Chapter 7 Bed Crossbow

Mingzhu couldn't help but feel a surge of anger, so she rolled her eyes and didn't even bother waiting for her shoes. She walked barefoot, causing another commotion and making Geng Mama cry. She sat on the roadside, drawing circles with a dejected look.

Finally, when her shoes were brought to her, she resisted the strong urge to leave quickly and walked down the stone steps with her head held high, arrogantly.

It wasn't until Yvwen Chu couldn't see Mingzhu's figure anymore that he withdrew his gaze and instructed, "Jingsong, find out who the young man was that she was joking with earlier."

A tall man stepped forward and bowed, saying in a low voice, "Your Highness, I know that young man. He is a half orphan adopted by the master of the Jade Emperor Temple. He was picked up as an abandoned baby at the foot of the mountain and has been cherished as if he were the master's own flesh and blood. He wasn't made to become a Taoist priest and was not easily allowed to leave the mountain. He was taught to read and write, given whatever he wanted, and people say he is the master's illegitimate child."

"Half the longing, half the sorrow."

Yvwen Chu thought for a moment and smiled, "Now that you mention it, I do see a resemblance between the young man and the master."

Jingsong laughed along with him and said, "This young man is bold, daring to joke with Fu Mingzhu like that. Perhaps he doesn't know her identity and reputation."

Reputation? People's rumors are often not entirely reliable.

It's said that Fu Mingzhu looks down on everyone, only willing to associate with princesses and noblewomen, and disregarding others. But she clearly showed some affection for this young man, and the tenderness and cuteness she revealed didn't seem fake at all. Where does the arrogance come from?

Yvwen Chu said dismissively, "Go and find out. Fu Mingzhu's intention to break off the engagement may be related to this half orphan."

Mingzhu had a restless night and, after returning, she lay on a lounge chair after breakfast, dozing off bit by bit.

Sulan knelt beside her, massaging her feet with ointment, and whispered, "Why be so polite to the half orphan? A boy raised in the mountains doesn't understand manners, doesn't know the difference between high and low, and will be laughed at."

Although Mingzhu knew Sulan meant well, she was a bit impatient and turned over, saying sullenly, "Don't ask too much, I have my reasons."

In the future, this young man will shine and become the most outstanding craftsman in the world.

He created many extraordinary and powerful weapons, becoming a precious talent sought after by various forces.

Such a person, if grasped, is like having a sharp tool in hand. She would be happy to have him as a friend, and even more so if she could employ him.

Sulan spoke softly, "Life in the mountains is tough, and I know you feel stifled. It's okay to seek some fun, and there are not many people around here who would know. But if the half orphan wins the bet and you really bring him back to the mansion, it might cause a stir. You've just made a fuss about breaking off the engagement, and then you bring back a stranger. It's not a good idea for the half orphan. Those people may not dare to confront you, but they may take it out on him. It wouldn't be good if he suffered because of your good intentions."

"Who dares?!"

Mingzhu sat up fiercely, took her feet back from Sulan's arms, and said fiercely, "What does it have to do with him? They are all too despicable!"

She wanted to befriend the half orphan, knowing his interest in crafting intricate weapons, so she deliberately brought a blueprint for a crossbow to entice him. She threatened that if he could complete the missing part of the blueprint, she would show him her brother's collection of the best weapons in the world, with the intention of recruiting him.

How could this be related to her breaking off the engagement?

Sulan didn't say much, just lowered her eyes and said, "I don't kill Bo Ren, Bo Ren dies because of me. Even if I protect him, there will be times when I can't. You are a wise person, you understand."

Mingzhu stared at Sulan for a while, sighed, and lay back down, saying after a while, "I understand. Let my brother handle this after things calm down. Will that be okay?"

Sulan was the one she neglected and lost her life. At that time, it was different from now. If her father and brothers were determined to protect the half orphan, they could, but he would also be pushed to the forefront, which would not be good for anyone. She was too hasty.

Sulan had intended to provoke Mingzhu, but she didn't expect her to take it to heart. She smiled gently, took Mingzhu's feet back into her arms, and massaged them with scented ointment, saying, "Our young lady has such beautiful and delicate feet, so white, soft, and dainty. She is blessed. In the future, our young lady will surely live a long and peaceful life."

Can one enjoy a good life just with a pair of feet? She had walked down a path of no return in her previous life, all with these "blessed" feet!

Mingzhu snorted, closed her eyes, and hummed, "How come I didn't notice you had such a silver tongue before? Knowledgeable, eloquent, and articulate, making me look like a fool."

Sulan shook her head with a smile, "You're too hard on me, I just learned a few things while serving you. How can I be considered knowledgeable and eloquent? Mr. Jiang often praises you for your exceptional memory and talent. If you were a man, you would be extraordinary. "

When it comes to her painting skills and her remarkable memory, Mingzhu couldn't help but feel a little proud of herself. These two abilities, along with her exceptional dancing skills, which she had developed through rigorous physical training, were the only things she could truly boast about, even though they were not particularly prestigious.

She remembered very clearly that in a few years, a giant bed crossbow would appear, capable of shooting thirty-six arrows at once. The creator was Banjian, but the identity of the draftsman was unknown.

In fact, there were powerful crossbows in the world, but they were mostly arm crossbows and foot crossbows. The kind of bed crossbow that could shoot thirty-six arrows at once had already been lost to history.

Therefore, when this highly lethal bed crossbow appeared, it caused a sensation throughout the entire dynasty. Yuwen You went to great lengths to steal the blueprints, and she happened to catch a glimpse of them by chance and remembered them to this day.

With the advantage of being reborn, she obtained the blueprints for the bed crossbow and learned the identity of its creator. Of course, she had to keep these two things firmly in her grasp in order to feel secure, regardless of whether she had used someone else's property without permission.

This is why she deliberately took half of the blueprint for the bed crossbow, intentionally drawing it incorrectly and leaving out some details, to lure Banjian into a bet with her.

This matter was significant, and since she couldn't rush it, she had to think carefully. After all, Banjian wouldn't be able to repair the blueprint for a while, so she didn't need to be too anxious.

Feeling drowsy, Mingzhu struggled to her feet, rolled back and forth in the recliner a couple of times, then closed her eyes and fell asleep.