After having their meal in the palace, when they learned that part of their own food would be exchanged for the disaster relief food distributed by the Ministry of Revenue, all the civil and military officials in the court raised their hatred for the unethical Minister of Revenue to another level.

However, after hearing that Prime Minister Xiao, those officials who had close contacts with the Minister of Revenue, and his family's close friends were restricted from buying grains for a year, they could only eat these grains mixed with sand and mold.

This is because there is no comparison, and you can't feel how happy you are. Everyone suddenly felt that exchanging food was not so painful. It was better than having to eat such food openly for the next year.

By exchanging with various officials, two-thirds of the relief grain problem was solved, and the remaining one-third still came from the Ministry of Revenue.

The Minister of Revenue was also dismissed and investigated for this matter.

However, Zhu Shijing had little experience, so Emperor Sheng'an did not promote him. Instead, he asked an older and more experienced official from the Ministry of Revenue to temporarily take over the position of Shangshu.

An Xin curled her lips and smiled slightly, realizing that Emperor Sheng An was reserving a position for the person he liked.

By the time someone becomes successful, the official will have reached the age where he can retire and enjoy a good life.

He is indeed an old fox. As long as the emperor wants, everything is under his control.

But this is also Zhu Shijing's dream.

Even if the students he taught were following the path arranged for them by Emperor Sheng An, An Xin would be happy to see it as long as they were willing.

Because of problems with earthquake-affected food supplies, An Xin and his crew were delayed for several days before setting out on their journey.

And because An Xin brought two bags of grain to Emperor Sheng'an, Prime Minister Xiao lost the Minister of Revenue Hu Lin, an official he had placed in an important position.

How could he not hate An Xin to death? So that night, Prime Minister Xiao not only called his accomplices together but also discussed the matter all night long.

Late at night when everyone was asleep, a black figure walked out of the Prime Minister's Mansion, hurried out of the house and walked towards an abandoned house. He stood in the shadows with a cloak on his head, obviously waiting for someone.

Soon, a black shadow with a bloody and murderous aura flew in from outside the high courtyard wall. Without seeing his face, one could guess that this person must have killed countless people to have such an aura on his body.

An Xin hurried on her way here, after all, she still had a conscience.

When on business trips, the longer they spend on the road, the longer they can travel at public expense, which does not save the old emperor any money.

This time they were going to provide disaster relief to the victims of the epidemic. An Xin did not waste any time along the way.

The weather is still very hot towards the end of summer. The scorching sun hangs in the sky, shining on the earth, and the chirping of cicadas adds a touch of heat.

Whether it was the troops pulling the supplies or the soldiers guarding on both sides, they were all sweating profusely, with beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads like pearls.

In order to hurry up on his journey, An Xin, like Liu Boxing and several other generals, rode a horse instead of taking the carriage arranged by the court for civil officials.

Liu Boxing looked at her own hill and passed by a village. She bought a straw hat from a farmer and put it on her head, which looked out of place. At first, everyone laughed at her.

However, at this moment, under the scorching sun, everyone who was sweating profusely from the sun realized that they were the ones making the joke.

Half of An Xin's face was hidden by the brim of her hat, and it was quite pleasant to feel the occasional gust of hot wind blowing across her face.

But seeing how hot everyone was, she looked up at the time and it was almost noon.

So they walked for a while longer, and when they were beside a stream, she turned to Liu Boxing and said, "Send a message to tell everyone to rest, and we'll continue our journey in the afternoon."

"Yes." Liu Boxing bowed respectfully while riding on his horse.

After stopping to rest, the cook following the team started to build a stove and cook. Because they settled near a stream, there was plenty of water and it was very convenient to use.

Many soldiers were so excited that they wanted to jump in, but were stopped by others who were quick to act. They glanced at An Xin and found that she had already walked far away.

Everyone then started to scoop up water to wash their faces and arms, and then splashed water on each other and played around.

An Xin led Dahei to a big tree and patted its head. "You should go eat some grass, but don't go too far. Be careful that bad guys may catch you and kill you for meat."

It turns out that when An Xin said this, he was just joking with his dark horse.

This time was no exception. Dahei nudged her with his head as if he understood, then raised his head high and ran off to find grass to eat.

It was too hot at noon, so everyone just ate a bite and then rested in a cool place.

Zheng Xiaoling came along again this time. After dinner, she boiled some water, let it cool, and then bottled it. This was the water that An Xin and she drank when they were thirsty in the afternoon.

An Xin jumped towards a big tree, leaned against a thick branch and closed his eyes, enjoying the rare rest time of the day.

Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked in the direction where Dahei had left. She had vaguely heard a horse neighing, but it seemed like it was an illusion.

An Xin, feeling uneasy, finally decided to go and find the dark horse.

Seeing that everyone was resting, An Xin slowed down her steps.

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Liu Boxing and Zheng Xiaoling heard the noise and saw An Xin leaving the team. They thought she was going to the bathroom, so they didn't think much about it and just closed their eyes and continued to squint.

When An Xin followed the approximate location of the sound and found Dahei, his head and body separated, lying on the ground in a pool of blood, with some unchewed grass in his mouth.

An Xin's body was stiff, he stood there straight, his eyes wide open in disbelief, staring at the corpse of the big black horse.

Misty gradually filled his eyes, and a teardrop dripped from his white cheek onto the soil, merging with the black blood on the ground.

An Xin raised her head and blinked, hiding all her sadness.

After looking around, there was only indifference and bone-chilling coldness in his eyes, and his voice was cold: "Come out."

"Since you dare to kill my horse, you must be confident that you can kill me." An Xin raised his hand to smooth the hair on his forehead, "Now that you are here, don't hide anymore."

"Swish, swish, swish." Several figures wearing black tights and with their faces covered appeared in An Xin's eyes.

Whether it was An Xin, who looked calm at the moment, or the seven men in black who looked murderous, it was clear that they were not talkative. The two sides did not even say hello when they met, but started fighting, and each move was fatal.

The seven killers believed that even if their martial arts skills were not top-notch, they were still among the best killers. They originally thought that killing a civil official or a female official would be a piece of cake.

I also feel that it is a waste of talent for the people who hired them and spent a lot of money to have all seven of them out, and I'm a little unhappy about it.

But at this moment, the opponent only took one round, and two of their seven killers were killed.

The remaining killers looked at An Xin, whose fierce eyes and ruthless movements, and were horrified if they were not all good at martial arts, they would have all become her dead souls.

An Xin saw a tattoo of a wolf with bared fangs and claws on the chest of the assassin whose clothes were cut by his sword. He curled his lips and said coldly, "The remnant of the Red Blood Alliance."

The masked man who was obviously the leader among the remaining five people and had slightly stronger martial arts skills suddenly looked at her sinisterly when he heard An Xin's words.

"You... who are you?"

An Xin glanced at Dahei, who was lying in a pool of blood with his head and body torn apart, and sneered coldly, "Your father."