From the Start, I Bring Lü Zhi Meals, and We Secretly Make Gunpowder

From the Start, I Bring Food to Lü Zhi, and We Secretly Make Gunpowder

After transmigrating into the Chu camp, I became a lowly servant assigned to watch over Lü Zhi.

History says she was the ruthless Empress Lü,

but on a snowy night in a prison tent, I saw her sharpening a broken roof tile, her gaze bright as a blade.

When I took the bloodstained Lü family seal from a dying messenger,

she simply asked, “Can you get saltpeter, sulfur, and charcoal?”

It turned out she had long been plotting a thunderous strike from the depths of despair.

I found ingredients and tested formulas, lighting the first dangerous spark right under Fan Zeng’s nose;

she wove intelligence networks and laid secret lines, moving the pieces from her prison in the Chu camp while shaping the fate of Pengcheng from a thousand miles away.

While Xiang Yu was still showing off his strength by lifting a cauldron, and Han Xin was still enduring the humiliation of crawling between someone’s legs,

we already held the flame that would burn an era to the ground.

From a hostage prisoner in Chu to the founding empress,

from a food-serving servant to the master of Wenchang Pavilion,

we walked this road in silence and with resolve.

History is written by the victors

and this time, we don’t just want to win,

we want to rewrite every rule.

“Gunpowder is the means; the human heart is the battlefield.”

“She wants the world. I’ll give it to her.”