This is a 1v3 story with a female lead. Long live the heroine! If that’s not your thing, please don’t click!
Feng Wan opened her eyes to find herself the Winged Tiger Tribe’s young chieftain, who had fallen off a cliff.
The good news: she was alive, and had even gotten herself a pair of wings for free.
The bad news: the tribe was nearly out of food. Once winter came, even the wolves would dare block the valley entrance and taunt them.
Feng Wan sighed. First she planted rice, then made salt, and while she was at it, she laid a trade route from Wind Valley all the way to the Great Marsh Waterlands.
Salt bricks became harder than gold, and rice more precious than human lives. With her own two hands, she turned a dirt-poor little tribe into the richest kingdom on the entire continent.
Only when she ascended the throne did she belatedly realize that she hadn’t just built a kingdom. She’d also attracted three men.
Yi Yang was a blade, fighting alongside her from the bottom of the valley to the royal court.
Xuan Yuan was water, flowing from an unspeakable accident into the man who would become her husband.
Yan Chi was fire, a wild lion once forced into the mud, now a male consort who bowed his head to her alone.
Everyone said Feng Wan was the luckiest female on the continent.
Only she knew that every step had been carved out of blizzards and mortal danger.
Wherever the wind blows, there lies her kingdom.
And her harem is even harder to manage than the court…
