The Empress Who Balanced the Ledger
Chapter 15 · free to read
Nineteen days of tea, twenty-two of gate-books, and one carefully imperfect forgery that would fail an audit in the fourth month — long after it had bought me the keys to his annex.
A mute laundry girl with a bundle is the most invisible object in an imperial palace. She walked that case past nine of Hao's men in a fortnight and not one of them ever saw a messenger.
Rod-numerals. The first arithmetic anybody teaches a merchant's daughter and the last thing a court official would stoop to read. She had watched me use them across a desk for four months.
She had been given a choice between what the whole palace could see and what one column of figures said. She had spent four months learning which of those two things had never lied to her.
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