Long Xin was a poor native of the magical continent. She worked hard to earn a place at the most lucrative Imperial Academy, only to be chosen by a heartless System on the very day of enrollment and sent to the interstellar era to start from scratch as a wage worker.
After she hauled around mechs, diligently fought her way through the Royal Court, and helped her young boss reach the top, she was ready to retire and enjoy life. Then the System pulled another unforgivable stunt and sent her back to the magical continent.
Over those ten years, the fake Long Xin was expelled from the academy. Through sheer absurd luck and her natural talent for playing the field, she juggled several lovers,
kept all sides happy while playing the field, and balanced competing factions. By a series of unlikely coincidences, she defeated the other candidates, somehow became queen, and then happily faked her own death, leaving all the trouble for the real Long Xin, who'd been looking forward to retirement.
On her left was a mountain of paperwork, a kingdom on the brink of collapse, and ministers with hidden agendas.
On her right were love poems from the new pope, roses from a young duke, and a keepsake from a prince of a neighboring country.
Oh, and there was a naked knight commander in her bed, while the earl's younger son was already banging on the door outside.
Long Xin: ...?
System: Ahem, a little accident.
#Mature adults write their feelings on a forty-meter broadsword#
*Not traditional Western fantasy. An attempt at a feel-good power fantasy. The heroine is invincible and fights with a single slash, with countless unrequited admirers.
Theme: Those who plan ahead will succeed; those who don't will fail.