Just past noon, the torrential downpour turned into a gentle drizzle.
Duan Yunfei yawned, looking a little weary as he said to Le Zhao and the others, "Since the rain has eased, let’s all head back to our rooms."
Earlier, because the wind and rain were too strong, he had held back from asking people to leave. Now that the rain had lightened, he didn’t want to keep people any longer.
Knowing he was injured, the others didn’t linger any further and got up one by one to bid him farewell.
Seeing everyone leave, Shen Qinglan also stood up to go, but was held back by Duan Yunfei.
"Qinglan, stay a little longer!"
Seeing the anticipation in his eyes, Shen Qinglan couldn’t refuse and quickly sat back down.
This scene was caught by Ding Xuan, who had turned back to look at Duan Yunfei, bringing another wave of jealousy and resentment.
From childhood to now, there was nothing she couldn’t have, and Duan Yunfei was also someone she was determined to get!
With this thought, Ding Xuan snorted coldly in her heart, turned back, and continued to follow the others.
As soon as everyone left, the room fell into silence.
Shen Qinglan thought for a moment, then took the initiative to ask, "Do you know any blacksmiths?"
"A blacksmith?" Duan Yunfei nodded, "Yes, there’s a forge on Third Street in Jinxi Town."
That was a forge run by Yongning Manor, of course, Duan Yunfei didn’t mention it.
Shen Qinglan took out a stack of thin papers from her sleeve, spread them on the table, and said, "I want to make these things, I wonder if it can be done."
Duan Yunfei picked them up and looked through them one by one. Apart from the small stove and small spoon, he didn’t recognize anything else.
He pointed to one of them and asked, "What is this?"
It looked like a pot, yet it didn’t seem like one.
Shen Qinglan said, "Yuan Yang pot."
The name was quite unusual; he had never heard of it before.
"And what about this one?"
Duan Yunfei pointed to another one and asked.
Duan Yunfei looked back and forth at the blueprints in his hand, thoughtfully saying, "Qinglan, you sure know a lot!"
Shen Qinglan, with a calm face, said, "Just tinkering around when I’m bored."
Duan Yunfei smiled and said nothing.
He put away the blueprints, looked at her, and said, "I’ll keep the blueprints here. When the rain stops, I’ll have Xuan Ming take them to the blacksmith to see if they can make them."
Actually, as long as there are blueprints, the blacksmiths of Yongning Manor can make them.
Besides, the things on the blueprints aren’t anything complicated.
"If they can make them, have twenty stoves and pots made, and five or six peelers." Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩
"Alright!" Duan Yunfei nodded and then asked, "What is the Yuan Yang pot used for?"
"You’ll find out when the time comes!"
Shen Qinglan stood up and said, "It’s past noon, you should rest."
"Are you going back?"
Duan Yunfei’s tone was slightly regretful.
Shen Qinglan thought for a moment, then said, "Let me check how your wound is healing."
Upon hearing this, Duan Yunfei was slightly taken aback, then chuckled lightly and voluntarily pulled his robe down to his waist.
Shen Qinglan circled behind him and saw that the wound had nearly healed.
At this rate, in another day or two, the stitches could probably be removed.
Earlier, she hadn’t noticed that Duan Yunfei had a rather sturdy build, and his skin... it seemed quite fair and smooth!
Unconsciously, Shen Qinglan reached out to touch it.
Duan Yunfei’s body tensed, and Shen Qinglan was also taken aback.
She cleared her throat lightly, pretending nothing had happened, and helped him pull the robe back up.
"Well... the wound is almost healed. I’ll come back in a couple of days to remove the stitches for you."
After Shen Qinglan finished speaking, before Duan Yunfei could say anything, she turned and walked out the door.