Chapter 1391

"Lin Cheng, I know you mean well, but I just can't accept that the legendary weapon is out of my reach."

"Relax, Your Highness, even if you can't get a legendary weapon, I can forge you a suitable one." Lin Cheng patted his shoulder again to comfort him.

"Can't you customize a legendary weapon just for me?"

"Uh."

Faced with this question, Lin Cheng didn't know how to answer.

"It's possible, but I'm afraid the spirit within the legendary weapon might think it's unworthy of Your Highness." Lin Cheng nearly spoke the truth—if he crushed Li Jian's confidence too hard, wouldn't this big order vanish?

There were two production lines in the canyon, working day and night without pause.

For safety's sake, Lin Cheng decided to pitch his business harder.

"Given Your Highness's status, only a divine artifact would suit you. When I'm able to forge divine artifacts, I'll certainly craft one tailored specifically for you."

Hearing there was a chance for a divine artifact, Li Jian's mood instantly improved.

He'd waited this long—what were a few more years?

"Hmm, that's more like it. I'm sure with your talent, you'll be forging divine artifacts in no time."

"Naturally."

Lin Cheng nodded without hesitation.

By the time he reaches Level Four clearance, he should be able to forge divine artifacts.

The imperial capital is a den of intrigue!

He hadn't been born yet, hadn't experienced it firsthand, but his Tute family had been ruthlessly expelled from the imperial capital back then; according to his adoptive father, several nobles had seized all their assets with not a scrap left behind.

Not to mention former craftmaster friends—even if they didn't kick him while he was down, that was already a miracle.

Though he was a reincarnator, he still deeply hated the imperial capital and its unwritten rules; otherwise, he'd already be living a decadent noble's life of luxury.

Surrounded by beautiful maids, with clothes handed to him and meals served, feasting on silk and jade, fine food and drink.

Who the hell would tire themselves out hammering iron and drafting blueprints every day?

"Forget it, Your Highness, I won't go." Lin Cheng's eyes held weariness.

"Why?"

Li Jian sensed the weariness in Lin Cheng's eyes—there must be some hidden pain.

"Grandfather and Father told me the truth about what happened to our Tute family back then. If I go there, I'm afraid I'll lose control and cause a riot. Better not to go. My father hopes I never set foot in the imperial capital."

"I see. Then alright."

Li Jian felt it was a pity, but he understood Lin Cheng's resentment—it was only natural.

Back then, when the former emperor ordered the Tute family punished and expelled, nobles who had once been friendly with them immediately turned on them, seizing every asset without mercy; secretly, other craftmaster families seemed to have been involved too.

If Lin Cheng now returned to the imperial capital with force, the nobles who once harmed the Tute family would panic and obstruct his plans; though he wasn't afraid, he couldn't withstand their constant sabotage.

It would give his third brother an opening.

But if Lin Cheng accompanied him to the imperial capital, he could rapidly forge magic-crystal internal combustion machines suited for farming; even with blueprints, the new craftsmen in the Ministry of Works might take years to build them.

Thinking of this, Li Jian cursed his own weakness and felt utterly powerless—if only he were stronger, those nobles couldn't possibly interfere with any of his plans.

A faint sense of guilt stirred within him.

He's helped me so much, yet I can't offer him any real action to restore his family—only empty words here.

"Lin Cheng, when I ascend the throne, I will restore the Tute family to its former glory!"

This was the second time Li Jian had said this—his heart was resolute; he believed that with Lin Cheng's aid, he wouldn't just ascend the throne, but become the greatest emperor in imperial history.

"Hmm, thank you, Your Highness."

"All I want now is a quiet shop. I don't expect anything from my family—just to live happily with my beloved, and quietly refine my craft."

This was Lin Cheng's true heart.

This was also why he chose the border city over the imperial capital—political scheming was too exhausting; better to grow slowly in peace on the frontier.

Sigh!

These words made Li Jian feel even more moved.

This was true craftsmanship—compared to the two so-called craftmaster families in the imperial capital, Ge Cai was like a saint.