Logistics in the Age of Cold Weapons

Her birth mother was held hostage, her adoptive mother framed her. Shen Moli awoke from the icy pool, only to face a deadly marriage swap from which there was no escape. At the wedding hall, only an old tortoise stood in for the groom and received the bows; inside the secluded chambers, royal spies and bone-deep killing intent lurked everywhere. Everyone treated her like a blade of grass, yet she used granaries holding thousands of acres’ worth of grain as leverage, forcing the prince who had been lying low to rise from his sickbed and draw his sword by her side. From a deserted military settlement at Panlong Ridge to transporting grain along sheer cliffs on the snowy northern frontier; from short-selling grain firms in the cutthroat world of commerce to confronting the emperor with a sword in the Zijin Hall. With modern farming and business methods, she severed the noose around the necks of powerful vassals and carved out a path to the heavens that belonged to her alone in the rigidly hierarchical Great Yao.