Having realized that there was no way to intervene in the operations of the Glass Factory, Jiang Zhengyuan did not persist. Xiao Yeyang might not have been favored by Prince Ping and had a mother with a notorious reputation, yet there was nothing to be done, with the Emperor shielding them. He could only speak indirectly about the glass instead.
"I hear the Glass Factory has already produced a batch of glass?"
Xiao Yeyang nodded: "Correct."
Jiang Zhengyuan gave a small laugh: "Your maternal aunt and cousin are quite fond of glassware."
Xiao Yeyang's expression became troubled: "Although the Glass Factory has started producing glass, the daily output is still very limited. Most of this first batch has been sent to Beijing, and the few that remain, I plan to use as exhibits on the first day of the eighth month, to let merchants from various places check the quality."
The smile on Jiang Zhengyuan's face disappeared: "Aren't you also giving away thirteen sets for free?"