The Abacus Ticks, and Everyone Works for Me
At ten, Yun Guiji went up the mountain to study commerce. When she came down at fifteen, she didn’t find her parents returning in triumph. She found two coffins instead. Their killers weren’t the northern cavalry. It was the man sitting on the imperial throne.
Her senior fellow disciple, An Cihé, a genius of commerce, handed her an abacus and willingly let her use him: “Let me calculate how much it’ll cost to bring down an emperor.” The capital’s playboy, Shen Jinghong, lifted the carriage curtain and offered his ideas: “If you need me, just say the word.” Her younger sister, Yun Guisong, was a skilled fighter and a gifted physician: “Sis, point me where you want me, and I’ll hit.” Young General Ning, Ning Songnian, rode up after them, an expert at cleaning up any mess: “I-I’m not here to chase after your sister… All right, I am.”
With their help, Yun Guiji climbed higher and higher. From the capital to the martial world, she gave herself three years to drag the man on high down from his altar and watch him lose everything with her own eyes.
But bringing down an emperor was no easy task. Before one crisis had passed, another was already upon them. When the abacus ticks, gold flows by the tens of thousands. No one yet knows who will win this game.
