I Transmigrated to Ancient Times with My Little Ones and Took the Entire Dynasty by Storm

Your in-laws beat and berate you? No problem, I’ll split from the family and raise my little ones on my own. War has sent refugees flooding everywhere? No problem, I’ll just find a powerful patron.

One day, one of the little ones asks:

“Mom, when are you going to find us a dad?”

The woman’s lips curl into a faint smile.

“No. Your mother doesn’t need that sort of creature. Men are nothing but a burden to us. That powerful spatial realm is all the husband I need.”

She thinks to herself that she’ll rely on her children to care for her when she’s old. What’s a man, anyway? She doesn’t need one.