"Amber?"
Feng Han picked up the slip of paper and examined it carefully. It explained the reason behind the formation of "amber."
He remembered what she had said that day: Fossils and amber were both things left behind by nature from countless years ago, formed through all kinds of natural coincidences.
"So it really isn't anything major."
Still, the thing had to be dug out.
After setting the paper down, Feng Han's expression turned cold.
"Send word to Yuan Wu. Have people protect her and her family twenty-four hours a day. As for the Printing Technique and the dictionary, not a single word can be revealed before it's completed."
Although Yuan Liu still didn't know exactly what the Printing Technique and dictionary were, he knew they were of great importance.
Putting away his usual casual air, he became unusually solemn. "This subordinate understands."
"Go find some people. Find a few who know carving, then find several nimble and clever maids and manservants to send to her."
"Remember, they must be absolutely obedient. Give her their indentures as well."
"Yes, this subordinate will see to it immediately."
The best way to ensure absolute obedience was to control them with drugs—and then control their families as well.
Yuan Liu wore a solemn expression and was about to leave when Feng Han stopped him.
"Wait."
"Tell the Minister of Works to be more diligent and make a few trips to the higher-ups. Matters concerning agriculture affect the people's food and clothing, and they affect the state itself. They cannot be delayed."
Yuan Liu understood.
The emperor had been dragging his feet over the memorial to confer County Princess upon Su Qiao, and his master was angry.
"This subordinate will have someone pass the message to him immediately."
Feng Han thought for a moment.