The problem with being a time traveler, Wen Qing thought tiredly as she looked at the room’s equally tired and frustrated occupants, was that there was only so much foresight and memory to work off.

“So then,” Jiang Wanyin started, because someone had to, “who wants to explain how we ended up with a three-way-war between the Wen, Nie, and Jin, a minor clan coalition, and my sister married to Nie Huaisang?”

The problem with being one of eight time travelers was that there was not even that.