Ruan Zhao transmigrated into the Earl’s household as his niece. The moment she opened her eyes, she was in a woodshed, while her aunt was preparing to marry her off as a concubine to a vicious merchant.
She neither cried nor made a fuss, just quietly rolled over. In her previous life, she had been a mathematics PhD on the national strategy advisory team. Surely she could solve a little problem of survival in this life?
In three months, she used data models to turn a dilapidated embroidery workshop into a thriving business that brought in a fortune every day. Just as she planned to quietly amass wealth, an imperial edict summoned her to the palace.
The young emperor smiled as he made a move on the board. “Miss Ruan’s cotton forecasting model is exactly the same as my algorithm.”
A chill ran down Ruan Zhao’s back. Great, he had transmigrated too, and arrived three years before her.
Even more absurdly, her death in her previous life had been the price he paid to transmigrate into a book and change his fate.
From then on, the Great Sheng court had two unreasonable people. One governed with foresight, the other used mathematical models to foment rebellion. They fought over salt and iron, grain transport, and banking, taking on everything from business wars to political schemes, and neither would back down.
Until the emperor told her, “This world is fake. We’re all just pieces on a chessboard.”
Ruan Zhao smiled. “Then I won’t be a piece, or a player.”
“I’ll rewrite the rules.”
