Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Thief

Emperor Daoguang of the Han Dynasty was only 20 years old and ascended the throne at the age of seven, with two empress dowagers listening to the government, and four elders of the three dynasties assisting in government affairs.

Hao Aimin, the third prime minister of the Han Kingdom, was responsible for the finances of the Han Kingdom, and was sleek, and the people gave him a nickname: Hao Aiqian. In order to vent his anger for his precious son, he privately mobilized a squadron of Praetorian Guard cavalry, but who knew that in the past ten days, no news has been transmitted back, and the secret agents sent out have not returned, which makes the heart of this first-class master fluctuate.

Late at night, a dark shadow fell from the sky over the Prime Minister's Mansion and entered the back garden of the house, which turned out to be a mecha, and after a slight mechanical sound, a figure sneaked into the Prime Minister's bedroom. "Poof..." Under the silenced pistol, one by one the guards on duty were shot by the tranquilizer gun and fell, the bedroom door was pushed open, and with two pops, this Hao Aiqian and the concubine continued to sleep. The underground treasure house of the prime minister's house was opened, and the figure did not check it after entering, and swept away the belongings inside with the space ring, and after coming out, he put it in the study, and the antiques in the living room were also swept away, and a small note was placed next to the prime minister's pillow, which read: At this time next year, prepare gold and silver for a million taels, otherwise it will be difficult to protect the head. Press it on top with a flower of the Nine Jewels.

The next day, the prime minister woke up, saw the note, and immediately checked the underground treasure house, only to find that the wealth that had been looted for many years was gone, and he fainted on the ground with blood. At this time, another person sent a letter: Two million taels of silver to redeem your son's life...

Hao Aimin vomited blood again and fell to the ground, and the Prime Minister's Mansion was in chaos.

Three days later, in a wasteland in the suburbs, a hundred carts pulled the ransom money here, Hao Aimin was accompanied by hundreds of guards to pay the ransom as agreed, and suddenly, a thick fog floated around, and he couldn't see his five fingers in a few minutes, and the sky was getting dark, making it difficult for people to move an inch. The dozens of headhunters in ambush around were just about to make a move, only to hear a popping sound, and they fell to the ground and passed out one by one.

"Old man Hao, it's really brave to use stones to pretend to be silver taels, you are limited to prepare five million taels of silver within seven days, otherwise you will wait to collect your son's corpse." A voice floated in the distance.

Hao Aimin didn't see his son, and the ransom went up, so he had to take someone back and go back to raise money. That night, more than a dozen cases of theft occurred in the capital, and the homes of corrupt officials and princes and nobles who bullied men and women were ransacked, leaving a thorny rose at the scene.

In the past few days, hundreds of thousands of poor people in the capital have been running excitedly to tell each other and publicize the deeds of the Nine Jewels and the Shuai, because every family has received a few years of living expenses.

When Hao Aimin made up enough ransom and didn't act, one night the rose thief came to the door, took the ransom away, and gave the prime minister a son who became an idiot.

There is another headless public case in the Great Han Kingdom.;