I transmigrated into the body of a princess sent away for a political marriage, and the moment I opened my eyes, I became an “inheritance”: the former khan was dead, and by custom, I was to be inherited by his younger brother.
The grasslands were desperately poor. People starved to death every winter, and the new khan looked at me as if I were a burden.
I smiled.
No harem schemes, no fighting for favor. I quietly set a pot on the fire...
Salt making, greenhouses, horseshoes, salt vouchers, trade alliances...
Three months later, the entire tribe was begging me to sell them salt.
A year later, neighboring tribes were scrambling to trade with me.
Three years later, the khan blocked my way, his eyes red:
“What else can’t you do?”
“You’re not planning to conquer me too, are you?”
I brushed the dust from my hands.
“Conquer you? I just want to survive. And while I’m at it, give these grasslands a new way to live.”
[Kingdom-building and farming + economic conquest + no harem intrigue or rivalry between women + one-on-one romance with a khan who falls hard]
The content is a bit unscientific, and it also has the traditional fault of repeatedly boasting about the heroine, but the style is not impetuous. Now I can't read that kind of particularly enjoyable writing. The more I read, the more I feel like I'm too useless in reality, so it's good to read this to relieve my boredom.
It's nice to read, but this book makes people feel very calm. A bit melancholy, personally