Xiao Heng, the Fifth Prince who was executed by a thousand cuts in his previous life, has been reborn.
Looking at the imperial study, where the treasury was so empty horses could gallop through it, he made up his mind:
He would live differently this time.
His seventh brother, raised in the Cold Palace like a poisonous creature, knew all the tricks of the martial world.
His eldest brother, banished to the frontier, commanded a powerful army. His third brother, obsessed with bookkeeping, could smell blood in every coin.
Xiao Heng knocked on his brothers’ doors one by one. “How about we team up and pull off something big?”
Silver was hidden in the salted-fish barrels of the salt inspectors, and gold bricks were stuffed inside the Buddha statues in bandit strongholds.
By the time the corrupt officials’ secret rooms had been emptied, silver ingots were piled like mountains in the imperial study.
When the emperor, seated on the Dragon Throne, read the victory report, he suddenly slammed the table and leapt to his feet:
“That dragon robe the Fifth Prince seized... was the one I lost twenty years ago!”
