I Travel Through Time with a Perfume Bottle, Raising a Convict into a New Emperor

A gas pipe explosion reduced an apartment building to rubble. Of a family of four, Qiao Nian was the only one left…. “It’s okay. I still have their belongings….” Qiao Nian tried to comfort herself, never expecting that a moment of disorientation would send her back several hundred years to the Great Yuan Dynasty. The lords vie for supremacy, and wolves circle from every side. Beneath its glittering surface, the Great Yuan Dynasty has long since rotted from within. The Huo family, a century-old clan of the dynasty, has a rule: every clan head must be a born general and may not serve at court. Huo Zhi, eighth-generation head of the Huo family, is a Confucian general, handsome as a jade crown, with a wolf’s heart. Five years of drought leave the land barren for thousands of miles. Three years of snow disasters bring chaos and disease. The Great Yuan emperor sets his sights on the Huo family, the dynasty’s century-old storehouse of wealth and grain. Overnight, the family goes from powerful to imprisoned. How much grain could be saved by killing off one clan? The emperor of Great Yuan intends to slaughter an entire city! Poison is poured into every river and waterway, and the whole city is contaminated! With nowhere left to turn, Huo Zhi grits his teeth, sets up an altar, and prays for rain, begging the gods to send it! Qiao Nian, rinsing the family keepsakes, is stunned!! The water’s gone! The water’s gone!! All the water that went into the teapot is gone!!! Huo Zhi: So there really are gods watching over us. The teapot with its spout snapped off and scorched black as charcoal: That was me! (I’m the inconspicuous incense burner on the altar, and the teapot that pretended to be divine while pouring water….) With Qiao Nian backing them, the Huo family suddenly stands tall, surviving the calamity that threatened to wipe them out, the five-year drought, and more…. Huo Zhi, head of the Huo family: I offered myself to the gods to save the people of Anyang, and the crisis has now passed. Chang Yuan has come as promised. May the gods show us mercy.