"No matter how formidable she is, she's just a woman."
Qin Fu interrupted the person and after a moment of thought said, "Rather than guard against it, we should gather it in."
"Gather it in? Mr. Qin, have you thought of a better plan?"
Old He was very curious. Qin Fu moved the letter to the candle flame and watched the rising fire, squinting his eyes.
"She may die, but those firearms must stay."
"The letter says she's the wife of Xie Huai'an, and that Mr. Xie was the former Prime Minister, not one to be trifled with. To be his wife and still craft firearms, do you think she could do that alone?"
"Mr. Qin, are you suggesting she might have Mr. Xie's people behind her?"
"Xie Huai'an's death was at the Princess's behest. Why she targeted him must be due to some hidden secret behind him. I think it's likely because of this weapon. If I can get these firearms and present them to King Yan, when King Yan takes power and ascends the throne, won't I rise to glory in one leap?"
