Building Dreams

As a cross-dressing master, he has a childhood nickname, Xiao Yi; an identity he presents to the outside world, brothel madam; and a title, Mother Yi. He's a young man barely old enough to wear his hair up, and he's been rolling around in rouge and powder every day since he was six. Wipe away the tears, because life has to go on...

Then one day, one of the four pillars of the establishment died, bringing the authorities to its door. The stagnant waters of Mother Yi's life were finally stirred, and mysterious officials, a murky past, strange happenings in the dead of night, and all manner of other things began to surface one by one...

Note: This story involves cultivation. The logic may be dead, so please don't take it too seriously. Any coincidences are purely coincidental. Most of what's in this story is made up, and there are bugs too, because the author has a few screws loose... Please be kind? (The author sheepishly says you can ignore it?) The names of organizations were made up by the author, so any similarities are truly coincidental. (Historical knowledge has already been slapped dead on the beach.) Some details are the author's own inventions, while others use cultivation settings commonly seen in online fiction. Please understand.