After her grandmother died, Lin Yunxi inherited a mountain resort on the verge of bankruptcy.
Debt, power cuts, bad reviews, and relatives pressuring her to sell: everyone was waiting to laugh at her.
Then, at midnight during a torrential storm, the sealed blue-stone gate at the back of the mountain suddenly opened.
A palace chef who had fled famine knelt in her kitchen. “If you’ll save them, I, Shen, will work for you for the rest of my life.”
A wrongly accused embroiderer brought a long-lost embroidery manual. A carpenter who specialized in mechanical devices repaired a century-old building. A female general became the resort’s head of security. An imperial physician turned an abandoned medicinal bathhouse into a hit wellness retreat.
And then there was the ancient regent, covered in blood, whose first words upon waking were, “If our pursuers find this gate, they’ll burn your mountain first.”
From then on, Yunxi Mountain Resort changed beyond recognition.
Other inns hired staff. Her resort hired the entire imperial court.
Others made it big through marketing. She relied on palace chefs at the helm, embroidery lessons, buildings crafted by master carpenters, remedies prepared by imperial physicians, and generals patrolling the mountain.
Relatives tried to seize the resort? She gave them a face-slapping comeuppance.
Big business tried to buy it cheap? Not for sale.
Influencers spread rumors and staged fake scenes? She went live from the kitchen and won everyone over on the spot.
Ancient disasters, court assassinations, and modern-day hunts came one after another. As Lin Yunxi ran the resort, she also slowly pulled two worlds on the brink of collapse back from the edge.
That rundown resort eventually became the hardest vacation destination in the country to book.
It also became the last safe crossing between the ancient and modern worlds.
