The Kiln Fire Never Dies

Shen Ci opened her eyes to a sea of flames. She was eight years old.

Beneath her lay her mother's corpse, and behind her, the roof beams had collapsed.

She couldn't remember the original owner's past. She only knew one thing: someone had deliberately set this fire.

No golden finger, no System. All she had was the mind of someone who had lived twenty-six years in the modern world.

Her four older brothers doted on her: “Anyone who so much as touches a hair on our little sister's head will have their kiln torn down.”

Her three older sisters shielded her: “With us here, no one will ever bully you.”

Her stepmother smiled tenderly. “The poor child was frightened out of her wits by the fire. I'll take care of her from now on.”

Shen Ci smiled, too.

She lowered her eyes to the charred shard of porcelain in her hand, the thing her mother had clutched in her palm before she died.

The glaze was wrong. The temperature was wrong. The formula... was even more wrong.

Who killed her mother?

Who wanted to destroy the Shen family's kiln?

She would investigate every last detail.

Then she would make Shen porcelain sell across the world.