A bandit's blade rests against a scholar's throat.
The government's seals weigh on the people until they can barely breathe.
The great clans scheme so fiercely that even the imperial palace seems to echo with the sound of their abacuses.
The wolves of the northern frontier watch the Central Plains, drooling.
After being reborn, Lu Ming is sold by his own father into a bandit stronghold as their “bridegroom.” All he wants is to keep the books in order and keep his wife happy, scraping out a living in this absurd world.
“Wife, they say I live off you.”
Su Qingwan wipes her dagger and sneers. “Then show them how well you live off me. Eat from a golden bowl, right in front of them, until they’re on their knees begging you for a bite.”
From bandit accountant to regent, from Yunzhou’s trade routes to the Golden Hall.
In this absurd world, a scholar’s brush can write a ledger, and with a single stroke, reshape the realm.
Every vote carries enthusiasm