"He was a great man. You'll meet him someday, if the opportunity arises."
Sunday put the pocket watch away without explaining further.
Qian Renxue did not press him. Everyone had secrets; laying them bare would do no good.
"By the way, Your Highness, about those blueprints?"
At Sunday's question, a flicker of excitement appeared on Qian Renxue's face.
"Don't worry. I've already reported some of the civilian products to Father and secured their approval under imperial legislation. They'll officially enter production in a month.
As for the rifles and other firearms, ten have already been made. They've passed inspection and are now issued to the crown prince's personal guard."
Sunday nodded. As long as they could manufacture them, the rest would not be a problem.
With troops like these, even if Qian Renxue failed to poison Xue Ye, she would not be left utterly incapable of seizing the palace as she had been in the original story.
Against the likes of Liu Erlong, rifles would not care whether someone was a Soul Saint or a Soul Douluo. One volley would turn them all into minced meat.
They were not called carbon-based life-form pacifiers for nothing. Even with the most ordinary black powder, they were far beyond what these Soul Masters could hope to challenge.
"Excellent. Since you're still unwell, Your Highness, I'll take my leave."
He needed to have Rakshasa wake Bibi Dong. It was not yet time for the continent to descend into chaos.
Seeing that Sunday wanted to leave, Qian Renxue did not try to keep him. After several days of nonstop travel, she was utterly exhausted.
"In that case, take care, sir."
Sunday nodded, turned, and left Qian Renxue's bedchamber. Since she was all right, he had other matters to attend to.
Back at Heaven Dou Royal