Transmigrated into the body of an exile, she nearly had her eye gouged out by her half-sister from the start. She snatched the knife back and beat the woman into a swollen-faced mess.
Luckily, the emergency supply depot she managed in the western region in her previous life came with her: crates of antibiotics, tons of ration biscuits, and all the rebar, cement, and hydraulic cutters she could need.
The crippled prince she picked up by the roadside pulled out a jade pendant carved with a dragon. “I am the Seventh Prince. Want to work together?”
Shen Wenwei smiled. What a coincidence, she had a grudge against the Crown Prince too.
Then they would start with the desolate city and fight their way back to the capital.
