Zhao Yao thought for a moment and said, "No."
The Fourth Prince, seeing Zhao Yao was fine, said to him, "Let's go back."
Eunuch Han respectfully escorted Zhao Yao and the Fourth Prince out of the Commander's Hall.
"Tenth Brother, can those things you mentioned really produce good paper?"
"Yes, absolutely." Zhao Yao said firmly, "Fourth Brother, just wait and see."
"Tenth Brother, how are you so sure?" the Fourth Prince asked with a puzzled expression, "How did you come to know these things could make paper, and good paper at that?"
"Fourth Brother, I dreamed about it." Zhao Yao wasn't lying; he did indeed dream about it.
"Dreamed about it?" The Fourth Prince was somewhat astonished.
"I really dreamed about it, I'm not lying to you, Fourth Brother." Zhao Yao's expression looked extremely sincere.
The Fourth Prince looked at Zhao Yao, then laughed and asked, "How did you end up dreaming about such things?"
