Twelve years ago, the entire Jiang family was falsely accused in a military provisions scandal.
Twelve years later, Jiang Zhaomian returns to the capital with her younger brother. She only wants to clear her father’s name, but instead uncovers a strange account:
A soldier who died long ago in a snowy valley on the northern frontier is still receiving winter clothing stipends in the capital.
The dead draw pay while the living go without food.
Following the money leads her through the capital’s granaries, the imperial treasury, the court, and an old edict. Layer by layer, the truth comes to light.
And Xiao Huaijing, a member of the imperial clan from the cold and distant residence, rumored to be sickly and useless, reveals the sharpness he has hidden for years in this old case.
The court is willing to clear the Jiang family’s name, but only if three thousand dead souls continue to bear the stigma of treason.
Jiang Zhaomian asks just one question:
“If my father was innocent, then why are the three thousand people in the snowy valley still branded as rebels?”
