In the winter of the thirteenth year of the Apocalypse, the powerful Prince Jing, Shen Zhiyan, was overthrown overnight: his title was seized, his status was reduced, and he was exiled to a misty land of three thousand miles. On the way to escort, slow poison, heavy shackles, Tiqi, and the swords that killed him came one after another - the whole capital was waiting for the news of his death.
On the same exile road, there was another woman pretending to be crazy while holding dead branches: Gu Yunheng, the concubine of the Gu family in Jiangnan, was convicted of all crimes, but she was the only one who survived because of her "madness". On a snowy night at the crossing of the Yellow River, she handed him half a piece of moldy cake, and in a voice that only the two of them could hear, she negotiated the first deal in the book - "Lend you your life. In the future, pay me back with interest."
He thought he had picked up a counting house, but later he found out that what he picked up was a sharpened knife. She could read the handwriting of the traitorous enemy from half a page of the mansion, could squat for ten days to find out the three secret accounts of the salt field, and be able to count every step ahead of everyone in the three-sided killing of the imperial envoy, Tiqi, and pirates.
From the Miadi Saltworks to the Lidong Fire Pond, from the black sailing ship to Zhaobi, the capital, the two worked together to turn a dead situation into a living situation: uncovering two murder cases that had been buried for thirty years, setting off a palace coup that had been buried with gunpowder, and then establishing an unprecedented yamen with their own hands. From the emperor's private treasury to the county's charity warehouse, there is no unexplorable account in the world.
This is not a story about who saves whom. This is the story of two people who were thrown into the mud, handed each other knives, turned over side by side, and carved the word "rules" on the wall of the world. Revenge must be accompanied by interest, but deep love only records one sum: from the day the cake was entered into the account, they have kept this account for their whole life.
