The Kiln Fire Never Dies

My stepmother stole my secret formula and sold me off for a bride price. In my previous life, I died in a ruined kiln shed. Reborn, I presented her with a fake formula while hiding my real skills beneath the mud. On the day the kiln opened, a batch of fine-bodied white porcelain stunned the whole town. I rely on no princes or nobles, only these two hands. One by one, I’ll turn everyone who exploited me into bricks beneath my feet.