Great Xia: At the start, summon the Net of Heaven to suppress the martial arts world.

Numerous powerful factions in the capital were constantly monitoring the every move of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

They also did not miss the battle between the Mo Dao Army and the patrol troops.

Such a devastating battle was truly eye-opening.

Many forces never expected that His Highness the Crown Prince would have hidden so many heavy infantrymen.

Their exaggerated fighting prowess and incredibly sharp Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) were enough to send chills down one's spine.

What's even more frightening is that before the Mo Dao Army was deployed, no one knew its exact origins.

Just like the three thousand heavy cavalrymen back then, it's unknown when Xia Taige trained them.

With such an elusive nature, no one knows whether Xia Taige might be hiding some other trump cards.

However, a more observant person can clearly see from this that His Highness the Crown Prince, either under his command or in his own right, is definitely a genius at training troops.

The Mo Dao Army's disciplined and uncompromising behavior is still deeply etched in the minds of many factions and informants, and it lingers there.

. . . . .

Just as the matter of the Duke of Lu was finally settled, a similar but even more thrilling scene was unfolding at the residence of the Minister of Rites.

Unlike the Azure Dragon, the White Tiger is not eloquent or gentle; it is known for its simple and brutal methods.

Outside the gate, the white tiger's eyes widened in fury, and with a flying kick, the gate of the Minister of Rites' residence was instantly shattered into pieces.

With that loud bang, the Imperial Guards behind him surged in like a tidal wave.

When the guards rushed over, they were met with a chilling scene.

The Imperial Guards, each wielding a gleaming Embroidered Spring Blade, slashed at anyone they encountered without mercy.

They showed no regard for the power and influence of a high-ranking official of the second rank in the imperial court.

Faced with such a brutal attack, the guards in the mansion fought desperately, but to no avail. How could the guards be a match for those seasoned and well-trained Imperial Guards?

The two sides had barely clashed when the guards began to retreat in disarray, and soon only a handful of them were still struggling to hold on, making their last stand.

Seeing this, Baihu didn't care at all; in his eyes, it wouldn't matter if he killed everyone.

After all, the mountains of gold and silver that would be found in the mansion later would be the most compelling evidence, and the irrefutable facts would be laid bare before them.

Getting rid of these people will actually make the situation quieter, preventing anyone from making a ruckus.

After a while, apart from the Imperial Guards standing like pines, there was no one else to be seen in the entire courtyard.

Corpses lay scattered on the ground, their blood staining the earth and filling the air with a strong stench of blood.

Seeing the fierce battle ahead, but with the Minister of Rites still nowhere to be seen, and not even a steward in sight, Baihu couldn't help but feel suspicious and involuntarily turned his gaze towards the backyard.

Logically speaking, with such a commotion, the Minister of Rites should have come out to investigate the situation long ago, but now there is no movement at all, which is extremely abnormal.

The white tiger's heart stirred, as if it had sensed something amiss.

With a light touch of his toes on the ground, his figure moved like a ghost, nimbly dodging the surrounding fighting crowd, and sped towards the backyard.

In the blink of an eye, the white tiger had already leaped into the backyard.

The moment they landed, a strong, pungent smell of blood hit them.

The white tiger frowned slightly, sniffed the air a few times, and quickly pinpointed the direction from which the bloody scent was coming.

Without stopping, he ran quickly following the scent.

Arriving at a tightly closed door, Baihu kicked it open without saying a word.

With a loud bang, the door collapsed, and the scene before our eyes came into view.

The Minister of Rites and his steward lay dead on the ground, their blood staining a large area.

The white tiger looked at the two corpses on the ground, but his face did not show any anger. Instead, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a faint sense of mockery.

He secretly mocked the assassin's unnecessary actions, and in his mind, Baihu had already guessed the identity of the assassin.

Under the Zhenwu Division's incredibly powerful intelligence network, no secret can escape the eyes and ears of its spies.

The reason we haven't taken action against it yet is simply because the time isn't right.

As for the Minister of Rites, Baihu never intended to get anything out of him. Therefore, whether or not he killed him to silence him had little impact on the overall situation.

Even if the Minister of Rites confessed on his deathbed, it wouldn't be a big deal. In Baihu's opinion, the Minister of Rites knew less about the crimes than the Zhenwu Division knew.

Not long after, while Baihu was still immersed in his exclamation, a group of Imperial Guards dressed in flying fish robes and with embroidered spring knives at their waists swiftly slipped into the backyard like ghosts.

They moved swiftly and silently, like hunters in the dark.

"My lord?" A commander quickly walked up to Baihu, respectfully cupping his hands in greeting as he awaited orders.

The white tiger turned its head slightly, its cold gaze sweeping over the rooms in the backyard, before giving the order expressionlessly:

"Search every corner carefully, leave no survivors." Baihu's voice was calm and cold, as if this were just an ordinary matter.

In Baihu's heart, he had no good feelings whatsoever towards these corrupt officials and their families.

He firmly believed that even if he killed indiscriminately with his eyes closed, he would never mistakenly kill an innocent person.

Since he enjoys the privileged life brought about by the Minister of Rites' illegal and disorderly conduct, he must naturally bear the consequences; every cause has its effect.

"Yes!" Qianhu clasped his hands in a fist and answered loudly.

Then, he suddenly turned around, waved his hand, and led his Imperial Guards like wolves and tigers into each room to conduct a search.

At this moment, the once peaceful backyard was instantly enveloped in fear and despair.

Terrified screams and desperate pleas for mercy echoed throughout the backyard, rising and falling incessantly.

Every room was witnessing a bloody scene, with blood splattering everywhere, a truly gruesome sight.

The Imperial Guards, with swift and emotionless movements, wielded their blades like killing machines, felling them one by one.

Once the entire Ministry of Rites' residence had quieted down, they began their main task—searching for money.

The Imperial Guards patrolled the entire mansion, digging deep and leaving no corner unchecked.

A Minister of the Imperial Court, a high-ranking official of the second rank, is responsible for completing tasks assigned by his superiors, depending on his abilities.

One careless mistake could mean that he alone could generate half of the company's revenue.

Before long, boxes were carried into the yard one after another.

As more and more boxes appeared, smiles gradually spread across the faces of the Imperial Guards.

They were immediately filled with enthusiasm, wishing they could tear down the house and see if there was any hidden silver inside.

Not long after, the commander of the Imperial Guards stepped forward and reported to Baihu:

"My lord, the total is 500,000 taels of gold, 7 million taels of silver, and eight boxes of other jewelry and paintings!"

Upon hearing this, the white tiger frowned, clearly not meeting its expectations.

"Are you sure you've searched everything? Under the pond, inside the pillars, etc.?"

"Uh... Your Excellency, the entire area has been searched!" the commander replied immediately.

The white tiger sighed, somewhat reluctant to say more:

"In that case, let's clean up the scene and call it a day!"

"Yes!"