Reborn as a Deposed Prince, I Use Industry to Save Great Qian

When Shen Yanzhi transmigrated into the body of the Third Prince of Great Qian, he was crouched in the imperial prison, waiting to die.

Outside, the Northern Di cavalry threatened the border. Inside, eunuchs wielded power and warlords carved up the land. The imperial treasury couldn't even pay the troops.

In his previous life, he worked with materials and machinery. In this life, he decided not to fight for the throne just yet. First, he had to stay alive. Starting in the bitterly cold border town of Hanzhou, he smelted the first batch of coke, sounded the first steam whistle, forged cannons powerful enough to shatter city walls, and laid telegraph lines across the provinces. Conservative ministers called his inventions frivolous tricks, until the Northern Di curved blades crashed against his ranks of flintlock rifles. By the time the court came to its senses, the border town had already grown into a monstrous beast that devoured gold and belched iron.

Shen Yanzhi wiped the coal dust from his hands. "The throne can wait. If the country falls, sitting on it will only get me killed." He had never wanted a dragon throne. What he wanted was a country that would never fall again.