The General’s Quiet Farm

Gu Lian woke in a girl’s body with dirt under her nails and a power path built for someone else. Her hands shook the first time she tried to guide inner strength through the wrong shape of body, and she hated that weakness more than he expected to. Still, he knew fields, storage rooms, and what a family needed to eat through winter. That knowledge kept him steady while the estate depended on every sack of grain and every repair in the wall. A borrowed handkerchief, a hidden seal box, and a bottle with one drop of Shen Yi’s blood kept drawing him into closer contact with the people around him. The one thing he had waited his whole life to use was the skill of reading a room the moment it fill...