Zhao Changhe had no real knowledge of firearms, whether it be guns or cannons. Back when he was still in the modern world, he had not even read many of those historical transmigration novels. Hence, he could not propose any meaningful improvements, but that did not matter. The present state of this cannon was already sufficient. Once the world recognized its advantages, further advancements would follow naturally. The only real concern was how the Empress would choose to handle it, and Chichi clearly had no reservations.0

At the moment, it was still just a crude piece of artillery. Further developments would likely require a shift toward industrialization, something far beyond the current capabilities of the Han dynasty. Even if they had the resources, who knew how technological progress would unfold in this world where even blades could develop spiritual properties?0

Zhao Changhe did not dare make any definitive predictions. More importantly, he did not want to inject his own half-baked modern knowledge into its evolution. Doing so might very well end up leading them down the wrong path. It was better to simply let things take their natural course.0

So, after confirming the production plans, he left it at that, content to stroll away from the testing grounds alongside Chichi and Wanzhuang as the sun dipped...0