Chapter 1083

To be precise, it was the pen in Qianhui's hand that she snapped in two with one hand.

"Are you freaking done? Losing it on my head once or twice I could let slide, but now you're just tired of living, aren't you?"

Unable to bear it any longer, Qianhui suddenly erupted, her face contorted as she lunged straight at Lin Cheng, her fists swinging without the slightest mercy—just as she used to pummel her younger brother Gong Bailiu. Now that Gong Bailiu wasn't by her side, the only target Qianhui had to vent on was naturally Lin Cheng.

"Don't hit the face." Lin Cheng immediately begged for mercy, but it was already too late.

"Impossible!"

This little farce sent everything on Lin Cheng's table flying, including several completed drawings at the edge. In an instant, paper swirled everywhere inside the tent, and the two perpetrators showed not the slightest awareness of it.

It was only when the soldiers outside the tent saw that the situation inside was beyond control and the two of them could not be stopped that they called for more soldiers, who forcibly pulled Qianhui—who had been one-sidedly beating Lin Cheng—away.

General Ji Xia came in person. Looking at the tent that was a complete mess, everywhere were drawings and crumpled paper balls that Lin Cheng had drawn, among them no shortage of drawings that Qianhui had sketched.

Looking again at the two of them at the side, already made up, General Ji Xia was utterly speechless.

This must be what they call "love-hate."

"Uh, does this place need cleaning up? Craftsman Lin Cheng."

The legion commander had previously given orders to take good care of Lin Cheng and his family. Now that Lin Cheng and his family were fighting each other, she really had no idea how to report it to the legion commander.

"Of course it does. It's just about lunchtime anyway, so I'll trouble General Ji Xia to send people to clean this up; we'll go eat first." Lin Cheng gave General Ji Xia an embarrassed smile. If Qianhui hadn't suddenly thrown a fit, they wouldn't have made such a mess of the place.

"You don't want the drawings you made earlier either?" Qianhui, afraid of delaying Lin Cheng's official work, leaned against Lin Cheng, seeming a little embarrassed about having made such a terrible mess of the place.

"It's fine, little silly. The useful drawings have long since been stored here." Lin Cheng lightly tapped Qianhui's forehead, then pointed at his own head.

A wave of public display of affection made every person present grit their teeth. The two of you had just thrown a huge tantrum here, and they had kindly come to help, only to end up with a face full of PDA.

If Lin Cheng's identity weren't so special, these single soldiers would have beaten the crap out of him long ago.

After the two of them left, Ji Xia directed the soldiers present to begin clearing up the mess inside the tent.

"General Ji, should everything here be thrown out? The papers and paper balls too?"

"Restore it to its original state as quickly as possible."

"Yes, General."

Among the papers scattered all over the floor, the soldiers saw several drawings of the Master Jianong cannon. These should count as classified documents, the soldiers thought to themselves.

"Wait."

General Ji Xia also quickly spotted several original drawings of the modified Master Jianong cannon. She shouted for the soldiers to stop, and several soldiers froze in place, not daring to move.

"Papers with patterns drawn on them—hand them all over to me." Ji Xia was no fool.

Among the drawings scattered all over the floor, there might well be blueprints for their Nightfall Legion's new-model cannons. If these drawings leaked outside, it would mean their Nightfall Legion's new weapons were disclosed ahead of time, and she might well be severely punished by the legion commander for it.

"Yes, General."

The soldiers searched through, and quickly gathered every drawing that had a pattern on it, handing them over one by one to their superior, General Ji Xia.

Of course, General Ji Xia watched them the entire time; any untoward move on their part would be recorded by Ji Xia.

These soldiers also knew full well the importance of these drawings and did not dare to pocket any of them.

"General Ji, it looks like there's a pattern drawn inside this paper ball too…"

Under General Ji Xia's gaze, a soldier opened a paper ball and then reported to her.

"Collect those too! Collect every single one."

"Yes!"

In the end, General Ji Xia took all the collected drawings and headed to the City Lord's residence where the legion commander was.

The next was the second one—this time a design drawing resembling a traditional cannon, but improved on the basis of the traditional cannon: the barrel was lengthened, slimmer, and larger; the original wheels were enlarged, as if the whole thing had been scaled up by a factor of two; and more importantly, the firing angle of the barrel seemed to be the optimal firing angle the moment the Master Jianong cannon came to a halt."

The third one!!!

It actually was…

A flash of shock and astonishment passed through Lord Xuan Wuji's eyes, and he swiftly slid the drawing before him beneath the others.

"Have you looked at all of these? Ji Xia."

"I have not." Ji Xia shook her head.

During this time, Xuan Wuji kept his gaze fixed on Ji Xia's eyes, but Ji Xia's look was utterly sincere and resolute, so he continued.

"I trust you, Ji Xia. You are my youngest vice general, and I believe you will one day become a full general. Now I am giving you a special mission; the mission period may be a long one."

"Please go ahead, Legion Commander." The moment Ji Xia heard there was a mission, her expression immediately turned solemn.