"Prince, let go of me first!"

Yang Mengchen struggled to free her hand that was being grabbed, but Long Xuanmo held it tightly, leaving her unable to break free. She looked back, her clear eyes seeing Sister Jin and others all bowing their heads, and although she did not notice any villagers nearby, Yang Mengchen still felt very panicked.

Moreover, the warm touch beneath the palm of her hand, like the forceful heartbeat of a drumstick striking a large drum, caused a faint blush of annoyance to slowly spread across her face.

Long Xuanmo wanted to say he wouldn't let go, but seeing the annoyed look in Yang Mengchen's eyes, he reluctantly released her hand. His left hand quietly caressed his palm, as if the tender, warm sensation still lingered. His heart was joyous and yearning, but his cold and charming face was full of wistful longing.

"Ah Jiu, don't be angry with me. Don't ignore me, okay?"

Giving Long Xuanmo a glare, "I'm not angry!" Yang Mengchen then briskly walked forward, her figure appearing somewhat hasty and flustered.

In fact, these past few days had not been pleasant for her either. Long Xuanmo hadn't done anything wrong; it was unfair of her to treat Long Xuanmo that way due to personal reasons.

The main thing was, she was nearly forty years old, an older woman, and arguing with Long Xuanmo seemed clearly irrational.

Moreover, Long Xuanmo was not yet seventeen and held a noble status. He might not have any romantic feelings for her, merely seeing her as someone valuable to use. Thus, he indulged and clung to her. If she tried to do it on purpose, it would seem all the more conspicuous, and it was better just to let things take their natural course.

Yang Mengchen completely forgot that modern middle school students were already aware of romantic feelings, not to mention that people in ancient times matured early. Many were betrothed by the age of eleven or twelve, and even if they did not understand love, they were aware of the feelings between a man and a woman.

Of course, Long Xuanmo truly did not understand romantic feelings, much less love. For one, his childhood experiences made him stay away from women. Secondly, he had been at the border since he was ten, surrounded by rough soldiers, so it was entirely normal for him not to know about these matters.

Long Xuanmo gave a bright smile, as radiant and enchanting as the warm sun at that moment, then he quickly caught up with Yang Mengchen and walked side by side with her.

"Ah Jiu, why did you have someone send those iron rods and sweet vegetables?"

"You'll know when the time comes, Prince."

"How did Ah Jiu make those colored oil papers?"

"I added grass juice and flower juice to the raw pulp and then heated it."

"That method is truly marvelous, I'll buy the exclusive rights."

"All right."

...

Listening to the conversation between the two masters ahead, Sister Jin and the others, sensing that the relationship between the two had returned to its previous harmony, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

During the few days of the cold war between the two masters, they, as the servants and subordinates, were also trepidatiously cautious, fearing they might add fuel to the fire if they upset the masters. Thankfully, it was finally clear skies after the rain, and they too were at ease.

Yang Mengchen first went to see the newly built factories. There was a long queue at the entrance, where Shen Qiulan and others were recruiting workers according to the requirements listed by Yang Mengchen, including many people from the neighboring villages.

Seeing Yang Mengchen and her entourage arriving, everyone respectfully greeted her, and Yang Mengchen responded with a smile and a nod.

Ceramic Glaze Factory.

Looking at the neatly arranged ceramic glaze test equipment on the table, Yang Mengchen's face bloomed with a joyful smile, lovingly clinging to Yang Chaoyi's arm: "Dad, you're amazing, your daughter loves you to death!"

A few days ago, she gave a few drawings to her father, asking him and the workers to create ceramic glaze test equipment for researching medicine and cosmetics. She hadn't held out much hope, but to her surprise, her father and the workers actually made it, and it matched her requirements perfectly.

Seeing the surprised yet kindly smiles on the faces around them, Yang Chaoyi's expression turned a bit red with embarrassment. In ancient times, even biological fathers and daughters did not exhibit such intimacy, and he was concerned it might affect his beloved daughter's reputation, but his heart was bursting with joy.

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