Chapter 2 · free to read
The tablet said the Ministry of Rites had erred. It did not say the Minister of Rites had lied, and everyone in the capital understood the difference.
She had used one line of that page at the Assembly. There were nine hundred lines on it.
Convoy nine of the seventh month, Pingyang to the capital. Recorded twice, forty days apart, in two different hands.
She was fifteen, unranked, unpaid and permitted to touch paper. It took her four days to understand that this was everything she needed.
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