On the eve of Western Liao's fall, thirteen-year-old Khitan boy Han Cheng awoke with the common knowledge of eight hundred years in the future in his mind. Others who transmigrated only wanted to survive. He opened his eyes and found himself caught up in a regime-changing upheaval: a Naiman prince consort had imprisoned the emperor, while Temujin sharpened his blade in the northern steppes. Before the country fell, he would claim these crumbling lands for himself. He would join forces as an equal with the future Mongol ruler who would sweep across Eurasia. This game was a gamble for eight years of respite. An alternate history with a hard-edged transmigration story.
I am a rare person who writes about Daliao. I support him a lot.