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The floor tiles in the main hall were very cold, exuding a chill that seeped into your bones.

Wang Kui covered his nose, which had been hit and turned red, his eyes wide open like copper bells.

Just as he was about to lash out, he saw Jiang Lin bend down and slowly pick up the crumpled piece of paper that he had stepped on.

As Jiang Lin smoothed out the crumpled drawing, he clicked his tongue in amazement:

"What a pity, this paper is top-quality bamboo paper that just came out of the academy's paper mill. It's so hard that it's not even suitable for wiping your butt, but it's perfect for drawing this kind of garbage."

"How dare you!" Wang Kui roared in fury, turning to kowtow to Zhao Zhen. "Your Majesty! This man is ravaging the court, disregarding the law. This blueprint is clearly irrefutable evidence, yet he dares to call it rubbish!"

"Whether something is trash or not isn't determined by words."

Jiang Lin interrupted Wang Kui's howling. Holding the blueprints, he walked a few steps to a military officer.

That was the Commander-in-Chief of the Palace Guards, who was in charge of guarding the palace on weekdays and was quite knowledgeable about the subject.

"General Cui, may I borrow your sword?"

General Cui was taken aback and subconsciously looked at Zhao Zhen. Zhao Zhen's face was ashen; he did not speak, but simply nodded slightly.

Jiang Lin didn't stand on ceremony. He drew his sword and pointed the tip directly at the most complex-looking casing structure in the center of the blueprint.

"Lord Wang said this crossbow can shoot eight hundred paces and fire ten arrows in succession." Jiang Lin turned around, facing the assembled civil and military officials, his voice clear and bright.

"Although you gentlemen are mostly well-versed in classical literature, you should have seen this basic physical labor before. To shoot an arrow eight hundred paces, how much tension would the bowstring need?"

An official from the Ministry of Works instinctively chimed in, "It must be a crossbow with a capacity of at least twelve shi (a unit of weight)."

"Twelve bushels." Jiang Lin smiled. "Alright, let's calculate it as twelve bushels. Please take a look at the lever design on this drawing."

The tip of the knife traced an arc along the ink line and stopped at a lever connection point.

"It's like trying to pry a thousand-pound boulder with a chopstick." Jiang Lin looked at Wang Kui as if he were an idiot.

"The lever ratio of this crossbow is only one to three. To draw a twelve-stone bowstring, the operator needs at least four stones of arm strength. Lord Wang, you just said that this crossbow is used to equip private soldiers."

"Where did I find thousands of naturally strong men, each with arms thicker than their thighs, to serve as my private army?"

A murmur arose in the court.

Many officials who knew a bit about martial arts craned their necks to take a look, and their expressions immediately turned strange.

Indeed, the structure is drawn to be imposing, but if you were to actually stretch it out, it would break a person's back.

Wang Kui's face turned pale, and he argued, "This...this might be aided by some kind of mechanism..."

"A mechanism to assist? Fine, you've got a mechanism." Jiang Lin turned his blade, pointing it at the so-called "rapid-fire receiver." "Now let's talk about this most fatal part."

His voice suddenly turned cold, carrying a chilling undertone.

"The power released instantly by a crossbow with a capacity of twelve stones is terrifying. In order to achieve rapid fire, the receiver in this drawing has completely removed the buffer groove of the rebound, and replaced it with a rigid locking latch."

Jiang Lin raised his head and looked directly at Zhao Zhen: "Your Majesty, this is like putting gunpowder in a sealed iron can and lighting it, but without leaving an outlet."

"Once the trigger is pulled, the enormous reaction force cannot be released through the arrow; this force will act directly on the receiver casing."

There can only be one outcome.

Jiang Lin made an explosion gesture with both hands and softly said, "Bang."

"The entire casing will explode instantly. Countless shattered metal pieces and wood chips will, like hidden weapons, instantly turn the user's face into a mangled mess, splattering their brains out."

The main hall was deathly silent.

Jiang Lin casually tossed the blueprints on the ground, as if throwing away a rag stained with feces.

"Lord Wang, is this the 'unstoppable' weapon you spoke of?"

Jiang Lin scoffed, "This is clearly a meticulously designed 'suicide weapon.' If I really wanted to rebel, I could make thousands of these things and distribute them to my men. Without the imperial army even attacking, my own men would be wiped out in the first volley."

"I may be greedy, but I'm not mentally challenged."

"These blueprints are only interesting to laymen who don't understand the principles of physics. If you show them to any experienced craftsman, they'll be laughed out of the house."

"Lord Wang, is that 'old craftsman from the Ministry of Works' you're looking for blind?"

Wang Kui swayed, cold sweat instantly soaking his back. He didn't understand mechanics; he only thought the blueprints were detailed and complex, and looked impressive. Little did he know there was such a huge pitfall inside!

Zhao Zhen sat on the dragon throne, his expression shifting unpredictably.

Although he didn't understand these strange and ingenious techniques, Jiang Lin spoke with such certainty that it was impossible for anyone to doubt him.

"Summon Liu Shang, the Vice Minister of Works." Zhao Zhen's voice was unreadable.

A moment later, an old man with gray hair ran shakily into the main hall.

"Liu Shang, come and take a look at this drawing." Zhao Zhen pointed to the drawing on the ground.

Liu Shang knelt on the ground, picked up the blueprints, and examined them closely. At first, he frowned, seemingly marveling at the ingenuity of the design, but as he looked at them, his expression changed.

Her complexion changed from rosy to pale, and finally, large beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"This...this..." Liu Shang's hands trembled like a leaf.

"Tell the truth," Zhao Zhen said coldly.

"Reporting to Your Majesty," Liu Shang swallowed hard, not daring to meet Wang Kui's murderous gaze, "this design seems ingenious, but in reality, it makes no sense at all. An ordinary person simply cannot open it; moreover, there is no way to release the force, so if it is forcibly fired, it will surely explode and injure people."

"If it were made..." Liu Shang wiped his sweat, "it would indeed be as Jiang Shanzhang said, a weapon that would harm oneself but not the enemy."

Clang.

Someone's ceremonial tablet fell to the ground.

The situation reversed instantly.

What was originally "ironclad evidence" has now become a huge joke.

If the contents of the drawings were fake, just worthless pieces of paper that could never be realized, then why did Jiang Lin hide them so well?

The only explanation is that they framed him.

Moreover, he was an ignorant fool who arrogantly fabricated a seemingly impressive piece of evidence, only to end up shooting himself in the foot.

"Good, very good."

Zhao Zhen was so angry that he laughed instead. His laughter echoed in the hall, sending chills down everyone's spine.

He slammed his hand on the imperial desk, pointing at the Vice Minister of Personnel who had just made such a confident vow:

"Is this the irrefutable evidence you claim? Is this what you call treason? Are you trying to fool me with a piece of trash, treating me like a fool?!"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty was unaware! I was also deceived!" The Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel knelt on the ground with a thud, kowtowing desperately until blood instantly appeared on his forehead.

"Investigate!" Zhao Zhen spat out the word through gritted teeth. "Imprison the official who intercepted the secret package, and everyone involved in this matter! Investigate thoroughly!"

"I want to see who has the audacity to frame a loyal official right under my nose!"

The palace guards rushed into the main hall and dragged the officials out like dead dogs.

The wails faded into the distance.

Wang Kui's face turned ashen, and he collapsed to the ground.

Although he did not directly participate in the forgery, as the main force behind the impeachment, he could not shake off the label of "incompetent and foolish, and a tool of others".

Jiang Lin stood in the center of the main hall, his expression indifferent.

His gaze swept through the crowd and landed on a figure who remained silent in the ranks of military officers—the Deputy Privy Councilor, Cheng Zhang.

From beginning to end, this Lord Cheng didn't utter a single word, nor did his expression change. But Jiang Lin knew that this clumsy scheme was merely a test.

Cheng Zhang seemed to notice Jiang Lin's gaze and turned his head slightly. Their eyes met briefly in mid-air before looking away.

There were no sparks, only an unfathomable chill.

Jiang Lin seemed to have won a great victory in this farce, but he knew that the real hunter was still sharpening his teeth in the shadows.