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Chapter 1720 You Dare to Play Tricks on Me (Bonus Chapter for 208 Million Votes)

"As far as I know, the Jiang family committed the heinous crime of treason, which resulted in the execution of the entire family. According to the laws of your Great Zhou, you and your family should have turned to dust long ago."

"Nangong Xuanyu spared your life until now. Tell me, what is his motive?"

"Is there something on you... that he couldn't bear to destroy?"

Jiang Wange felt a chill run down her spine.

This Hun was indeed direct, without beating around the bush at all.

Of course, she wouldn't reveal her trump card so quickly. She said with a half-smile, "Since Your Highness has already investigated me, you should know that I am nothing more than a pitiful wretch who relies on my family and is implicated by it."

"Perhaps Nangong kept me here... to see how long the Jiang family's daughter could endure despair?"

Luan Di Yi Tu frowned slightly, clearly dissatisfied with the answer.

He patiently continued, "I've also heard that you left behind a legendary reputation in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Not only can you write timeless masterpieces, but you also always have some strange and unusual ideas in your mind."

"In the past few years, although Nangong Xuanyu has kept you imprisoned, he has not cut off your supplies. Are you perhaps plotting something for him?"

At this point, Luan Di Yi Tu paused, his gaze fixed intently on Jiang Wange: "Some things in the Great Zhou have been quite different lately. Do you know anything about the mysterious weapons that have appeared on the northern frontier battlefield?"

Jiang Wange's heart skipped a beat.

The Xiongnu were indeed after gunpowder.

She lowered her eyelashes, concealing the strange look in her eyes: "How could I, a woman deep in the palace, know what Your Highness has said?"

After failing to get the answer he wanted twice in a row, Luan Di Yi Tu's already dwindling patience was completely exhausted.

His face darkened, and he exuded a menacing aura: "Jiang Wange, I don't have time to play riddles with you!"

"You know your current situation well; it was I who gave you a second life."

"I want to know the clues about the Great Zhou's mysterious weapon. If you know anything about it, it will be your chance to live."

"If you know nothing..."

Luan Di Yi Tu sneered, his eyes icy: "What use is there for me to keep such a piece of trash?!"

Feeling the killing intent emanating from him, Jiang Wange felt a chill in her heart.

She had finally seen the light of day again, and she didn't want to go to meet the King of Hell so soon.

Besides, she's not even from this world, so what difference does it make which country she helps? It all comes down to who can give her a better life.

She wanted to use the power of the Xiongnu to take revenge on Nangong Xuanyu!

Jiang Wange looked at Luan Di Yi Tu and slowly uttered two words: "Gunpowder."

"The mysterious weapon you want to know about is called gunpowder."

Luan Di Yi Tu's pupils contracted: "Gunpowder?"

"Not bad!"

Jiang Wange nodded and said, "You've come to the right person. I'm the one who invented gunpowder!"

"absurd!"

Luan Di Yi Tu's first reaction was not surprise, but rage, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

He stood up, his tall figure completely looming over Jiang Wange, and roared, "Woman of the Great Zhou, how dare you play tricks on me?!"

"Those divine objects capable of changing the world must have been created by the world's most outstanding sages and craftsmen, who exhausted their efforts to even begin to grasp their secrets. How dare you, a woman confined to the deep palace and from a fallen family, presume to claim that you created them?"

"I went to great lengths to get you out because I thought you might know some secrets, not to listen to your nonsense!"

Jiang Wange moved her lips, as if to say something, but Luan Di Yi Tu warned, "My patience is limited. If you utter another lie, I will immediately send you to meet the King of Hell!"

Faced with the enraged Luan Di Yi Tu, a hint of annoyance flashed in Jiang Wange's eyes.

No wonder everyone says the Xiongnu were barbarians.

She knew she had no way out; this was her only chance.

"Your Highness doesn't believe me?"

Jiang Wange tilted her head slightly, meeting Luan Di Yi Tu's cannibalistic gaze, and calmly said, "Then think about it, why did Nangong Xuanyu spare my life?"

"Why did you allow me to request such strange and unusual materials in the Elegant Garden?"

"Sulfur, saltpeter, charcoal... and some purification equipment, he made sure to provide them all."

"If I were just an ordinary deposed concubine, why would he treat me so well?"

Seeing that the killing intent in Luan Di Yi Tu's eyes had not diminished, Jiang Wange quickly said, "One part saltpeter, two parts sulfur, and three parts charcoal is the most basic formula for gunpowder!"

"But the resulting product is very violent and difficult to control. It is necessary to carefully select saltpeter, repeatedly rinse and purify it to remove impurities and obtain its essence."

"Sulfur also needs to be ground and screened to select those with good color and pure quality."

"Charcoal made from willow wood is best; it needs to be thoroughly burned, ground into a fine powder, and sieved through a fine sieve..."

"The slightest difference in the proportions of the three ingredients can lead to vastly different results. When mixing them together, the mixture must be extremely dry, and must be kept away from moisture and fire."

"Grinding requires a wooden mortar and pestle; never use iron tools to strike it, otherwise there will be an immediate and deafening explosion, and the body will be completely destroyed..."

Jiang Wange began to describe some production details that sounded extremely professional and dangerous.

These were originally the knowledge she used to prove her worth to Nangong Xuanyu in exchange for survival, but now they have become the things that save her life.

At first, Luan Di Yi Tu's face still showed suspicion and impatience.

They assumed Jiang Wange was making a last-ditch effort and fabricating stories.

After all, how could such a divine object be created by a woman?

But as he listened, Luan Di Yi Tu's impatient expression gradually froze.

He was a Xiongnu nobleman who had closely observed the mysterious weapons that appeared on the northern frontier battlefield of the Great Zhou Dynasty and had also studied the captured wreckage.

The material properties described by Jiang Wange actually matched some of the fragmented information he knew!

This doesn't seem like something a woman in the inner palace could fabricate out of thin air...

Luan Di Yi Tu stared intently at Jiang Wange, trying to find any trace of lying on her face.

But Jiang Wange's eyes were full of confidence.

Could it be... that there's some truth to what this woman said?

The mysterious weapon that shocked the grasslands and kept the king awake at night—was it really made by the pale, thin woman before him?

This idea struck Luan Di Yi Tu as utterly absurd!

How could a woman be so amazing?!

But reason told him that Jiang Wange's story was quite detailed and convincing, and he couldn't completely rule out this possibility...

Jiang Wange keenly noticed the wavering in Luan Di Yi Tu's eyes.

She knew that she had won her gamble for the time being.

But merely making Luan Di Yi Tu somewhat skeptical is far from enough.

To survive, she needs a powerful backer!

The man before her was powerful, savage, and held the power of life and death over her.

Perhaps, it was still her hope for revenge and to realize her ambitions.

Besides what's in her head, what else could attract him?

Jiang Wange took a soft breath, suppressing the humiliation in her heart, and tried her best to show a weak expression.

She slightly adjusted her posture, letting her dress accentuate her slender figure, and softened her voice: "Your Highness..."