Xiao Changyi actually nodded: "Hmm." No one could compare to his wife.
An Jing immediately kissed Xiao Changyi happily.
Xiao Changyi was somewhat dissatisfied with her perfunctory kiss.
An Jing only found it amusing, but still sweetly leaned in again, pressing her lips to his once more.
But that was all she did, just pressed her lips to his.
She deliberately didn’t move, standing there maintaining the position of their lips touching, but the smile on the corners of her mouth was wide, clearly intentional, revealing her desire to see how long he could endure it.
Xiao Changyi couldn’t stand it at all—this was his wife, why should he restrain himself? Seeing An Jing intentionally pausing, he wasn’t annoyed and directly clasped the back of her head, deepening their kiss.
When the kiss ended, An Jing was already sitting on Xiao Changyi’s lap.
And Xiao Changyi was sitting on the chair in front of the desk.
An Jing, holding Xiao Changyi’s neck, tried to steady her breathing before signaling him to look at the Miao knife drawing on the desk.
Then she explained to him in detail: "My lord, this knife is called a Miao knife, named for its slender blade resembling young sprouts."
"This Miao knife has been a weapon passed down since ancient times in my original world, and it possesses tremendous lethality."
"And this knife, throughout history, has been wielded by the ancient Royal Imperial Guard of my world."
"When adoptive father asked me in the daytime what I had contemplated, I hadn’t actually thought of this knife yet, but after seeing the guards by his side, it came to me. We could forge a batch of these knives, and distribute one to each member of the Imperial Guard, what do you think?"
The Emperor of Xiyun also had an Imperial Guard.
Xiao Changyi said, "Very good."
An Jing was very happy with Xiao Changyi’s approval; her husband always indulged her.
However, after thinking about it, she rejected her own proposal and changed her suggestion: "Let’s not forge a batch first; just cast one for now, have the master blade-maker cast one for us to show adoptive father, and let him, the Emperor, decide whether to produce a batch."
She had changed her mind because she felt it wasn’t right to overshadow others.
"Hmm." Xiao Changyi had no objections. Indeed, this was more prudent. It would make the old man’s heart feel more comfortable too.
"This knife has such great lethality," An Jing added, "once adoptive father sees it after it’s cast, I think there’s a very high chance he will produce a batch for the Imperial Guard."
"Hmm." Xiao Changyi thought so too.
The next day, An Jing gave the structural drawings of the Miao knife to Meng Lanqing and asked him to find a master blade-maker to cast one.
When An Jing got her hands on the Miao knife, it was two and a half months later.
The moment An Jing received the Miao knife, she first let Xiao Changyi demonstrate a set of knife techniques for her to see, and after she watched with great satisfaction and happiness, she visited the palace with Xiao Changyi to show the Miao knife to the Emperor of Xiyun.
When the Emperor of Xiyun saw the Miao knife, his eyes initially brightened, and then, as a guard set down his own knife and wielded the Miao knife for a bit, the Emperor’s eyes shone even brighter.
"Jingjing..." The Emperor of Xiyun looked at An Jing and sighed with admiration, at a loss for words to express his amazement at her genius.
Su Chengyu happened to come by, and when he saw the Miao knife, his eyes also lit up. After hearing that it was devised by An Jing, Su Chengyu immediately bowed to her, saying, "The talent of the Imperial Sister-in-law is immeasurable!"
An Jing was modest with Su Chengyu for a while, and only then did she inquire of the Emperor of Xiyun, "Royal Father, regarding my earlier proposal...?"
The Emperor of Xiyun immediately replied, "This knife is so good, naturally, I want to cast a batch for the Imperial Guard. If it didn’t take so much time to make one, and the materials weren’t so difficult to smelt, I would want all the armed forces, each man, to have one."