The Empress Who Balanced the Ledger
Chapter 6 · free to read
I could not read ten thousand tallies in a moon. So I stopped trying to read them all. A liar who forges in a hurry leaves the same fingerprints on every lie — you only have to know where to press.
Real harvests end in every digit under heaven. Hao's forgers, hurrying, loved the round and the clean. Count the last digits, and the lies raise their own hands.
By the ninth night my own numbers had begun to fight each other. One clerk's samples always ran clean where mine ran crooked. Someone at my own table was sanding the fingerprints off Hao's lies.
Shen kept watch on the minister's door for three nights. On the third, a figure slipped in — and out of Hao's own mouth came a number that had never left my room but by one throat.
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