Chapter 13 — After being chased away by my husband, 18 years later, I took my poinsettia back and trampled on his entire palace.

My eyes gradually became sharper.

“Money cannot circulate... people's hearts will be chaotic.”

"People's hearts are chaotic... money will inevitably break."

I put my hand on the table, each word falling like a blade.

“In one to three days.”

“I want to see his four big money sites — drained to bankruptcy by the same people who once deposited money there.”

This is a poisonous strategy - kill a thousand enemies, harm yourself eight hundred. But it was also a fatal blow. As long as the financial chain is broken, those private soldiers who eat people without spitting out bones will immediately react. Two days have passed in a flash, all orders have been strictly executed by the shopkeepers without any deviation. Waiting until the third day's sunset slowly fell, Tieu Canh Hanh and Hac Xuyen returned to the royal palace...in each person's hands, it seemed that they were sure of the same result that had been carefully calculated in advance. The two of them pieced together all the clues, finally drawing a chilling conclusion. Twelve years ago, Co Truong Uyen swallowed three hundred thousand taels of silver to save Jiangnan. He used the name of building Van Tho palace, blocked the sky from his eyes, and transported a large amount of stones and biopsies to the abandoned red mine in Tay Giao. There, he not only secretly hid all that huge amount of money... but also dug deep underground, building a weapons factory and a large-scale military storage camp - enough to swallow an entire citadel in silence. That year, Bui Van Chu was just a minor employee of the Ministry of Rites, unintentionally becoming an errand boy and assisting him. During the past eighteen years, Co Truong Uyen continued to suck blood through underground money sites, constantly expanding this private army. His goal is not just to be a leader - but to change the tide.

“We can't let Dai Ly Tu investigate slowly anymore.” Tieu Canh Hanh tightened his grip on the sword hilt.

"If tomorrow there is a mass withdrawal of money, Co Truong Uyen will know that the matter has been exposed. He will definitely take action soon."

Tieu Canh Hanh looked at me with deep eyes.

"Minh Nguyet, tonight I have to lead the army out of the citadel and attack the Tay Giao red mine. I'm afraid the capital's defense is no longer reliable. You and Hac Xuyen stay in the palace, be careful of everything."

I looked at him and nodded strongly.

"Go away. Capture that old dog alive."

Tieu Canh Hanh led three thousand elite Tran Bac soldiers and quietly left the capital. But the thing we fear the most... still happens. The hour of the Rat is three o'clock. On the long street outside the royal palace, the sound of heavy horse hooves suddenly sounded. Not the sound of the Musketeers patrolling the castle. I pushed the window open and looked out into the distance — toward the royal palace, the firelight rising high into the sky. General of the Nine Sects, Admiral Wang, has rebelled. Co Truong Uyen's private soldiers soon entered the capital. Outside on the street corner, torchlight illuminates the night sky. Countless rebels surrounded Tran Bac Vuong Palace. The leading general grinned fiercely and raised the torch in his hand.

"There is an order from the late Patriarch! Tran Bac Vuong Palace - don't leave a single chicken or dog behind! Kill me!"

Outside the gate, there was a violent crash. The door latch made an unbearable cracking sound. Hac Xuyen and I stood in the middle of the hall, looking at the door that was about to be broken open. The shadow of death instantly covered the entire royal palace. The door let out a final 'moan' under the impact of the body large piece of wood, then collapsed with a loud sound. The rebels poured in like a tide, and torchlight made the yard as bright as day.

“Where are you?” Hac Xuyen tightened his grip on the dagger I gave him, standing in front of me.

I looked at his small shoulder, a warmth welling up in my heart.

“Hac Xuyen, get behind me.” I pushed him away, took out a small bamboo pepper from my chest, and brought it to my lips.

An extremely sharp whistle pierced the screams, echoing throughout the night sky of the royal palace. As soon as the rebels poured in, they suddenly stopped for a moment. In the next second, a sudden mutation occurred. On the roof of the corridor on both sides of the courtyard, suddenly dozens of black-clothed figures flipped and fell. They are not royal guards. They are our people. They are martyrs that we have secretly nurtured with Jiangnan resources for more than ten years. Everyone can fight ten against one. In their hands they held strange crossbows, the arrowheads glinting the dark blue of poison.

"Shoot!" I coldly ordered.

‘Whoosh whoosh whoosh!’

The dense rain of arrows immediately covered the first rebels who rushed forward. Before those who were hit by arrows could scream, their whole bodies turned black and they fell down and died. The rebel leader's face changed in fright.

"There's an ambush! Shoot arrows! Shoot me all to death!"

The rebels immediately raised their bows and counterattacked. But the martyr acted very quickly, and as soon as he was successful, he immediately crouched behind the porch. All the arrows fired back fell into space.

"Charge in! Kill that woman!" The leader recognized me, pointed straight at me and shouted loudly.

More rebels stepped on their comrades' bodies and continued to rush forward.

“Retreat to the inner hall!” I pulled Hac Xuyen and quickly retreated to the second defensive line that had been arranged in advance.