His innermost thoughts were revealed, and he ventured into a fictional dynasty with the system.

After entering the space, Qin Qianlu changed into the training clothes she wore in the army in her previous life and began today's training. Since she had never trained in this life, Qin Qianlu did not choose high-intensity training, but only some moderate and gradual exercises. Before long, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and an hour passed by unknowingly.

After finishing training, Qin Qianluo relaxed her body and asked 001, "Do I need to cultivate all this land in the space myself? It's so big, I probably can't finish cultivating it all by myself."

"You don't need to use the magic treasure; you just need to plant with your mind. The space is controlled by your mind; you don't need to do anything yourself."

Qin Qianluo's eyes lit up. While doing some relaxation exercises, she used her mind to select which crops and herbs to plant in each plot of land. In a short while, all the farmland had been planted. Qin Qianluo walked to the edge of the farmland to check it out. Looking at the boundless farmland, she felt extremely satisfied. She had thought before that when she retired, she would go to the countryside, buy a plot of land, and grow crops and raise animals with Mo Yun. They would work at sunrise and rest at sunset, living a simple life with just the two of them, eating three meals a day throughout the year. Now that she owned land, how could this not be considered fulfilling her dream in another way?

Back in the villa, he sat down in the massage chair with some snacks, flipping through a medical book in his hand. He said to 001, "We still need to select these medical books. Some of them discuss Western medicine, which we can't use yet. We haven't discovered any bacteria, and Western medicine is too prone to unnecessary risks."

"Okay, Luo Bao, after you've chosen, I'll make copies. It won't damage this unique copy. But what about the signature?"

"I'll still use the original signature. Although these doctors don't exist in this timeline, I can't openly claim that this is my work; that would be plagiarism, and my conscience wouldn't allow it."

"Okay, we'll do as Luo Bao says. If those people ask, Luo Bao, you need to think carefully about what to say."

Qin Qianlu thought for a moment, "I'll just say I'm a reclusive master whom I obtained by chance. Anyway, apart from my family, no one knows I've never left the manor. As long as I avoid my family, it'll be fine."

As she spoke, she took out the selected medical books and asked 001 to make copies. Qin Qianluo got up, stretched, went to the bathroom to wash up, changed her clothes, looked at the copied medical books, tidied them up, and saw that 001 had specially aged the copies using paper from this time and space. She smiled and thought that although the paper was not perfect, it was still usable and had not been damaged by the copier. She wondered if she should also compile the papermaking technique. After thinking about it carefully, she thought of the repair of the dam in Jiangnan, bit her lip, and still asked 001 to compile the papermaking technique and cement formula together and print them out.

Holding the documents, Qin Qianluo muttered, "Hopefully, this can help the people. After all, education is expensive, and it's incredibly difficult for ordinary people to afford it. The dams in Jiangnan also need to be kept stable so that the people can truly escape suffering."

"Luo Bao is so kind; she always thinks of the people."

"001, that's how it was in ancient times. When the dynasty prospers, the people suffer; when it falls, the people suffer. Since I have this ability, why not do more? It'll make my life worthwhile. This isn't kindness, it's just doing what's convenient. I also need to find a way to hide myself well, otherwise I might not have a peaceful life in the future."

001's soft voice rang out, "I don't understand many emotions; I only know that my beloved is the best."

Qin Qianlu smiled and didn't continue. She knew that the system was just data, like a pre-programmed program, but it was also her most intimate companion. After leaving the space, she put away the medical books, took the papermaking technique and cement formula, and walked out of the room. Taking advantage of the guards' inattention, she skillfully threw the papers into her father's study, and returned to her courtyard with light steps, considering how to hand the medical books over to the imperial physicians.

When Prime Minister Qin received the paper, he was curious. He hadn't heard Luo'er mention anything else. What was it this time? After opening the paper and seeing its contents, Prime Minister Qin's breath hitched. After confirming that he hadn't misread it, he hurriedly headed towards the palace.

After receiving the paper, Emperor Ning asked excitedly, his voice trembling, "Have you tried it?"

Prime Minister Qin cupped his hands and said, "I brought it as soon as I received it. I haven't tested it yet, but what Luo'er took out can't be fake."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Ning laughed heartily and said in a cheerful tone, "Good! Make it as soon as possible and implement it, especially this cement. Make it quickly, test it, and send it to Jiangnan as soon as possible. Have the Minister of Revenue supervise the repair of the dam before returning to report."

Prime Minister Qin bowed and said, "Your subject obeys the decree."

Emperor Ning watched Prime Minister Qin leave in a hurry, feeling even more pleased. It seemed that the little girl from the Qin family was right. With such a prime minister, I really don't need to worry. With a sigh, he continued to read the memorials.

Upon learning that her father had gone to the palace, Qin Qianluo felt relieved, thinking that he had already been given to the Emperor. Considering that she still had to learn the arts, such as music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, which were required for young ladies in their boudoirs that afternoon, Qin Qianluo did not go out. Instead, she quietly read a book. She was naturally quiet and disliked noise, preferring to be alone most of the time. The maids and servants in the courtyard knew their young mistress's temperament and rarely came to disturb her.

The next day at court, the emperor praised Prime Minister Qin on the spot. The papermaking technique and cement formula he presented were both beneficial to the country and the people. Some in the court were envious, some were happy, some were jealous, and some even wanted to secretly harm him.

Qin Qianluo curled her lips upon hearing this, secretly pleased with her perfect concealment, unaware that everyone knew it was she who had taken it out, while she alone thought she had hidden it very well.

Just as the Emperor ordered his guards to take cement to Jiangnan, someone came to report from outside the palace. A guard hurriedly came to the front of the hall, knelt down and bowed, and said, "Your Majesty, the Princess Consort and the Prince of Xian request an audience."

Upon hearing this, the Emperor frowned, his previous good mood vanishing instantly. The ministers also wore unfriendly expressions; aside from those of the Prince Xian's faction, the rest frowned. The Emperor said helplessly, "Summon them."

A moment later, a woman of about forty years old, leading a boy with a bruised and swollen face, entered the hall, weeping and wailing. Before she even arrived, her voice preceded her: "Your Majesty, you must do justice for me! Someone took advantage of my child's unpreparedness and beat him so badly that he's almost disfigured!"

Seeing the woman who entered crying and wailing, everyone stepped back. They were all used to it; this Princess Xian would come and cause trouble every now and then, just to get some rewards from the Emperor. It seemed she was out of money again. However, seeing the bruised and swollen face of Prince Xian's son, it looked like he had really been beaten. Everyone looked at the Emperor, who was also helpless. Prince Xian was a hero who died fighting for the country, leaving only this widow and her son at home. He definitely had to take good care of her. He rubbed his forehead and asked, "Princess Xian, tell me carefully, who hit my nephew?"

Upon hearing this, Princess Xian wiped away her tears and said pitifully, "This humble woman doesn't know either. My son was beaten like this yesterday by a group of people who covered his head. Your Majesty, look at him. He's covered in bruises and injuries. Someone thinks we, a widow and orphan, are easy to bully!"

As she spoke, she started crying again. Hearing this, everyone thought to themselves, "Who in the capital would dare to bully your son? This Prince Xian's son is always causing trouble. He either forcibly abducts women or bullies the common people. Who would dare to say a word? It's all because of Prince Xian's military achievements. I wonder who beat him up. It's really satisfying."

The Prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Your Majesty, Jingzhao Prefecture has not received any reports. However, many people have come to report the matter of the Prince Xian's son bullying men and women. I beg Your Majesty not to believe the Princess Xian's one-sided account. I will investigate thoroughly and then report back to Your Majesty."

Officials from Prince Xian's faction were unwilling to accept this. The Minister of Personnel stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Your Majesty, Prince Xian did die for the country. Now that Prince Xian's heir has been treated this way, we should find out who dared to harm the son of a meritorious official, so as not to let the meritorious official lose heart."

The Emperor, his face slightly cold, watched the arguing crowd. Just then, Qin Qianluo's voice suddenly rang out, "Who is this Prince Xian? What merits has he achieved? How come his son can bully men and women with impunity, but gets beaten up and has to make a scene in the Imperial Palace?"

Upon hearing this, the arguing subsided considerably, and everyone strained their ears to listen. The Emperor, too, was eager to hear who had struck the Prince of Xian's heir.

001 glanced through the pages, a child's voice laced with disdain: "Luo Bao, it's rumored that Prince Xian died for his country, so the Emperor is quite lenient with his children. As long as they don't commit murder or arson, they usually let big things go and small things disappear. Prince Xian's wife is also a crybaby; if she's a little dissatisfied or short of money, she'll come and make a scene. Today, Prince Xian's heir was beaten, and Princess Xian couldn't stand it, so she came to cause trouble."

Upon hearing this, everyone thought to themselves, "That's exactly it." The Prince Xian's faction was somewhat annoyed. "The young prince is just a bit naughty. He'll be fine when he grows up. This 001 is really impolite."

Upon hearing this, Qin Qianluo knew there was more to the story than just these simple matters, and asked, "Rumor has it he died for his country? What else is involved? Tell me in detail."

001 replied, "Luo Bao, that Prince Xian didn't die for his country at all. He died in bed with a woman. He was having too much fun and didn't pay attention, so he suddenly died. At the time, only his concubine was in the military tent. When Prince Xian breathed his last, she cried out in terror. The guard at the door was Prince Xian's confidant, very loyal. He went in and saw the situation inside. He immediately hid the concubine, gave her a drug to make her mute, and spread the news that Prince Xian had died for his country. When the news reached the capital, your emperor investigated. Since only the concubine and the guard knew the truth, he naturally found nothing and let it go. From then on, he took good care of Prince Xian's wife and children."

"So explosive? Does the Emperor have absolutely no control over the army?"

Everyone: What? He died in his concubine's bed? Even the Princess Consort was shocked and looked around in horror, wondering who had said it.

"That's right, Luo Bao. You don't know, Prince Xian is a womanizer and has absolutely no fighting skills. Back then, when he went to the border, it was purely for illicit pleasures, and incidentally, to cultivate his own power and plot a rebellion. There are still quite a few of Prince Xian's followers in the court."

Everyone was shocked. A rebellion? Had Prince Xian gone mad? There were still people supporting him? Prince Xian's faction was in a state of panic. Some were genuinely stubborn, believing that those who died for their country should have their wives and children protected, and that their petty squabbles were nothing. Others were truly planning to rebel against Prince Xian for the sake of gaining favor with the emperor. These people exchanged glances; it seemed that Qin Qianluo could not be allowed to live.

The Emperor's face was gloomy as he looked at the assembled officials, pondering silently. Prime Minister Su and Qin Qianluo exchanged a glance, looked at the officials, and lowered their eyes to think of a solution. Meanwhile, some military officers had already moved to block the Emperor and Qin Qianluo's path. General Mu also quietly changed his position and stood next to the Minister of Personnel, waiting for Qin Qianluo to continue speaking.