O Caminho de Ascensão na Mansão Vermelha
Um "Sonho da Câmara Vermelha" familiar, uma era estranha, e uma alma moderna a mais. Ao atravessar o tempo e tornar-se um parente do clã Lin, é preciso encarar de frente os perigos da corte e a decadê
Volume One
1.1 Salt Patrol Censorate Office
The seventh year of Jing’an in the Great Zhou Dynasty, Yangzhou.
It was the time of "late spring in March, when the southern riverside grasses grow long." As the warm spring sun gradually bathed the earth, the lingering snow, overly diligent in its duty, finally melted away. The green shoots, suppressed by the harsh winter for months, could no longer contain their eagerness and stealthily reclaimed their rightful domain.
In the city center stood an evidently worn government office, its only striking feature being the bright main gate facing south. It towered beside a wide, open street, flanked by two guards each wielding a water-and-fire baton, standing tall and proud, exuding an aura of valor.
Yet, despite this imposing presence, the gate was deserted, lacking even a single figure, somewhat spoiling the scene.
After all, who would come to such an office without purpose?
Thus, the courtyard remained quiet.
Inside the east side hall of the main courtyard, a modest banquet was already arranged: four simple dishes, a pot of aged wine, and two men—one old, one young—seated. Their conversation seemed too sensitive for servants to overhear, so none were present.
“Lord Lin, I truly cannot understand why you are so determined about matters concerning the Salt Patrol Censorate Office,” the elder said bitterly, downing his cup in one go. “The whole of Yangzhou knows you hail from a collateral branch of the Lin family of Suzhou.
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