Spring comes to the desperate place

The fact that the warehouses on the Pingnan King's side had not yet been looted made him relax his vigilance slightly. Song Chunlin simply went into hiding in the area as well. Anyway, he had plenty of supplies, so he could just fight a protracted war if necessary.

But the King of Pingnan didn't want that. He had been planning for so long, how could he let his efforts be ruined by a mere amount of grain?

It's just some grain. At worst, he can just plunder it along the way. If the granaries in the south aren't enough, he can take the grain from the north and the capital. He won't let any of the big grain hoarders in the capital go.

The Prince of Pingnan thought this way, so he arranged for people to make arrangements. Song Chunlin, who was watching from the side, felt that something was wrong. It seemed that the prince was about to start a rebellion. Didn't he just cause them to lose a large amount of grain? How could they start fighting now?

Song Chunlin scratched his head, not quite understanding the old man's thought process, but since the old man didn't care about food, he would target what the old man cared about more—weapons.

A dark and windy night is the perfect time to commit a crime.

Song Chunlin bypassed the guards and arrived at the warehouse he had scouted out beforehand. The warehouse was set up by the Prince of Pingnan in an inconspicuous street. From the outside, it looked like several houses connected together, but the houses inside had all been opened up, and even the ground floor had been dug out. The warehouse was full of weapons, armor, and some raw materials for making gunpowder.

The Prince of Pingnan probably thought that as soon as Cai Sheng arrived, he would arrange for him to help make explosives, so he stored up a huge pile of materials. It's a pity that Cai Sheng ran away, so these materials were temporarily left unused. Song Chunlin took them all without any hesitation. Anyway, it would be a waste to leave them there, so he might as well take them back and let Cai Sheng make some fireworks for him to play with.

The underground warehouse was vast, but there were few guards. Only the residence on the ground was guarded by a hundred soldiers. The King of Pingnan believed that everything was foolproof, especially since this was on his own territory. What problems could possibly arise?

However, he did not expect that Song Chunlin could block the senses of others and avoid all the guards' patrol routes, and successfully find the entrance to the basement.

Overconfident, Song Chunlin entered the warehouse without any guards at the entrance. He then emptied the warehouse without leaving a single piece of wood for the Prince of Pingnan. After he had walked through the entire warehouse, which had been piled high with weapons and materials, leaving no room to move, it was now completely emptied.

Looking at the empty basement that echoed with sound, Song Chunlin inexplicably thought of the warehouses he had once ransacked. Although he had almost worn out the trick of cutting off the fuel supply, it was still effective and a good trick.

After looting the armory of the Prince of Pingnan, Song Chunlin suddenly had a whimsical idea: why not also empty the old prince's private treasury? That way, the old man wouldn't have too much money and would always be thinking of rebelling. It wouldn't be good. Let him help the old prince with some ideological work.

However, it was almost dawn outside, and Song Chunlin was a little sleepy after working all night. He decided to go back to sleep first and rest well before bleeding the old prince. The old prince was quite old, and he was afraid that if he stimulated him too much at once, the old prince would faint, which would be too sinful.

However, when the King of Pingnan saw the empty armory, he felt a surge of anger and his vision went black. His blood vessels in his forehead seemed to be about to burst, and he almost fainted. The shock was considerable. Not only was the King of Pingnan so angry that he almost had a stroke, but the guards and patrols were also trembling with fear. Everyone had an expression of certain death on their face, and they inexplicably sympathized with the old man and his group from before.

After much effort, the Prince of Pingnan recovered under the acupuncture treatment of the imperial physician. He drank a bowl of dark, bitter medicine in one gulp, and then gritted his teeth and issued a series of orders. The first order was to seal the city gates, and then send men on horseback to block all the major roads. He did not believe that the other side could transport so many weapons and materials in one go, unless the other side had the ability to communicate with ghosts and gods.

Immediately afterwards, all the people in the warehouse were taken away and severely tortured. So many people, yet they didn't even notice when the other party stole the goods. They were either useless or accomplices. The King of Pingnan didn't believe that these people would betray him. Anyone who could guard such an important place as the armory was handpicked, and half of them were his carefully trained assassins. If even these people betrayed him, then he would have to question the meaning of life.

Fortunately, the outcome was half good and half bad. The good thing was that these people did not betray them, but the bad thing was that they really did not find anyone intruding. Not to mention the sound of moving things, they could not even explain how the people got there.

This was clearly not the answer the King of Pingnan wanted; he even felt a strange unease.

If we eliminate all the impossibilities, then the remaining one is the answer that the King of Pingnan least wants.

"Is there really such a capable person in this world who can make so many things disappear in an instant?" The King of Pingnan's voice carried a hint of weariness. He wasn't asking others, but himself.

His advisors were naturally unable to answer his questions, as they were just as confused as he was.

While the Prince of Pingnan was in a state of panic due to the loss of a large number of weapons, Song Chunlin was fast asleep, completely oblivious to the chaos around him. After waking up, he sat on the mattress for a while, still half asleep. Once he was fully awake, he noticed the strange things happening outside.

At this moment, the city gates were sealed off, and the people inside the city were allowed to enter but not leave. The checks were also much stricter than usual. Soldiers from the Pingnan Prince's Mansion were running around everywhere on the streets, seemingly searching for something. The people were talking about it, wondering what big thing had happened that could make the Pingnan Prince so nervous.

"Could it be that a thief has broken into the Prince's mansion?"

"Are you stupid? Are all these soldiers inside and outside the Prince's mansion just for show? It's practically an iron wall; not even a fly can get in. How could a thief possibly get in?"

Song Chunlin stood aside and silently took half a step back, wondering if this guy would still be able to say those words if he knew that he was the 'thief' that the King of Pingnan was searching for all over the city.

After watching the commotion for a while, Song Chunlin returned to the courtyard where he was temporarily staying. It was a side courtyard of a wealthy family. Song Chunlin found that very few people lived there, and many courtyards were empty. So after checking it over, he decided to stay there temporarily.

Back in the courtyard, Song Chunlin took out food from his spatial storage and started eating. After finishing, he took a walk in the courtyard to digest his food. When he got bored, he took out his tablet to play games and watch dramas. Time passed quickly.

Song Chunlin saw that the old prince had just taken his medicine. Hmm, it was clear that he was still angry. But now that he had taken his medicine, he should be able to welcome the next surprise.