After hearing this, Sunday thought it over and found no issue with it. Those children had grown stronger too quickly; a little tempering would do them good.
"Indeed. But rest assured, sir, there is still some time before then. With the factory only just established, things are rather pressing at the moment. It will probably be two or three months from now."
Qian Renxue had regained her composure by then and began explaining the timing of the Exchange Tournament to Sunday.
"That will do. Since Your Highness has been busy lately, I shall take my leave. The firearms are a success. All that remains is batch production."
Sunday rose as he spoke. Now that the rifle had been manufactured, Qian Renxue's chances of seizing the palace in the future had increased greatly, and she would also be better able to influence the battlefield.
"Take care, sir."
Qian Renxue stood and escorted Sunday to the rear garden gate, smiling at him as she spoke.
"No need to see me any farther."
Sunday turned to say this to Qian Renxue, then glanced at a corner of the rear garden before leaving the Crown Prince's Manor.
After Sunday left, Qian Renxue stood at the gate in a daze for a while, then turned toward the Pavilion.
A sturdy old man had appeared there. Clad in golden armor, he was leisurely sipping tea.
A smile appeared on Qian Renxue's lovely face. She hurried to the old man's side and spoke with delight.
"Second Grandpa, you're here!"
Golden Crocodile smiled and stroked his beard, his expression kindly.
"Xue'er specifically asked me to come. How could this old man dare refuse? You should know, Guang Ling and Azure Luan were practically jumping up and down with frustration when they found out."
"Second Grandpa~"
"Hahaha, all right,