Shen Ruoxi was so angry she burst out laughing. She stared at Ning Zhen'er, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "Ning Zhen'er, are you out of your mind or just plain dumb? For the spotlight? We're on the brink of war, do you think I have nothing better to do? Could you be a little less narrow-minded?"
Ning Zhen'er, however, was absolutely confident, "This is something not just anyone can improve! If you don't have the knack for it, don't waste your effort trying. This is already the best state it can be."
"Ning Zhen'er, modesty is a virtue. The previous crossbows weren't flexible enough and lacked pulling force. Using springs here would be better. Let me show you my improved version before you speak further."
As Shen Ruoxi spoke, she took down the crossbow in her hand, which was somewhat smaller than the one Ning Zhen'er had made.
Zheng Duwei, watching from the side, inexplicably thought the crossbow in Shen Ruoxi's hand seemed more exquisite.
