Beast Taming Mad Concubine: The Useless Young Lady is Back!

Ye Qing'an took out a pill from her sleeve, her eyes smiling: "This is a poison. After taking it, you must ask me for the antidote every three months. If you do not take the antidote in time, all your meridians will be severed, and you will suffer endless torment and die."

Zi Xiao froze, then looked up at Ye Qing'an with disbelief.

"I've said it before, what I fear most is betrayal. If I help you cultivate, and then you turn around and stab me in the back, wouldn't I be wronged?"

"If you don't betray me, I will give you the antidote regularly. When the time is right, I will completely remove the poison from your body."

"But if you break your promise and have other intentions, I will not let you have a good end."

Ye Qing'an stared intently at Zi Xiao: "So? What's your choice? If you don't take this pill, I'll still keep you by my side, at least ensuring you won't lack food or clothing. But..."

It's just that I'll never trust again.

Zi Xiao understood perfectly what Ye Qing'an hadn't said aloud.

Zi Xiao bit her lip tightly. She wanted to cultivate and rise above others, not just for a life of luxury or to escape her slave status.

She also has things she wants to do, and revenge she wants to take.

She also understood that the opportunity Ye Qing'an gave her today was probably the only one she would ever have in her life.

If she had let her go, with her intelligence, she might have been able to do well among the maids in the Ye family, but that would have been all.

It's not enough to meet her needs.

Far from enough.

Zi Xiao's eyes were slightly red. She was born into a good family and had her own pride.

If one's entire life is destined to be a slave, unable to do what one wants, kill whoever one wants, or avenge whoever one wants, then living like this would be worse than dying.

Zi Xiao gritted her teeth, took the pill from Ye Qing'an's hand, put it in her mouth, and swallowed it.

They moved extremely quickly, as if they were afraid they would regret it if they were too slow.

"Very good." Ye Qing clapped his hands and laughed: "I like people as decisive and efficient as you, ruthless to yourself and even more ruthless to others."

Ye Qing'an stood up and walked to the desk: "Grind the ink."

Zi Xiao lowered her head and followed Ye Qing'an over, raising her hand to grind ink.

Ye Qing'an picked up his brush and began to write. Zi Xiao stood to the side watching, her eyes widening with each passing moment.

"This is……"

"Didn't you want to cultivate? Now that you've taken the poison I gave you, I should naturally guide you in your cultivation. I'll write down the basic cultivation formulas for you. Go down and memorize them first, then try cultivating according to the steps I've written. Come back tomorrow and tell me how you feel, and I'll take a closer look at you."

Zi Xiao was shocked. She had only taken the poison to gamble. She actually felt that even if she had taken the poison, Ye Qing'an might not have really guided her in cultivation.

But she never expected that Ye Qing'an would keep his word like this, how could she not be pleasantly surprised?

Ye Qing'an was extremely quick, and soon finished writing the document and handed it to her: "Keep it safe. If you lose it, I won't have time to write you a second one."

Zixiao quickly took it and waited for the ink to dry before carefully putting the item away: "Thank you, Miss."

"You asked for it yourself, why should you thank me?"

Ye Qing'an waved his hand: "You can leave now, I'll stay here by myself for a while."

Zixiao responded and withdrew.

Ye Qing'an entered the Cloud Dreamland, but before she could even begin cultivating, she saw Jiu Xiao swaying out again.

Ye Qing'an swallowed a pill and was about to begin cultivating when she heard Jiu Xiao speak: "I sold all the extra pills I refined before. Guess how much silver I got?"

"Once you've sold the silver, just keep a record of it and put it away for me. I'll check it when I have time."

Jiu Xiao completely ignored Ye Qing'an's cold words: "More than seven hundred taels! I sold it for more than seven hundred taels of silver!"

Jiuxiao exclaimed excitedly, "Do you know what seven hundred taels of silver means? One tael of silver can buy four hundred catties of rice, enough for a family of four to eat for a year!"

"In the Ye family, the monthly allowance for a concubine is already quite generous, only a few taels of silver."

Ye Qing'an narrowed his eyes: "Over seven hundred taels of silver, how many pills were sold in total?"

"About fifty, I'll sell each one for fifteen taels of silver."

"That's cheaper." Ye Qing'an frowned. "After the first batch of pills is sold, the second batch will be sold for one hundred taels of silver each..."

Jiuxiao nearly fell over: "One...one hundred taels?"

Just as Jiu Xiao was about to speak, Ye Qing'an interrupted him directly: "Do as I say, and we'll talk about it again if we can't sell them."

Jiu Xiao originally wanted to argue with her at length, but since she had already said that, there was no point in using what he had prepared. Jiu Xiao was still a little annoyed: "They can't be sold, they can't be sold, unless those Xuanling magic practitioners are stupid and rich."

Ye Qing'an, however, had already begun meditating and cultivating with her eyes closed.

Jiuxiao gave Ye Qing'an a mournful look, wishing the previous price had been better.

I guarantee someone will buy it. Even after deducting the cost of the medicinal herbs, I can still make over six hundred taels of silver. If this purple-gold furnace refines pills day and night without stopping, it can earn tens of thousands of taels of silver a year.

Even in Wangjing, where land is incredibly valuable, that's enough to buy several shops.

Jiu Xiao glanced at Ye Qing'an again, then decided to just do as she said and sell the goods. If they didn't sell, he would talk to her properly and ask her to change the price.

Thinking about it, Jiuxiao ran to the Purple Gold Furnace again and stared at the ever-burning fire inside.

He naturally wouldn't tell Ye Qing'an that he had secretly taken more than ten taels of silver from the seven hundred taels of silver, intending to use it to buy some good food.

Ye Qing'an was busy cultivating, unaware that in a courtyard of the Ye residence...

A hand reached out, took a piece of paper, and unfolded it.

"Did she write this herself?" The man's voice was clear and pleasant.

"Yes." A woman's voice rang out, tinged with fear: "It was written by Miss Ye herself, and I saw it with my own eyes. There is no mistake."

The man remained silent for a moment before taking out another piece of paper from his sleeve.

The man compared the handwriting on the two pieces of paper and narrowed his eyes slightly: "One is the handwriting I found in the study of her former residence, which she used to write. The other is her current handwriting."

"The same person, yet their handwriting is so different?"

The man was silent for a moment before chuckling softly, "Interesting. This Miss Ye of the Ye family is truly fascinating."

"I'd like to see how many secrets this Miss Ye still holds. What exactly does she want to do back in the Ye mansion? And how much trouble can she stir up?"