After the old emperor and his entourage left, Yuan Jiaqi looked at Qiao Mai.
"Wife, did you do it on purpose?"
"Which one?"
"The matter with the steel?"
"Yes, it gave me quite a scare, but fortunately, the emperor is a wise ruler. No one has tried to negotiate conditions with him yet."
"You must believe me. I dare not say anything else, but in the Ming Dynasty, no one could bully our family, including the emperor. When I negotiate conditions with him, it's a sign of respect."
Yuan Jiaqi embraced her, feeling a sense of pride.
"I don't want you to sacrifice anything for me."
"It's just the method to make steel. The emperor is still a good person. I am willing to contribute to the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty. After all, constant warfare makes life difficult for the people, and if they have no money, who will patronize my business?"
"Haha, makes sense."
