After being reborn, I locked up all the scumbags and bitches in one nest.

Finally, a servant came to report that the Prime Minister had something to discuss with the First Prince, and the First Prince was invited away.

Qin Wanyou finally breathed a sigh of relief, finally understanding what people meant by "greasy" when they were wandering in another world.

I must have been too ignorant and lacked knowledge in my past life. Now that I think about it, even the Crown Prince seems much more handsome than the First Prince.

Looking at the music book I had casually picked up, I suddenly realized what kind of music Feng Ling was suited to practice, but I could only look at it again tonight.

The eldest prince, who was summoned away, was not taken to Prime Minister Qin's study, but to Qin Mingzhu's courtyard, where he is currently enjoying a romantic moment with her.

Qin Wanyou naturally didn't care about any of this.

As night falls and the lights come on, the crescent moon hangs like a knife, and the night is deep and quiet.

After knocking the maids unconscious again, Qin Wanyou quietly came to a rockery in the courtyard of Prime Minister Qin's residence. Since Prime Minister Qin had not stayed in his courtyard for the past few nights, it was dark at this time.

Qin Wanyou boldly and skillfully pressed an inconspicuous mechanism on the artificial hill, secretly entering the secret place where Prime Minister Qin kept the gold, silver and other treasures obtained through embezzlement and bribery.

This happened in Qin Wanyou's previous life. One day, Qin Mingzhu and the others invited her to play hide-and-seek, and she fell asleep in a secluded spot here.

When I woke up at night, I saw Qin Xiang suddenly emerge from the ground of the artificial hill, seemingly holding jewelry and other items in his hand.

At the time, I thought this was where my father hid his secret stash of money, so I didn't tell anyone.

Upon entering this place for the first time after being reborn, I discovered that it was indeed where Prime Minister Qin hid his private stash of money, containing a lot of gold, silver, jewelry, famous paintings, and ancient books, but all of it was obtained through embezzlement and bribery.

After all, with the current salary from the imperial court, Prime Minister Qin would never earn this much money in his entire life!

Qin Wanyou searched through the ancient books,

Hey, found it!

This is a secret manual for killing with sound, which is despised by self-proclaimed righteous people. It is perfect for Feng Ling's light and agile figure to cultivate.

Then they continued to examine the items, taking some gold and silver without any markings, as well as a piece of black iron worth a thousand gold pieces.

After taking the item, they erased all traces and left quickly.

We arrived at the Yulingfang courtyard in the west of the city.

"dong dong dong"

Qin Wanyou gently knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

Feng Ling's voice came from inside.

"It's me!" Qin Wanyou replied.

The door immediately opened from the inside, "Miss!"

After Feng Ling opened the door, she welcomed Qin Wanyou into the house.

A little while later, Uncle Li also got up.

Qin Wanyou first asked how the imitation of the cloth was going.

Feng Ling immediately took out two almost identical pieces of fabric that had been sewn together.

However, Qin Wanyou could definitely tell the difference between the real and fake at a glance, since the real one had words that others couldn't see.

"Alright, thank you for your hard work. Here's a cultivation manual for you. Take a look and see if you can understand it." Qin Wanyou handed Feng Ling a martial arts manual.

Feng Ling took a look and could understand it, but... "Miss, this martial art seems a bit... strange."

"That depends on who cultivates it. If a ruthless person cultivates it, it is an evil skill; if a righteous person cultivates it to uphold justice, it is a divine skill. Just like those self-proclaimed righteous people who cultivate righteous skills, but use them to kill innocent people, they are also called demons."

Qin Wanyou explained to Feng Ling, "Think about it, how many people in this world talk about benevolence and morality but are actually filthy hypocrites in private?"

"I misunderstood," Feng Ling apologized.

At this moment, Uncle Li also spoke up, "What you say is true, Miss. I have learned a lot from your words."

“However, this weapon needs to be properly crafted,” Qin Wanyou said, turning to Uncle Li. “Uncle Li, you know blacksmithing, but can you forge weapons?”

Limping Li bowed to Qin Wanyou and said, "I dare not accept such a title. Miss, you may call me Limping Li or Old Li, depending on the complexity of the weapon."

"It's alright. Take a look and see if this can be crafted?" Qin Wanyou turned to the weapon page of the manual and showed it to Uncle Li.

After looking at it, Uncle Li nodded, "This can be made. I'll go find a place."

Qin Wanyou then offered another suggestion, "If you haven't found any other business to do in the next couple of days, you could buy the small courtyard next door and open a blacksmith shop. There are quite a few families living around here."

After thinking for a moment, Li Bo immediately made a decision, "Let's do as Miss says. I'll prepare the tools tomorrow and start by forging the Wind Spirit's weapon."

Since there was something readily available, Qin Wanyou took out the piece of black iron and said, "Help me forge a weapon first. If there are any leftover materials, use them to forge a weapon for Feng Ling."

Upon seeing the black iron, Uncle Li immediately became excited, "This is... this is thousand-year-old black iron?"

He carefully stepped forward and stroked it.

Qin Wanyou nodded.

"What kind of weapon does Miss want to have made?" Uncle Li asked.

"A soft sword wrapped around the waist, as thin as a cicada's wing," Qin Wanyou said softly, revealing the weapon she desired.

Li Bo calculated the size of the black iron, "This is enough to forge two weapons."

"If there's any left, we can make some more inconspicuous hidden weapons, such as hair-needles," Qin Wanyou added, looking at the excited Uncle Li.

“Yes, yes,” Li Boying replied.

He then gave Feng Ling some instructions on cultivation and recruiting subordinates.

Before leaving, I had a bad feeling for some reason.

Finally, he instructed Feng Ling to have someone guard the area opposite the backyard of the Right Prime Minister's residence and to remember the password he had given her.

Sure enough, in the days that followed that night, Qin Wanyou's courtyard was visited every day.

Qin Mingyu and Qin Xiang came to inquire about the recovery of spiritual power every morning and evening.

Prime Minister Qin even had the experts recruited by his residence transfer their spiritual energy to Qin Wanyou to see if she could recover her spiritual energy.

Unfortunately, despite trying all available methods, no spiritual energy could be detected within Qin Wanyou's body.

Finally, Prime Minister Qin summoned Qin Wanyou to the ancestor to confirm whether she was truly unable to cultivate spiritual arts.

Arriving outside a room in the backyard of the ancestral hall in the northeast corner of the Prime Minister's residence, where the ancestral tablets of the Qin family are enshrined, Qin Wanyou felt a little apprehensive, worried that her secret of the Hidden Spirit Grass might be discovered.

A moment later, the door to the room opened, and the messenger invited Qin Xiang, Qin Wanyou, and Qin Mingyu into the room.

Upon entering the room, it was a bit dark, and a sinister feeling washed over me.

Qin Xiangxian stepped forward to pay his respects, saying, "Qin Changshi, the current head of the Qin family, pays respects to our great-grandfather."

Then Qin Mingyu and Qin Wanyou knelt down together to pay their respects.

"Junior Qin Mingyu"

"Junior Qin Wanyou"

"I've met my ancestors."

After a long time,

"Keep your head up."

A hoarse old man's voice rang out from above.

Qin Wanyou was startled when she heard the voice. She was filled with fear and hatred, but fortunately she kept her head down and quickly regained her respectful demeanor.

Qin Wanyou slowly raised her head and looked ahead. A gaunt, disheveled old monster with white hair and a white beard was sitting with his eyes closed on a stone meditation platform.

Suddenly, the old monster appeared in front of Qin Wanyou in an instant, grabbed her hand and took her pulse.

After probing for a long time, he slowly lowered Qin Wanyou's hand.

Suddenly, a palm struck Qin Wanyou on the back from behind.

Qin Wanyou lunged forward and collapsed to the ground, unable to hold back, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Both Prime Minister Qin and Qin Mingyu were startled.

"Great-grandfather!"

"Ancestor!"

The old bastard only said one sentence: "It's ruined. Let's find another way!"

Then he returned to his dark corner and continued meditating.