Bai Wutong went to the textile factory to check on the spindleless textile machine. Jin Linglong said eagerly, "Consort, this is the textile machine that my husband and I have modified."
Jin Linglong and Zhang Jing both thought that Lin Siyu had accepted her fate, so they really treated the spindleless textile machine as their own invention.
They spoke so openly that Bai Wutong could not tell anything amiss.
The spindleless textile machine already had some similarities to modern textile machines. Jin Linglong skillfully operated and demonstrated, and soon weaved a section of white cotton cloth.
Bai Wutong looked at the excited Zhang Jing and was about to praise him when a female voice suddenly broke the harmonious atmosphere.
"Greetings, Consort!"
When Jin Linglong heard Lin Siyu's voice, her heart skipped a beat. She subconsciously wanted to drag Lin Siyu away.
