zhiyue using bamboo cut from the back mountain. She had the bamboo sliced into pieces and woven into bamboo curtains, which were then used to surround the entire backyard. A layer of dry straw was added on top, which did make the air inside warmer.
Guan Zhiyue stood at the entrance of the greenhouse, looking at this simple version of the greenhouse, and sighed deeply.
"Ah, if only there were glass, wouldn't it be better to just build a glass house?"
Upon hearing her mistress's words, Bilian murmured curiously, "Glass? Crystal?"
"Oh, Your Majesty, the glass you're talking about isn't actually glass, is it?"
Guan Zhiyue was surprised to hear that even Bi Lian knew about this. It seemed that glass might exist in this dynasty.
Bilian whispered, "This is a tribute item. Only the Emperor has a few glass vases. None of us have ever seen them. I only heard the old general mention them."
"Tribute? Which country sent it as tribute?"
"This servant doesn't know! Anyway, this thing is very precious. There are only three of these. The Empress Dowager, the Emperor, and the Prince of Xiaoyao each have one. No one else has one."
When Guan Zhiyue heard this, her eyes widened, thinking it was something serious.
"So, the Carefree Prince has glass in his possession?"
Upon hearing that it was glass again, Bilian quickly reminded her, "Your Majesty, it's glass."
"Oh, Liuli! Does that carefree prince have it?"
Bilian nodded obediently, while Guan Zhiyue's eyes widened in surprise. She had said she didn't know what to do in such cold weather, and now this opportunity had come to her.
Seeing Guan Zhiyue's eager expression, as if something was about to happen, Bilian quickly followed Guan Zhiyue back into the courtyard.
"Bilian, bring me pen and ink. Have someone go and inform the Prince of Xiaoyao that I have something good to share with him and ask him if he wants to participate."
Although Bilian didn't know what her mistress was planning to do, she could tell from her mistress's expression that she seemed very happy, so she happily went to find someone to find the Prince of Xiaoyao.
Guan Zhiyue sat at her desk, holding a calligraphy brush in her right hand, her eyes closed as she pondered deeply, trying to recall where she had seen information about glassmaking in her past life. She refused to believe that she couldn't make glass herself. Just thinking about all the glass she would use for greenhouses, windows, and other miscellaneous things in the future, she laughed heartily.
"Grapes and fine wine in a luminous cup, that clear glass, that dark red wine—oh my, it's simply mouthwatering!"
Guan Zhiyue is already drooling just thinking about it. No, no, this is torture!
"Bilian, quickly grind the ink." Several months have passed since Guan Zhiyue transmigrated, and her handwriting has become quite decent. If you were to say that her handwriting has any kind of masterly style or anything like that, sorry, that's not the case. It can only be said that anyone can tell what she has written.
Bilian obediently ground the ink, watching Guan Zhiyue write on the thin paper: "Methods for making glass".
Bilian stopped grinding the ink instantly, the ink stick falling to the ground. She stared in shock at her mistress, who was still writing. The neatly arranged dots were simply unbelievable. Was this really her mistress? How could she be so amazing?
"Your Majesty...you...you're..."
Guan Zhiyue looked up at Bilian, who was stammering and terrified, as if there was something in front of or behind her. The sight was particularly frightening and terrifying.
Guan Zhiyue was startled by Bilian. She quickly dropped her pen and jumped out of the place Bilian was pointing at.
"Bilian, what did you see? Don't scare me like that, I can't take it."
Bilian woke up with a start and looked at Guan Zhiyue, saying, "Your Highness, what are you writing?"
"The method of making glass!"
Bilian was so frightened that she took several steps back, her eyes wide open, her face deathly pale, as if she had seen some kind of ghost.
Guan Zhiyue stood still, as if she understood why Bilian had reacted this way. She smiled and said, "You think I don't know how to do this?"
Bilian nodded vigorously, then shook her head, but she just couldn't contain her surprise. Her mistress clearly didn't know anything, so why was she now writing about the method of making glass?
Guan Zhiyue smiled, pulled Bilian up from the ground, patted her hand, and said softly, "What are you thinking? I had a dream one night, and a very kind and beautiful woman told me this. Otherwise, why would I know it?"
"Really?"
"Of course! I think I must have been blessed by the immortals, right?"
Upon hearing Guan Zhiyue's words, Bilian said with some surprise, "Is it Madam? It must be Madam. Madam must have seen Your Highness in this Cold Palace, so..."
"Your Majesty, I feel so sorry for you, Your Majesty..." Bilian hugged Guan Zhiyue tightly and cried loudly, as if she had been wronged.
Guan Zhiyue could only say "I'm sorry" in her heart to the woman she had fabricated, "I've made you take the blame."
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