I’ll Build a Harem as a Woman!

In the 1658th year of the Tianyan Calendar, the sixth year of Quan Heng, the five thousand troops of Fushimi, who should have crossed Gorge River to fulfill their duty to reinforce the front, suddenly turned their weapons around. They announced that they were accepting an inspection by the daimyo, Ruiyu Fengming, and marched the entire army to Jade Glow Mountain. Just as the low-ranking foot soldiers and bannermen were wondering what their lord had in mind, Miyagi Chiya, their lord, slowly drew the sword hanging at his waist. He raised it high above his head, its tip pointing skyward, then swung it down as if striking an enemy, pointing the blade straight at the Rain-Listening Temple, which was surrounded so tightly that nothing could get in or out. In a ringing voice, he declared, “The enemy is right there in Rain-Listening Temple!” And so the story begins…

P.S. Writing is like childbirth: when it goes smoothly, it's a natural birth; when the story goes off course halfway through, it's a miscarriage; when it's half-dead, it's a C-section; when you also have to endure people's insults, it's a difficult labor; and when it gets abandoned in the end, it's an abortion… At worst, this novel will be a difficult labor, but it won't be aborted…