The Lords All Want Me to Get Rich [Western Fantasy]

[Updates whenever inspiration strikes; I'll do my best to finish it]

The God of War of Dazhao, Pu Du, dies and is reborn in another world, only to find herself facing a poor, barren territory with nothing but four bare walls.

Pu Du: Looking utterly despairing.

Just as she sharpens her knives and prepares to remake the territory with sweeping reforms, she is told that she isn't the lord, but merely one of the territory's heirs.

Pu Du: Holding a certain green plant in her hand.

Later, after conquering new lands and braving countless hardships, Pu Du stands with a scepter in hand at the founding ceremony of the Saier Empire and modestly declares, "I owe my achievements to the generous lords who helped me along the way."

The crowd applauds, while the lords look absolutely livid.

Bah! Generous? They're a bunch of bandits!

When they spot the four clan chiefs who guard the empire's borders, the lords plead, "You have to get justice for us!!!"

And then,

The Elf King holds his bow and yields the vast lands behind him;

The Dragon King breathes a stream of dragonfire and presents the jewels in his arms;

The Dwarf King smiles faintly, then turns to hurry the soldiers behind him along as they transport weapons and armor;

The Beast King watches the handsome steeds gallop south and goes to sleep in peace.

The lords: ":)?"

At last,

The handsome guard standing beside Pu Du steps forward, slowly kneels, and takes her hand in his, his gaze devout.

"I will offer you my loyalty, forever.

My one and only sovereign."

And the object of my unrequited love.

Theme: Ideals are meant to be achieved. You must keep striving to succeed.