"This statement is flawed; do not belittle yourself needlessly. After all, you are a descendant of Gu Yu, and your great-grandmother even constructed an incomprehensible secret tunnel. If that tunnel exists, then the existence of a gunpowder recipe isn't anything out of the ordinary, right?"
Yang Wang looked at Tong Sanlang with a kind expression on his face.
Yet the content of his words was filled with malice.
And he used a question, but his tone was that of a declarative sentence, almost certain that the explosives had been developed by Tong Sanlang himself.
Tong Sanlang's handsome face showed no fear as he looked at Yang Wang and spoke with neither servility nor arrogance, "Your Highness, regarding that secret tunnel, neither I nor my grandfather have already reported to the Grand Emperor, and His Majesty has accepted our explanation."
"Now that Your Highness brings this up, do you intend to set up a court in this desolate place to interrogate me?"