The Monarch Desires to Witness Earthly Wonders, Personally Driving a Chariot Towards Wu'an

Inside the main hall of Zhangtai Palace, the Chief of Receptionists finished reading the military dispatch and swept his gaze over the document in his hands.

Suddenly recalling something, he hurriedly drew out a roll of brocade memorial from beneath the dispatch. Holding it up with both hands, he bowed slightly and said with cautious deliberation, "Your Majesty, I have another memorial here that has not yet been presented."

Ying Zheng was still immersed in the exhilaration of destroying Wei and capturing Yan. At this, his brows lifted slightly. "Oh? Could it be from Lord Wuwei?

"Now that he has pacified Wei and Yan, perhaps he has plans for further expansion?"

The Chief of Receptionists hurriedly shook his head and raised the memorial higher. "In reply to Your Majesty, this is a memorial submitted by Prince Fusu from Wu'an."

The anticipation in Ying Zheng's eyes diminished somewhat.

Fusu's memorials had previously mostly urged "benevolent governance and love for the people" and "light taxes and levies." They were filled from start to finish with lofty principles, always carrying the pedantic broad-mindedness of a Confucian scholar.

Over time, Ying Zheng had unconsciously grown less interested in Fusu's memorials.

Yet on second thought, Fusu had spent a long time training under Zhao Cheng in Wu'an. His outlook must surely differ from before; perhaps he might offer some new insight.

Ying Zheng raised a hand in a sweep, his tone softening somewhat. "Present it."

Zhao Gao bowed as he descended the vermilion steps, took the memorial, and presented it before Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng unfolded the brocade, at first merely skimming a few lines with casual disinterest.

But when the words "electric lamps" and "hydroelectric power generation" entered his sight, his gaze abruptly sharpened. His formerly relaxed posture unconsciously straightened, and his fingertips tightened