I transmigrated into the body of a wanted weapons offender during the Kangxi reign.
I opened my eyes aboard a gunpowder ship, with Qing soldiers searching the vessel.
A bronze booklet had appeared in my arms.
It could sense every piece of iron and even predict the movements of those pursuing me.
I thought that was my only trump card.
Until the booklet told me that Prince Kang, the man who had put a bounty on my head,
also possessed an iron core of the same origin.
After escaping Tongzhou, I found the blueprints my father had left behind:
The iron core was divided into three pieces, scattered along the Grand Canal.
Whoever gathered all three could reopen the mines and control the lifeblood of the military industry.
The imperial court set up checkpoints, the grain-transport guild ambushed me, and a mysterious force was always one step ahead in the shadows.
The clues my father left behind had been altered layer by layer.
Who among those beside me was truly helping, and who was waiting to lure me into a trap?
Prince Kang wanted the iron core.
The canal transport office wanted me dead.
But the words appearing in the bronze booklet made me wonder: perhaps they were fighting over more than just the iron core.
Before he disappeared, my father left me one message:
“Once you find the third piece, you'll know why I let you live.”
The Grand Canal stretches a thousand miles, with death waiting every few steps.
Everyone who comes after me meets the same end.
But on the last page of the bronze booklet, there was still one line I hadn't dared to read.
