Chapter 12 — After being chased away by my husband, 18 years later, I took my poinsettia back and trampled on his entire palace.

Tieu Canh Hanh laughed coldly. He had already guessed this result. He did not continue to investigate the matter of the token, but suddenly changed direction.

"In that case, if Tran Quoc Cong claims to be honest. That's good."

Tieu Canh Hanh took out a copy of the chapter and offered it with both hands.

"I beg you, Your Majesty, to re-examine the case twelve years ago - the Jiangnan water rescue silver was lost! Minister Bui Van Chu of the Ministry of Rites has now admitted that in the prison, the money that year was transported back to the capital!"

Hearing the words "Jiangnan's fortunes", the corner of Co Truong Uyen's eyes twitched slightly, making it difficult to see.

"That money is related to the renovation of the Van Tho palace of the Queen Mother that year. I suggest that we hand it over to Dai Ly Tu, the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of Public Works to review all the books and drawings from the past!" Tieu Canh Hanh gradually pressed closer.

Co Truong Uyen's face changed slightly, but she quickly regained composure.

"How can we still find out what happened twelve years ago? If the prince does that, I'm afraid it will shock the dynasty."

"If you haven't looked it up yet, how do you know if you can't look it up clearly?" Tieu Canh Hanh did not take a step back.

The Saint remained silent for a long time, then finally slammed the dragon's case.

"Standard! Dai Ly Tu Khanh, this matter is yours to judge, Tran Bac Vuong naturally cooperates. You must investigate every detail for me clearly!"

After the tidal flat. Co Truong Uyen walked out of the main hall and glanced at Tieu Canh Hanh. That look, like a poisonous snake. He knew that Tieu Canh Hanh had bitten his fatal point. At the same time. New graduate Tham Hoa Lang Hac Xuyen, first day of taking office at the Academy. Hac Xuyen was assigned to a dusty old archive, where architectural drawings of the Ministry of Public Works over the years were stored. Just in accordance with Hac Xuyen's wishes. The storage facility does not see sunlight all year round and gives off a strong musty smell. The old Han Lams all showed disdain for a thirteen-year-old boy like Hac Xuyen, intentionally giving him all the heaviest work. Hac Xuyen didn't care at all. He lit an oil lamp and quietly passed through rows of tall shelves of books and documents, his silhouette flickering under the flickering light. For a whole day and a night, he did not sleep or rest. Finally, in a dusty corner, he found the entire draft design for the renovation of Van Tho palace of the Queen Mother twelve years ago. Since he was young, Hac Xuyen has followed me to consider building shops in Giang Nam. He has a special talent for feng shui and construction. He spread the drawing on the ground, holding the abacus in his hand and strumming continuously. Under the flickering light, his eyebrows furrowed more and more. The amount of construction materials... is not correct. The drawing clearly states that the foundation of Van Tho Palace is three meters deep, consuming an extremely large amount of bricks and stones and manpower. But according to Hac Xuyen's understanding, the soil under the citadel is very loose, and is not suitable for digging such deep foundations, much less using so many bricks and stones. So where were those falsely declared bricks and stones... transported to? His eyes stopped at a tiny red cinnabar dot at the edge of the drawing. It is a transit point for construction materials, marked in the Tay Giao area of the capital city - near the red mine. Completely matched the red dirt on the soles of the assassins' shoes. Hac Xuyen stuffed the drawing into his chest and immediately left Han Lam Institute. In the royal palace. I am listening to the twelve great men The counterman reported... In just two short days, our huge financial network in Jiangnan has exerted terrifying power.

"Madam. It's been investigated." The shopkeeper's face was heavy.

"Co Truong Uyen secretly controlled four large money sites in the capital. But these money sites were all just empty shells."

"They used higher interest rates than other banks to attract deposits, collect money from people and merchants, then... the deposits mysteriously disappeared."

"Where to go?" I asked in a low voice.

"Turned into food and biopsies. Large batches, continuously transported outside the city."

Raising private soldiers. He is using the sweat and tears of the entire capital city's population to raise an army strong enough to rebel! A cruel glint flashed in my eyes.

“Command my command.” I suddenly stood up.

“Immediately mobilize the entire reserve funds of the Chamber of Commerce.”

"Tomorrow morning, have people simultaneously release a large amount of precious treasures on the market at all the pawnshops and underground jewelry stores in the capital. The selling price must be low enough... so low that it makes people think that a big change is about to happen."

"When people's hearts waver, they will automatically panic. Those with money will rush to withdraw the money they have deposited to buy and store money, and those without money will also find ways to accumulate it."

I stopped slightly, my voice low, cold as ice.

“At the same time, forcing the price of all food on the market to the bottom.”

"So that the salary he has devoted so much effort to hoarding... cannot be sold, cannot be rotated, and cannot be converted into cash to support himself."