After Transmigration: Building a Kingdom in Turbulent Times

Yuan Li watched the letter burn to ashes and stepped forward to ask the communications officer, "Can you explain how this letter was sent from here to the Great General a thousand miles away?"

The communications officer looked confused, "I, I don’t know. If Mr. Fu says it can be done, then it can be done. We just have to follow and learn."

Yuan Li frowned deeply, not understanding the reasoning behind it.

What if something goes wrong?

Beside him, Xue Hong quickly said, "I know. Mr. Fu mentioned that the frequency emitted by this machine bounces and propagates between heaven and earth, and the speed is extremely fast, like light. Lightning from a hundred miles away can be seen from here, so the frequency travels and reaches people a thousand miles away."

"When we send out these frequencies, they follow a pattern. When they receive it, they can decode the pattern using the codebook we previously agreed upon, so they will receive exactly what we want to say."

Yuan Li frowned, half understanding. But because this was something Fu Tinghan had developed, he still trusted it. Although he was keen to know the principle, seeing Xue Hong also struggling to articulate it, he didn’t press further.

He thought, he would wait to ask Mr. Fu when he sees him.

Yuan Li said, "You teach me how to decode this letter myself."

Good things must be in one’s own hands, and skills must be mastered by oneself.

Yuan Li earnestly learned communication while observing the key staff and advisors of King Langya, his gaze gradually shifting from the people beside him to Jianye and then over the whole Jiangdong, considering who might be persuaded to Luoyang.

Lady General said, she urgently needs talents from all sides, not just soldiers who can fight, but also statesmen and advisors, merchants, craftsmen, especially those in medicine, carpentry, and blacksmithing. Whoever can be recruited, she will recruit, offering positions of public office for those with great abilities.

All technological developments need the support of craftsmen. Solely relying on Fu Tinghan, the industrial development was still too slow. Although he started it, others must continue it to make further progress.

Therefore, she needs all kinds of great craftsmen.

And over the years, a large number of northern clans have migrated south, taking away many northern craftsmen. Zhao Hanzhang can issue a Recruitment Order nationwide, but that’s not enough because many craftsmen in Jiangdong may not hear about it, and even if they do, it’s difficult for them to come to Yu State and Luoyang to find her.

Therefore, she needs a mediator, a channel for them to reach Yu State, to reach Luoyang.

Yuan Li is this channel.

Yuan Li fondly touched the machine. Having this meant he and the Lady General could exchange information timely. This meant that if he could cover every county in Jiangdong, she could control the entire Jiangdong through him.

So, is this Jiangdong the Jiangdong of King Langya or that of the Lady General?

In fact, the Lady General could use it to control any place. With this powerful tool, how could she worry about the world?

Mr. Fu truly is one of the Lady General’s most important allies. It’s no wonder she places so many trustworthy loyalists around him.

Yuan Li couldn’t help but laugh loudly, feeling that the great cause was about to succeed.

Xue Hong and ten soldiers quietly watched him, not understanding his current mindset at all.

It’s just learning about the radio; is it something that exciting?

The next day, the team saw the gates of Luoyang City. Zhao Hanzhang was on horseback, seeing from afar the city gates wide open and the city officials awaiting at the gates.

Zhao Hanzhang slightly curved her lips, approaching a carriage, "Your Majesty, we have arrived."

The Little Emperor poked his head out from the carriage, looking at the distant Luoyang City. He should have felt nothing, but his small heart couldn’t help but feel sour and bitter.

Back when he was still young, trapped within the city of Luoyang, his strongest impressions were hunger and fear.

During Luoyang’s famine, even as a member of the Imperial Family, food was scarce. At that time, it was hard to buy grain even with money; he could only watch his father beg from noble families, buying some food occasionally.

They had to be extremely cautious, keeping a distance from both the Emperor and Prince East Sea, or else they might get caught in some struggle and die without a place for burial.

Later when Prince East Sea left with a large part of Luoyang’s people, the Xiongnu invaded. They reluctantly joined the Emperor in defending the city; the knives were practically at their throats. He was only eight when he migrated to Yun City with his father and the court. At that time he had no attachment to Luoyang, barely retaining any impression of it.

He thought he would never have feelings for it.

But now, seeing the walls and gates of Luoyang City, the Little Emperor couldn’t stop his tears from falling, his heart sour and unbearable. Not many who left with them are still alive. The Late Emperor died, his father died, and his brothers also died...

Zhao Hanzhang turned her head slightly and saw his tear-streaked face. As their eyes met, he immediately shrank back like a wounded animal, avoiding her gaze.

Zhao Hanzhang sighed, her heart softening. She reached out to lower the curtain for him. As they neared the city gate, seeing Zhao Cheng and others standing in the front, she reminded him, "Your Majesty, the people of Luoyang have come to welcome you."

The Little Emperor had already dried his tears and adjusted his attire. He was aware that there weren’t many who came for him, rather they came for Zhao Hanzhang.

Among those left to guard Luoyang, Zhao Cheng had the highest official rank and status. When Zhao Kuan left, Luoyang was temporarily handed over to him to manage. Now, he led all the officials of Luoyang to welcome them.

From inside the city to outside, the Zhao Family Army who arrived early had already cordoned off the roads. Generally, the commoners in the city kept a distance when they saw soldiers, few would come close to join the commotion. Soldiers wouldn’t permit commoners to get too close to prevent assassination incidents.

But hearing of Zhao Hanzhang’s return, Luoyang’s citizens disregarded the soldiers’ warnings and insisted on standing by the streets to welcome her.

Even people from outer villages and towns ran over through the night, waiting outside the city gate.

When soldiers tried to drive them away, they would run, and then quietly return after the soldiers cordoned off the road, standing on tiptoe behind them to gaze full eagerly at the end of the road.

Assistant General Wen Kang saw they weren’t causing trouble, so he ordered the soldiers to check identities. As long as there were no doubts, they allowed them to wait there.

Thus, when Zhao Hanzhang and the others arrived, Zhao Cheng cupped his hands and bowed deeply, shouting loudly, "Minister Zhao Cheng and ten thousand people wholeheartedly welcome Your Majesty!"

The soldiers and surrounding citizens followed up with a ceremonious bow, calling out "Welcome Your Majesty!" and then immediately shouted excitedly, "Welcome Great General!"

The latter shout was much louder than the former, echoing into the city, where citizens also joined in shouting, "Welcome Great General, Welcome Zhao Family Army!"

The sound resonated through the sky.

The Little Emperor descended from the carriage with the help of Eunuch Dong’s hand, listening to this sound with complex feelings in his heart, strengthening his resolve. With everything like this, his maternal uncle still dreamt of seizing power from Zhao Hanzhang. But before he even had the chance to contend with Zhao Hanzhang, public sentiment would already crush him.

He sighed, glanced at Zhao Hanzhang, and receiving her nod of permission, raised his hand to say, "Rise, everyone."