Transmigrated to the Invaders' Homeland

Feng You always thought that, although transmigrating had been a little difficult, her situation was perfectly ordinary. She started in a primeval forest. No problem, she could just treat it like being stranded on a deserted island. Two or three out of every ten transmigrators went through that. After the primeval forest, she encountered a group of people and helped them grow crops, weave cloth, and expand their population. Oh, so her transmigration was a development-building story. That was even more common: four or five out of every ten transmigrators focused on building a civilization. But it wasn't until much later that Feng You understood. Neither deserted-island survival nor a development-building story described her situation at all! She had transmigrated to a nation of invaders. The poor people here were all barbarians, who would periodically grab their bloody spiked clubs and raid the wealthy nations at will. Everything she did made the barbarians stronger, but it also meant more innocent people would bleed and groan beneath those spiked clubs. When she realized this, her eyes were bloodshot, and she couldn't sleep all night. And the puppy who was always by her side was a prince of the invader nation. Feng You suffered for three whole days and nights. In the end, she pulled the puppy in front of her and said, "I'll help you become king. In return, will you stop invading other countries?" The puppy knelt before her. "No. You become queen, and everything will be your decision." A slow-burn story with an old-school writing style. Theme: Daughters should be strong and self-reliant, even after transmigrating.