Deposed? I couldn't be happier! I wouldn't even be a dog to the crown prince.

Instead of stopping the funds that were maliciously shorting the market, Wu Zetian quickly typed out a highly misleading forged document in the Tian Shu backend.

Those long, slender, fair fingers left a blurry afterimage on the deep blue holographic screen.

Each rapid tap.

All of this was accompanied by a forged command being quietly generated in a fraction of a second from the core of the main control module.

The red alert code was still flashing on the screen, reflecting off her exquisite and aloof face.

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, the ruthless glint in her eyes, befitting a financial queen, was so intense it seemed to solidify within the confined space.

"Sir, are we really not going to mobilize the Crown Prince's computing power to take over?"

The operator sat uneasily watching the nearly collapsing rebound curve, his facial muscles twitching slightly with tension.

"The land sales dumped by these powerful families have accumulated to an astronomical figure."

If we don't intervene to support the market, this hard-won credit system might be completely breached tonight.

His cold sweat dripped down his cheeks and onto the control panel with a very soft pattering sound.

"What's the panic? Let them smash it. I'm just worried they don't have enough chips to play with."

Wu Meiniang gave a cold laugh, a cruel, destructive smile spreading across her lips.

She stopped pointing and looked at the draft document that had already been stamped with the top-secret seal of the Central Bank of the Tang Dynasty.

Every word and every punctuation mark on it is a noose she meticulously crafted for those greedy old tyrants.

As a top-level strategist in charge of the empire's finances.

She was all too aware of the selfishness and arrogance of these ancient families.

On the one hand, they look down on the myth of Digital Treasure's humble beginnings, but on the other hand, they are extremely sensitive to any slight change in the government's policies.

This deep-seated class panic is their fatal weakness.

She didn't rush to publish this piece of waste paper online.

Instead, it reversed course and opened a top-secret hidden band, revealing the draft announcement containing the words "The Great Tang Universe Forcibly Melts and Decouples".

The message was precisely sent to the wristbands of several "insider officials" who appeared to hold important positions but whose backbones had long been broken by the wealth of powerful families.

These rats, hidden in the lower levels of the imperial court, were the most trusted source of information for aristocratic families.

"Minister Zhao, this is a top-secret official document that the Crown Prince just issued to the central bank's internal system."

In a secluded attic, an insider was so startled by the pop-up window on his wristband that he slid off his armchair and onto the floor.

His usually pampered, chubby face turned deathly pale in an instant.

"His Highness the Crown Prince believes the metaverse is overheated and is about to announce a forced decoupling of virtual assets from real-world currency, rendering them worthless!"

This carefully crafted fake news spread like wildfire in a second.

Following the hidden quantum channel, it spread wildly throughout the old aristocratic circles of the entire Tang Dynasty.

"What?! Forced decoupling? Everything becomes worthless?!"

In the secret chamber of the Wang clan of Taiyuan, the clan patriarch had just picked up a white jade chess piece, which shattered on the chessboard with a thud.

In those cloudy old eyes, the smugness about short selling was suddenly torn apart by a primal, overwhelming panic within a millisecond.

"That madman Li Chengqian! He's trying to flip the table and completely renege on our credit points!"

The elder of the Lu family slammed his hand on the waterproof table, causing the oil lamp on it to shake violently.

This morbid rebellion, born from an extreme fear of the royal technological power, instantly reduced their reason to ashes.

"Quickly! Pass down the order to put all the holographic skins and cyber shares under the family name up for sale!"

Prices must be reduced by 50%, no, by 80%! All these worthless pieces of paper must be exchanged for physical credit points for cash before the official decoupling announcement is released!

The storm triggered by the fake news amplified the greed and selfishness within the elite circles a hundredfold in that one minute.

To avoid losing everything, they took advantage of this information gap to short the market and make a fortune.

They started recklessly and aggressively increasing their selling volume.

The green curve representing the primordial universe was destroyed by the violent, annihilating actions of dozens of ancient powerful clans.

Like a shooting star falling from the sky, it hurtled headlong into the deepest abyss.

The red alarms for the server room overload were so loud they were practically ringing out, causing the cooling pipes to scream in pain.

"Success, sir. They've revealed all their cards."

The operator watched as the golden waveform representing the family's secret position was completely exposed on Tian Shu's monitoring chart.

His voice was so excited it was distorted.

"In order to short the market, they've already pledged the last few iron ore mines and the deeds to fertile farmland in Guanzhong as collateral!"

Wu Zetian stood in front of the giant screen, her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, cold light falling on her high, straight nose.

She ignored the wealthy family heads who were popping champagne in the tunnel, celebrating their impending fortune.

Her fingertip hovered above the black physical Enter key labeled "Forced Reverse Harvesting Across the Entire Network".

That one second stretched out endlessly in the deathly silence of the main control cabin, so oppressive that it made one want to scream.

However, in this panic storm meticulously designed by Wu Zetian, there was an unsuspecting "super retail investor" who, due to blind confidence, plunged headlong into the center of the vortex.

In a side hall of the Taiji Hall, Li Shimin was tightly fastening the holographic helmet onto his head.

Looking at the virtual land parcel "Number One in the Sky" that had already fallen to 10% of its initial price.

The Tang emperor's breathing was as heavy as that of a newly manufactured heavy steam engine.

"It's cheap! It's too cheap! Wang De! Transfer all the private money from my treasury to me!"

Cheng Yaojin, that dark-skinned fellow, is still hesitating. Tonight, I'm going to devour all thirty of these 'top-tier' plots of land! Hahahaha!

"Your Majesty, this is unacceptable! Lord Wei is still wailing and lamenting outside the palace. The stock market is plummeting so strangely; there must be something fishy going on!"

Wang De knelt on the ground, his hands gripping Li Shimin's red dragon robe tightly.

Tears and snot streamed down his face as he cried out in desperation.

But the old man, who was completely obsessed with the myth of virtual real estate and thought he was buying up the world's assets at rock-bottom prices, wouldn't listen to a word of advice.

He pushed Wang De aside with fervor, his fingertips brimming with unwavering confidence, and steadily pressed down on the huge green "Buy All" button.

"What do you know, you old dog? This is called 'fortune favors the bold'!"

Li Shimin shouted at the top of his lungs, his face flushed red from excessive excitement.

"I am the chairman of the Tang Dynasty. With Chengqian in Hawaii holding the fort, how could the internet in this world really become worthless?"

"Once the market recovers tomorrow night, I'll make those roughnecks like Cheng Yaojin kneel down and pledge all their military medals to me!"

This kind of dimensional reduction absurdity arises from the absolute fragmentation of information.

This side hall, lit by golden lamps, exudes a chilling, absurd beauty.

The emperor thought he was getting a good deal, but he had no idea that he had a lot of his own private savings.

Within the first microsecond of entering the network channel, they were already trapped, along with the secret funds of the aristocratic families, in the deadly web woven by Wu Zetian.

On the beach, Li Chengqian lazily rolled over, took off his sunglasses, and glanced at the special notification that suddenly popped up on his bracelet: "[Unknown retail investor forcibly props up the price]".

The bright yellow imperial seal of the Tang Dynasty, covered by the seal, emitted an electronic glow that caused a strange look to flash across his clear eyes.

"My cheapskate father... the way he went in this time, somehow it looked even more standard than that idiot from the Wang family?"

Li Chengqian took a sip of the melted iced cola and shook his head helplessly.

"Your Highness, His Majesty's private savings have all been put into the margin call pool. Should we grant him a special backdoor to release them?"

Wu Zetian's secret telegram crossed the ocean and reached his ears.

"What are you going to do? Once you're caught in my net, even the Emperor Emeritus would lose a few pounds."

Li Chengqian snorted coldly and threw the can heavily into the trash can.

"Tell Tian Shu that when we close the net tomorrow night, we'll also take the old man's underwear. We need to teach him what it means to have risky investments."

The holographic storm on the long street is intensifying due to the accumulation of sell orders.

Retail investors panicked and sold at a loss, while large corporations greedily increased their holdings and sold off their shares.

Meanwhile, inside the Taiji Hall, amidst Wang Detong's heart-wrenching cries, the emperor was happily pouring his last penny of private savings into the depths of this cyber black hole that was about to completely format everyone.

However, in this panic storm meticulously designed by Wu Zetian, there was an unsuspecting "super retail investor" who, due to blind confidence, plunged headlong into the center of the vortex.