My name is Bai Suzhen, but I am no snake demon.
The salt I make can give the soldiers at the front a chance to survive, while lining the pockets of the surrender faction.
My beloved, Xu Xian, is no timid doctor. He is the hub of an underground intelligence network.
That flood at Jinshan Temple was the desperate strike our salt-worker rebel army launched against the temple’s smuggling hub!
We lost. And so the uprising became a legend, our comrades became spirits, and our heroic deeds became myth.
Until a thousand years later, when a great man watching a play hit the nail on the head:
“Can we really afford not to make a revolution? Not to rebel?”
This book will reveal the blood and fire buried for seven hundred years behind The Legend of the White Snake.
