In the Marquis Mansion of Northern Xinjiang, the Zhumen have not moved.
The imperial court established an additional market, and the old trade routes could not bypass the new pass.
On the surface, it is a dispute over trade routes, but underneath it leads to an old case that has been sealed for seventeen years.
Outside the city, the side branches wanted to split the road, the vassal king wanted to seize the road, and the censor wanted to check the road.
In the city, the treasury was in short supply and military supplies were in urgent need. The Guards Battalion and the Northern Xinjiang Camp were forced into a corner at the same time.
A concubine grew up beside the abacus and never left the city gate.
But when the account book was turned to the bottom, she walked from the inner house into the treasury, and then from the treasury into the deepest part of the old incident.
There was a fire in the treasury, blood was seen in the court, thunder rolled by, but the rain did not fall.
Decency is torn apart and humanity is pushed into a corner.
No one is absolutely innocent, and no one is completely black.
This is not a story of favor.
It's a group of people in a desperate situation, caught between rules and desires, each looking for a way out, and each paying the price.
1. The full text is an imaginary setting. 2. Some of the era features, systems or artifacts... Are based on real historical research. 3. The overall world view, characters and plots are all fictitious creations. Readers are advised not to place themselves in a specific dynasty.
Slow pace. Stable updates. Estimated to be 1 million words+, creation started on August 15, 2026. Thanks for the support
Purpose: From the old case in the inner house to the struggle between business and military power, step by step in the cracks of the family's etiquette, reveal the fate of the family's rise and fall, and find a way out between gray-scale human nature and rules and desires.