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Access advanced chapter until 590, subscribe my patreon.com/caleredhair The night grew darker. Inside the main hall of the palace, Xiao Ming invited everyone to take their seats. On his right sat General Niu Ben, followed by Lu Fei, Luo Xin, and the other military officers. On his left were the civil officials, starting with Pang Yukun, then Zhan Xingchang, Chen Wenlong, and others. Altogether, over a hundred officials were gathered. Sitting at the head of the table, Xiao Ming looked at his loyal team.…-
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The golden fried egg gave off a rich, mouthwatering aroma that wafted through the main hall. Everyone, from Pang Yukun to the other officials, let out a unified sigh of amazement. While the saying goes, "A gentleman stays far from the kitchen," the truth was—they had all been in a kitchen before. “This smells amazing! Your Highness, allow me to be the first to try it,” said Lu Fei, licking his lips and swallowing hard. Luo Xin quickly interrupted, “Lu Captain, with all due respect, as an officer,…
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Advanced chapter at patreon.com/caleredhair The royal residence was wrapped in a blanket of snow, looking more beautiful than ever. Ziyuan, bold by nature and knowing her days as a personal maid were numbered now that Xiao Ming's marriage was approaching, joined in the fun without restraint. Soon, she and Lüluo would both officially become part of Prince Qi’s household. With a grin, Ziyuan scooped up a handful of snow and tossed it at Xiao Ming, teasing, “If Your Highness wants that kiss, you’ll…
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Ten days passed in the blink of an eye. After the successful launch of the galleon ships, another joyful occasion arrived—the Lunar New Year. As if unwilling to disturb the festive spirit in Qingzhou, the heavy snow that had lasted over ten days finally stopped on New Year’s Eve. At the entrance of the royal residence, Qian Dafu, the head steward, stood with hands on his hips, barking orders. “Yes, yes, hang the lanterns higher! You brats—I’ve only been away a few months and already you’re…
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Outside the tower, the snow was falling harder. Footprints and wagon tracks on the roads disappeared quickly beneath the thick, white layer. A cold wind swept through, and Xiao Ming pulled his tiger-skin cloak tighter around himself. This cloak had once been Lu Fei’s family treasure, but after losing a bet, Lu Fei handed it over to Xiao Ming. To be fair, Xiao Ming had given him some silver in return—enough to keep Lu Fei happy for a while. After all, the man had been planning to sell it…
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Chang’an’s Machinery Department. Early in the morning, the Firearms Camp delivered a cannon from Qingzhou. Fang Chengyou circled around the cannon, taking precise measurements of its length, thickness, and barrel design. His body still felt a bit weak—a lingering side effect of last night’s indulgence. He recorded each dimension with utmost care. Just yesterday, Prince Zhao's heir Zhao Yuanliang had promised him that if he succeeded in replicating the cannon and handed over the production…
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Advanced chapter at Patreon.com/caleredhair. its alredy in chapter 560 “It was the gunpowder.” A few days ago, snow had begun falling in Qingzhou, covering the land in a thick, unbroken white blanket. It was now the season for admiring the snow. In his free time, Xiao Ming often sat in the tower of the Prince’s Residence, quietly working on writing educational materials. “Gunpowder? So that means there was nothing wrong with Chang’an’s bronze cannon?” Pang Yukun asked with concern. “It…
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Light blue smoke drifted across the firearms training camp, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air. Many of the civil officials looked pale and unsteady on their feet. Even the military officers, though sturdier, still showed visible shock. They had never seen such terrifying weaponry. It wasn’t just that the cannonball had smashed through three trees—the thunderous roar alone could throw cavalry into disarray. General Luo Quan had previously only heard about the power of cannons from his son Luo…
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The soft, seductive sounds of singing echoed throughout the room. Zhao Yuanliang noticed the expression on Fang Chengyou’s face and smiled faintly. To him, everyone had a weakness. Fang Chengyou was no different. Though he always put on a righteous front in public, Zhao Yuanliang knew this man lusted after beauty more than life itself. He clapped his hands—and three stunning women slowly walked in from the inner room. They were exquisitely dressed, alluring, with sultry eyes and graceful…
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The clatter of hooves echoed through the streets of Chang’an, sending the citizens scurrying to either side of the road. Seeing officials galloping by on horseback stirred up whispers among the people—such chaos hadn’t been seen since the last time the nomads threatened the city. Many began to worry—was something big about to happen? Riding at full speed, Emperor Xiao Wenxuan looked more joyful than he had in years. In fact, the good news he’d received in the past year was more than in the past…
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