Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

Yan Shijin watched the movements of those people and gently waved his hand behind him.

Nie Lin nodded, lowered his voice, and gave the order to his deputy.

The elite troops he brought immediately split into two groups.

Two hundred men followed Mo Ning and stealthily made their way toward the Taoist temple.

The remaining eight hundred men, using the trees and earthen slopes on both sides of the official road as cover, quietly surrounded the silver cart and the guards of it.

They are just waiting for the order to be given so that they can be wiped out in one fell swoop.

Seeing that the arrangements were almost complete, Yan Shijin and Yun Shengsheng led a few skilled men around the main gate and quietly followed Mo Ning and his group along a small path in the back mountain.

Yan Shijin and Yun Shengsheng also wanted to see for themselves where the silver came from.

The Prince of Yong's men were relatively vigilant, keeping a watchful eye on everything and leaving two hidden sentries at intervals. Little did they know, following behind them were the Crown Prince's elite shadow guards. Those sentries were silently taken down before they could even utter a sound.

The little fritter flapped its tiny wings and found the entrance to the secret passage long before everyone else.

Following the little dumpling's directions, Yun Shengsheng circled around to the back courtyard of the Taoist temple and peeked out from over the wall.

Good heavens, the entrance to the secret passage is actually beneath an octagonal pavilion in the courtyard.

This is something most people really can't find!

That octagonal pavilion was probably part of the original dojo and hadn't been renovated, so it was dilapidated, with all the paint peeling off the pillars, and it looked like it could collapse at any moment.

But who would have thought that if you pry open those few inconspicuous floor tiles in the center of the pavilion, you'll find a staircase underneath that can accommodate three people walking side by side down.

After the Prince of Yong's men arrived, ten men were left to guard the area, while the rest filed down and entered one after another.

Yan Shijin and Yun Shengsheng watched from a distance without moving.

Yan Shijin lowered his voice and said to her, "There's no need to go down. Let them bring everything up before we take them all in one fell swoop."

Yun Shengsheng immediately gave a thumbs up.

"Yes, that's the easiest way. Let them do the hard work first, and then we'll get to work after they move the last box."

"Hehe, they're exhausted, they won't have the strength to fight back when the fight starts."

Chu Xiao, listening from behind, almost laughed.

Sheng Sheng's younger sister is even more cunning than he is.

That's what they say, but in reality, it takes patience to put it into practice.

There's over 500,000 taels of silver hidden down there; it would take two strong men to lift just one box.

Moving it up from deep underground takes time and effort.

Yun Shengsheng and the others waited for almost a whole day.

We waited from dusk until it was completely dark, and then from the darkness until the horizon began to lighten.

Yun Shengsheng leaned against a large pine tree, wrapped in Wu Xia's outer robe, yawning one after another, and finally curled up into a ball and drifted off to sleep.

Several times, when her head tilted to the side, Yan Shijin steadily supported it and pulled it back onto his shoulder.

The little dumpling nestled on Yun Shengsheng's lap, its small body curled into a ball, sleeping even more soundly than her.

The last chest of silver finally emerged from the ground the next morning, as the first hint of dawn appeared on the horizon.

Several strong men carried the box outside the pavilion, and others put the stone slabs back in their places one by one.

Yun Shengsheng was woken up by the little dumpling.

She rubbed her eyes, tugged at Yan Shijin's sleeve, and whispered, "Brother Shijin, this should be the last box."

Yan Shijin frowned slightly, his eyes sharpened, and he waved his hand gently.

Mo Ning, who was beside him, understood immediately. He took out a small bamboo tube from his pocket and pulled it towards the sky.

With a whoosh, a sharp whistling sound shattered the morning tranquility as a red firework exploded against the gray-white sky.

The Prince of Yong's men were stunned. Before they could figure out what was going on, they saw dark figures appearing from all directions.

Shouts of killing erupted simultaneously from the outer perimeter of the Taoist temple and both sides of the official road, like a pot of cold water suddenly boiling over and poured down on us.

The Prince of Yong's men hurriedly drew their swords, but most of them were just ordinary martial arts practitioners, merely bodyguards and escorts temporarily recruited by the Prince of Yong.

Apart from a few highly skilled shadow guards who could put up any decent resistance, the rest were utterly helpless against the well-trained soldiers.

The silver carriage by the official road had already been brought under control.

Nie Lin's soldiers blocked even the furthest gap, and a few who tried to break through were shot back by archers.

The Prince of Yong's elite shadow guards fought and retreated amidst the chaos of battle. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, they did not linger in the fight and made a few feints before disappearing into the woods.

They all moved with unpredictable speed and lurked in the shadows, making it difficult for others to catch them.

But among the group that Mo Ning led, several black-clad shadow guards had already been keeping a close eye on them. How could they let them escape?

The group split into two groups to encircle and flank the group, attacking and blocking them, eventually forcing the experts into a corner.

Amidst the flashing swords, two or three were killed on the spot. The remaining few, seeing no way out and witnessing their comrades die before their eyes, simply gritted their teeth and committed suicide.

The entire melee lasted for more than an hour, from dawn until the sun was high in the sky.

Most of the Prince of Yong's men were killed, and the rest were tied up and thrown into an open space.

All the stolen silver was recovered, not a single box was missing. And no one escaped.

Nie Lin rushed over excitedly with his men. During the morning banquet, Jin respectfully gave a military salute, his face crinkling with a smile so wide it could trap flies.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! You were truly a prophet! This campaign was a resounding victory; all the rebels were wiped out! Our army seized a total of 3.2 million taels of stolen silver!"

Nie Lin thought to himself, "That's three million two hundred thousand taels!"

It was worth it for him and his brothers to endure hardships and sleep outdoors on this journey.

Yan Shijin smiled and nodded, "Thank you for your hard work, Commander Nie."

He paused, then continued, "I'll trouble Commander Nie to escort this batch of silver to the banks of the Cangjiang River. As for the rest, I have my own arrangements."

Commander Nie nodded with a smile and replied repeatedly, "Yes, yes, Your Highness, rest assured, this subordinate will make the arrangements immediately."

"Such a large sum of silver, I'll make sure you keep an eye on it on the way. If even a single coin is missing, I'll offer my head as payment!" After saying that, he scurried back to reorganize the troops, his smile never fading.

A great battle, and a resounding success.

They escorted 3.2 million taels of silver and dozens of thieves, leading an entire army, and marched grandly towards Cangjiang Prefecture.

The silver carriages formed a long line on the official road, with Nie Lin's soldiers leading the way and bringing up the rear.

They traveled for five days without encountering any robberies or harassment.

Are you kidding? With over a thousand elite soldiers escorting them, what foolish bandit would dare approach? Let alone get close, they'd rather take a detour than even glance at them from afar.

Upon arriving in Cangjiang Prefecture, Nie Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief. Now that they were there, it was time to hand over the silver to the Crown Prince's men to arrange the water transport.

But Nie Lin was also a shrewd person. After arriving at Cangjiang Prefecture, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he washed his face, changed into clean clothes, and went to Yan Shijin's side.

He rubbed his hands together, a sheepish grin on his face. "Your Highness, I have successfully completed my mission!"

Mo Ning whispered a reminder to Yan Shijin, "Master, this person is definitely trying to gain some benefits..."