What? I transmigrated? And I transmigrated with my best friend? To a matriarchal kingdom, no less?
But I’m really not cut out for transmigration, okay? Going by all the usual transmigration tropes, first, I have no special skills. Second, I have no pocket dimension. Third, I can’t write poetry or compose songs. Fourth, I know nothing about history. Fifth, I have no medical skills. Sixth, I’m no special forces soldier. Seventh, I’m no lucky charm. Eighth, I’m not from the cultivation world. Ninth, my parents don’t have some high-risk occupation that would send them off to another world.
My parents are alive and well, and I have a happy family. I have no golden finger or System, and my family doesn’t have tens of billions lying around for me to stockpile supplies. I don’t fit a single one of those tropes. I’m just an ordinary college student. If I really transmigrated to ancient times, I probably wouldn’t even survive one episode, right? How could something like this happen to me? But by a twist of fate, the flower ornament my great-grandmother gave me activated a pocket dimension and brought us here. And the moment we transmigrated, we had to flee famine, with our husbands in tow? What is this...?
They say the queen of the Immortal Flower Kingdom has gone missing... Since I’ve already transmigrated to a matriarchal kingdom, I might as well become queen!
Giving myself a five-star review isn't too much of a reward, right? I've finished writing two novels: "Thunder Girl" and "Transmigrating into a Cat in the Legend of Zhen Huan." My wrists and necks are aching from all the typing. After a short rest, I feel like I'm back to normal, time to continue my literary journey!
I wanted to read a story about traveling to a matriarchal world with my best friend, and I found this one. The author writes really well! Keep updating, author! 👍👍