[Starting as a noble concubine, but you want me to fight in the palace? Impossible!
Lizhan, the last queen of the interstellar dragon clan, woke up and was bound by a broken system.
Cannon fodder? What is that? Can it be eaten?
Her only belief in dragon life is: eat, sleep, and give birth to babies!
Everywhere she goes, there is her preferred genetic pool.
World 1: Dressed as a concubine in the cold palace, the emperor wants to use me as a shield?
With a backhand, he gave birth to a genius cub for his arch-enemy general, and then he ran away with the ball and helped the cub get into position!
World 2: Dressed as an abandoned ex-wife, the scumbag wants me to get clean and leave the house?
He turned around and found big bosses from all walks of life. He was happy to have quintuplets and built a business empire. The scumbag begged to get back together? Close the door and let go!
World 3: Dressed as a little orphan girl in the wasteland, everyone wants to step on her?
Awaken your bloodline, become the strongest lord, and build the only paradise in the apocalypse.
Lizhan raised children and started a career in every world, and lived a prosperous life.
It's just... Why are these cubs and their fathers catching up with each and every one of them?
The most powerful marshal/chief tycoon/god of war of doomsday cornered her: "Honey, you've already given birth to a baby, when will you give me a title?"
Lizhan raised his eyebrows lazily: "Want to be the royal wife? First, line up and get your number."
