When I was dressing up as a deposed queen in a palace novel, the eunuch was holding me down and giving me poisonous wine.
I pushed the wine glass away and said eight words:
"Your Majesty, the Southwest Army has not been paid for three days."
The emperor's hand trembled.
The secret report about the deduction of pay for the Southwest Army was only sent to his desk three days ago, and only three of his confidants had read it.
And I was locked up in the cold palace for three whole years, and even the eunuch who delivered meals only had one eye.
He asked me how I knew.
I didn't tell him.
I have a complete intelligence network in my mind - who belongs to whom in the court, which hidden line leads to which border, and whose name the bad debt in the Ministry of Revenue is hidden under.
From the historical paper I wrote before I traveled through time.
The world of this book happens to be the dynasty I am studying.
Later, the regent Zhao Chi came into the cold palace late at night and put a military talisman on my table:
"Where did you get the news about the Southwest Army's food shortage?"
I confiscated the military talisman and raised my eyes to look at him:
"Your Majesty, the cold palace is too cold in winter. I want a charcoal room with thirty pounds of silver carbon."
He was silent for a moment:
"That's all?"
"That's all."
As a deposed queen, I will not fight for favor and will not be a queen.
I only sell information.
In this court, the most valuable thing is not the post, but the handle around everyone's neck.
And I hold everyone's life in my hands.
