Chapter 663: A Pen Can Pacify the World, A Horse Can Settle the Heavens

Ying Zheng fell into thought for a moment.

How could such delicious food fall into their hands?

Of course, it would be best kept in the royal family's hands.

With so many sweet potatoes and potatoes, the people of Great Qin would surely grow tired of them eventually.

If one were to use these sweet potatoes and potatoes to create more delicacies, they would surely be very popular.

Possessing this food-manufacturing technology, wealth would surely come rolling in.

Ying Zheng had also seen through this point, so he laughed out very happily.

Wu Shi Luo and Lady Ba Qing saw that everyone's gaze was fixed on Ying Zi Ye.

Their gazes naturally followed suit, turning toward Ying Zi Ye.

No way?

At that moment, the two of them understood almost in an instant.

Wu Shi Luo had an epiphany.

Earlier, before Lady Ba Qing had arrived, he had wanted to meet the person who made the delicacies.

At that time, Your Majesty and the others had looked toward the Crown Prince.

Now it was the same again—how could he still not know the reason behind it?

So the person who made these delicacies was actually the Crown Prince!

He should have guessed it earlier, after all—Your Majesty's people had all looked at him.

He had simply been interrupted by Lady Ba Qing.

Lady Ba Qing also understood—the moment His Highness made a move, nothing was ordinary.

Such delicacies, apart from His Highness, probably no one else could produce them.

After all, they had cooperated before, and the products made had set the whole of Great Qin on fire.

Perhaps only the Crown Prince could achieve such a thing.

In Great Qin, she had not discovered anyone else with such talent.

Only the Crown Prince was an exception.

Ying Zi Ye sat quietly to the side, sipping tea.

He felt everyone's gazes.

His expression remained as calm and composed as ever.

Utterly unmoved.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?"

"Looking at me like that will make me embarrassed."

Ying Zi Ye smiled and tossed out a playful remark.

"Your Highness is truly a man of both literary and martial prowess; Luo is in utmost admiration."

"Your Highness is truly a lucky star for our Great Qin."

Wu Shi Luo subtly gave a flattering compliment.

He often read the Great Qin Daily.

The reports frequently featured His Highness's deeds.

How could he not know Ying Zi Ye's prowess in martial matters?

He was excited—the person who made the delicacies was right before his eyes.

If he wanted to cooperate or anything else, he could simply go straight to His Highness.

"Great Herdsman, you're too kind."

"They're just little trinkets."

"I just like tinkering around when I'm free."

Seeing Wu Shi Luo's enthusiasm, how could Ying Zi Ye not have guessed what was on his mind?

But this also seemed to be an opportunity—a chance for mutual benefit.

However, between these two, he had not yet decided whom to choose.

Lady Ba Qing's eyes were equally fervent.

After all, the previous cooperation with His Highness was still vivid in her memory.

Although it was only a 30-70 split, this deal was a sure profit with no loss.

Through her efforts, those rice paper, refined salt, chairs, benches, and tea leaves were sold all over Great Qin.

That was an enormous profit.