Seeing Zuo Qingyu, who was kneeling on the ground, Zuo Ming smiled at Emperor Wu. "Your Majesty, this is Zuo Qingyu, my second daughter. She was the one who insisted on coming to Master Rong Yang."
"Your Majesty?" The old steward was so shocked that his knees buckled.
Emperor Wu nodded. "Good. Your daughter will be rewarded once the formidable weapon is completed."
The formidable weapon?! Zuo Qingyu's stomach lurched when she heard those words.
Seriously? Emperor Wu had brought all these people here to witness the formidable weapon?
Zuo Qingyu looked up at her father.
Zuo Ming rubbed his chin in satisfaction and nodded at his daughter.
Instantly, Zuo Qingyu felt like passing out. She knew she was doomed.
She opened her mouth to say something, but all words failed her.
After checking the color of the sky, Zuo Ming smiled at Zuo Qingyu. "Xiao Yu, where is Master Rong Yang?"
