Nan Hua blinked her eyes.
"Rest for now." Long Qian Xing rubbed Nan Hua’s head tenderly. "We’ll talk more about it tomorrow."
"En."
The two of them slept side by side, staying close to each other. Their servants outside tacitly agreed not to disturb the two people’s word and left quietly.
...
<Long distance away, North Border>
Song Yun Xiang sighed after reading the letter delivered from Long Qian Xing. To be honest, he didn’t expect to be alarmed in the middle of the night because of a letter from Long Qian Xing.
Thankfully, it was almost dawn, so he chose to wake up directly without hesitation.
There was no point to keep sleeping anyway.
’So they’re really targeting him...’
Song Yun Xiang felt headache when he thought about the letter that Long Qian Xing sent to him not long ago. From reading the letter alone, Song Yun Xiang could sense that Long Qian Xing was filled with murderous intent just from the letter alone.
Because the northern tribe had crossed his line.
And this made Song Yun Xiang felt headache. Because he knew very well that it was impossible for him to let Long Qian Xing came here without Emperor Yang Zhou’s order. Thankfully, Long Qian Xing only asked for information.
"...Why did you come here so early in the morning?" Gu Xia Mo looked at the guest coming to his house in bewilderment. He had just rested for a short period of time and planned to go back to the ’laboratory’ for some testing when he heard the servant announced that someone came.
Seeing Song Yun Xiang who was walking somewhat strangely, Gu Xia Mo had the feeling that this man was drunk.
"I received a letter from Long Qian Xing."
"What did he say?"
"Some people dared to attack the Long Family Residence," Song Yun Xiang chuckled. "I think that the northern tribe is seeking death."
They dared to provoke so many people through sending their assassination cadres over. This made Song Yun Xiang wonder how they have so much confidence that they wouldn’t be beaten up when they came over.
After all, none of the people whom they have provoked so far were easy to deal with.
"Someone dared to assassinate him?" Gu Xia Mo was also stunned.
It was really rare to see someone wanting to seek death so much.
"He asked for some information and I think that there’s a possibility that the northern tribes people are either cooperating with each other or..." Song Yun Xiang looked at Gu Xia Mo and said slowly, "They might have invention far beyond their time that could make them so confident."
Invention beyond their time.
The cannon that they have made so far was already an invention beyond this time. The materials’ production couldn’t keep up with the demand and they couldn’t even make the proper materials.
This resulted in their invention being a bit dangerous to use and they themselves had to be careful.
"If you want, I can just make carbon monoxide or other gaseous..." Gu Xia Mo looked at Song Yun Xiang speechlessly.
"Can you?" Song Yun Xiang’s eyes lit up.
"Yes. Basic alchemy... I mean, chemistry is easy," Gu Xia Mo replied.
It was nothing more than separating these substance and then kept them... wait, there was no glass objects here so he could only make do with porcelains.
Though... these porcelains were actually a bit expensive.
"That’s good."
"But don’t try to use it often. Keeping things in gaseous form is not that easy without proper storage. Aside from the porcelains, there’s no other suitable container," Gu Xia Mo reminded.
"I know."
...
Author’s Note:
While carbon dioxide (CO2) is not inherently poisonous, high concentrations can displace oxygen, leading to asphyxiation and potentially causing harm.
Also, carbon dioxide is heavier than air, approximate 1,53 times heavier than air. So if you were to release the carbon dioxide in a room, it will fall down to the bottom and this process is basically invisible to the naked eyes.
In today’s age, it’s actually easy to make CO2 but since the setting of this world is the ancient world, many readymade materials are not available.

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