The world laughs at me for being mad. I laugh at them for failing to see the truth.
When I smash that bloodstained abacus against the Golden Throne, all of the Qing Empire will owe me an explanation!
Demoted to Jiangnan, he became a useless clerk who did nothing but tally accounts.
That is, until the death of a weaver laid a bloodstained map of Jiangnan’s secrets before him.
Two years ago, the brilliant detective Zhou Mo was heartbroken by a major case and let himself go.
He thought he would spend the rest of his days in Hu’an County, but the “accidental” death of a mute weaver was strange from every angle.
The bizarre silk map clutched in the corpse’s hand was a code the dead man had left behind with his life.
“Ghost soldiers” raided the government granary for grain in the dead of night. The mastermind was behind an outrageous conspiracy involving the Imperial Weaving Bureau.
The deadly poison “Guanyin’s Tears” made wealthy gentry “pass into nirvana” and become Buddhas. This seemingly perfect crime exposed the demons lurking in people’s hearts.
Zhou Mo worked the beads of his old abacus, calculating silk, grain, and deadly poisons. More than that, he had to calculate the human heart and the ways of the officialdom, and figure out whether there was any justice left in the Qing Empire!
His confidante Su Wan’er wielded her medical skills like a blade, cutting through layers of disguises to reveal the truth.
At the moment of life and death, which side would Liu, the morally ambiguous constable, choose?
From the county yamen to the Imperial Weaving Bureau, from Jiangnan to the Forbidden City.
At stake in this game of chess were not only their lives, but the fate of the whole realm!
Very good, but not human-looking