On My Wedding Night, I Saw the Ruins Three Hundred Years in the Future

On the eve of her wedding, the emperor summoned her alone, making an exception.

When Shen Huiwan received the decree, her hand did not tremble. Through the half-moon jade token, she had already met the seventh Keeper of the Scrolls from Nanshan Academy in the Heart-Questioning Pavilion in the western courtyard of the marquis's residence.

"At tomorrow's audience, his first question will concern your father's old grain-route case." Lu Shiheng pushed aside the counting rods and laid the emperor's killing move before her. "The accounts are clean, but in the third year there was a transfer order signed by a disciple of the Liu clan. The emperor has a copied document in his hands. He wants to find out how much you know."

Three hundred years later, the Great Jing dynasty would fall and its capital become ruins. Before his death, her teacher Han Yuzhi gave her the jade token and entrusted Lu Shiheng to the marquis's residence. "This woman has a great karmic bond with the academy. Protect her through the calamity of the third year of Qiyuan."

She entered the palace with three lines of strategy written on a slip of paper.

When the emperor tested her, she advanced by retreating and turned the accusation back on the Liu clan, claiming they had framed her. When the harem set a trap, she kept the evidence instead of reporting it, using it to trade her opponent for intelligence from the Ministry of War. When court officials impeached her, she used commendations for past military grain supplies to secure the right to investigate.

A jade token, a quiet chamber, and a man who could calculate three hundred years of fortune and disaster.

Shen Huiwan did not believe in fate. She believed only in every move she made herself.

"If the Great Jing is destined to fall three hundred years from now, then from the very first step I take into the palace, I must change its fate."