There is no electricity, no paper, no medicine. Two moons hang above, salt blocks serve as money, and women are forbidden from entering the council hall.
The day she woke, her father was in prison, her older brother was gravely wounded, and the three great clans were sharpening their knives, waiting for the Jiang family to die out.
Everyone thought the fever had addled her brain. No one knew that it held thousands of years' worth of knowledge from another world.
A set of scales to establish fairness no one could cheat; a prescription to drag the entire clan back from the gates of death; a ledger to pry the old men right out of their seats in the council hall.
From clan leader to regent, from regent to ruler of all under heaven: technology was her bargaining chip, and strategy was her blade.
Years later, a ship carrying emissaries from Earth landed in Jiuyuan. In its hibernation pod lay another version of her.
It turned out she had never transmigrated by accident. She was a seed that had been planted.
