The powerful princess arrives with a space warehouse

In the study of Minister Wen's residence in Yue Rong Kingdom.

"Grandpa, why did you summon your grandson here?" A thin, slightly short man asked Wen Qingfeng, the Minister of Works, who was sitting behind the desk, with a hint of impatience.

Wen Qingfeng's gaze was as cold and sharp as a knife, staring straight at his grandson, Yue Junyuan, the fifth prince of Yue Rong Kingdom, whose title was Yuan Wang. "Did you send people to deal with those golden-haired people?"

Upon hearing this, Yue Junyuan was startled, then pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "Grandpa, how did you know?"

"You don't need to ask about that. Just tell me, isn't that right?" Wen Qingfeng frowned deeply, his tone growing increasingly somber.

"Yes." Yue Junyuan's expression darkened, and he casually replied, "I sent a few men to deal with those golden-haired men."

But they haven't sent a reply yet, Grandpa. What's wrong?

"Why attack them? What do those blondies have to do with us?" A complex look flashed across Wen Qingfeng's eyes. "Do you know that doing this might expose your strength?"

A hint of doubt flashed in Yue Junyuan's small eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, "Grandpa, do you really not know why your grandson went to deal with them?"

"Why?" Wen Qingfeng asked, puzzled.

"Of course, they're after the muskets in their hands!" A smug look flashed across Yue Junyuan's face.

"A musket?" Wen Qingfeng raised an eyebrow. "What use do you have for that firearm? If it were truly of great use, would your father have let it go?"

“Father?” Yue Junyuan scoffed, his tone full of mockery. “What does my father know! He has no idea of ​​the true power of muskets; besides, he’s afraid of the cannons on their ships.”

"The power of the musket? How do you know that?" Wen Qingfeng frowned even more, his fingertips stroking his sparse beard, his gaze serious.

“That’s what my master told me.” Yue Junyuan’s tone became increasingly smug. “I originally planned to bring the musket to show you how powerful it is after everything is done.”

"Oh? Your master? How would he know these things?"

Yue Junyuan's eyes flickered involuntarily as he avoided Wen Qingfeng's gaze: "Master knew that those golden-haired men had come to my Yue Rong Kingdom, and he also heard that they were carrying muskets."

He paused briefly, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his small eyes, and continued, "My master also has a musket. He said that the muskets in the blond men's hands are better and more sophisticated than his."

"He also said... that if his grandson wanted to succeed, he should find a way to get his hands on these muskets, as they would be of great help to us."

"Your master actually has a musket? Where did he get it?" Upon hearing this, Wen Qingfeng suddenly stood up from his seat, took two steps to Yue Junyuan, and stared intently at his grandson as he pressed for an answer.

"I don't know," Yue Junyuan gently shook his head.

Wen Qingfeng paced back and forth in the study, his hands behind his back. After a long while, he suddenly turned around and said in a deep voice, "Jun Yuan, didn't those blond men tell us that the musket needs gunpowder and gunpowder bullets to work?"

"Even if you manage to get your hands on these few muskets, what will happen once the gunpowder runs out? They'll be useless anyway. Have you considered that?"

“Grandpa, I’m not stupid. I’ve already asked my master.”

"My master said that he has already had people researching this gunpowder, and it will be ready to be formulated soon. Gunpowder iron bullets are also easy to manufacture, so I don't need to worry," Yue Junyuan said excitedly.

"Oh? Is that so?" Wen Qingfeng's expression shifted slightly.

"Hmph! In my opinion, there's no need for such trouble. Just capture those blond men, and we'll be fine with it, figuring out how to make the gunpowder." Yue Junyuan sneered.

"If that's the case, you can send people to guard the territory of Yue Rong Kingdom. Why send your people to operate in Xi Chu Kingdom? Isn't that risky?"

“Grandfather.” Yue Junyuan smiled sinisterly, “You don’t know this, but if something happens to them in the Western Chu Kingdom, it will have nothing to do with our Yue Rong Kingdom. Even if my father knew, he wouldn’t be able to find fault with it.”

Wen Qingfeng nodded slowly and pondered, "That's a thorough consideration." He still felt that the matter was a bit risky, but his grandson was a bit arrogant, so he didn't say much.

"That's not all." At this moment, a sharp light flashed in Yue Junyuan's small eyes, and anyone who knew him would recognize that his gaze was just as gloomy as that of his master, Wu Yuan.

A glint of greed flashed in his eyes as he continued, "My master also said that the muskets those golden-haired men carry aren't the most powerful; they also have fire grenades! Those fire grenades are far more powerful than muskets. If we can get our hands on those fire grenades... hehe, that would be enough for us to accomplish our goal." He couldn't help but let out a chilling laugh at the end.

"Is it really that powerful?" At this moment, a glint of excitement flashed in Wen Qingfeng's eyes.

"Yes, my master has seen the power of those fire bombs. He said that one could kill many people and blast a hole in the city wall."

As Yue Junyuan spoke, his eyes gleamed, as if he wished he could have already snatched the Fire Thunder.

In fact, Wu Yuan had lied to him. Wu Yuan did not know the power of the fire and thunder in the hands of those Luoba people. He only thought so because he was blown up by the small bomb in Ouyang Yunyao's hand.

Upon hearing this, Wen Qingfeng was also excited, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He asked in a deep voice, "Jun Yuan, who did you send this time? Can you guarantee that we'll get those good things?"

"Grandpa, rest assured." Yue Junyuan raised an eyebrow. "This time, I have deployed the elite assassins of my Heavenly Demon Sect. Don't you know their abilities, Grandpa? They have never failed in their mission."

"The Heavenly Demon Sect? Why would you use your Heavenly Demon Sect? Although they might get those things, it could very well expose your identity?" Wen Qingfeng asked worriedly.

“If they fail, there is absolutely no chance of them being caught; even if they are unfortunately caught, they will never utter a single word and implicate their grandson.” Yue Junyuan knew that what his maternal grandfather was most worried about was that this matter would be exposed and arouse his father’s suspicion.

“Grandpa, why are you so alarmed?” Yue Junyuan’s sinister face revealed a hint of certainty. “Besides, even if my father finds out about this, I can argue that it was for the safety of my Yue Rong Kingdom. My father already knew that I founded the Heavenly Demon Sect, and that was with his permission.”

"Grandpa, don't worry, I won't be foolish enough to use the forces we've secretly trained."

"That's good!" Wen Qingfeng nodded silently, his face still gloomy. He pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Things have come to this, so this is the only way. I hope... this time it will succeed."

He had barely finished speaking when there was a soft knock on the study door. Before Wen Qingfeng could respond, two men pushed the door open and entered.

"Father! Junyuan!"

"Grandfather! King Yuan!"

Wen Qingfeng looked up and saw that the people who came were his eldest son, Wen Kang'en, and his eldest grandson, Wen Yunguan.