The Tyrannical Grass Queen

I didn’t transmigrate. I’m a bona fide prince in a bona fide matriarchal world! I’m not fickle. I’m a truly amorous, heartless woman! Got a problem with that? I’m the emperor’s own younger sister, a prince with power in my hands. Who dares object? Revenge? I studied under the world’s foremost master, the carefree Old Man. My martial arts are peerless. Who dares take revenge on me? As for those who secretly curse me, heh, let them. I’ve done plenty of terrible things, so I’m used to being cursed! But whatever you do, don’t let me hear you. Otherwise, I’ll skin you, break your bones, and pull out your tendons! Let’s see if you dare curse me where I can hear it! Domineering? Me? I just take whatever catches my eye and appeals to me! Amorous? Me? I just fall for everyone I meet and love them all! Cruel? That’s an even bigger joke! There are plenty of people in my manor’s dungeon, and every last one of them is alive! A secret map in the royal collection, a legend about a peerless treasure, exotic customs from one foreign people after another, and ruthless schemes to win over several handsome men: with the imperial court and the martial world coexisting, and adventure and thrills at every turn, an alluring journey through another world is about to begin. … Synopsis of I’d Gladly Marry a Bun (a bonus story in the Queen of the Brash series): After her mother’s schemes forced her to flee in the dead of night, she was a little disheveled but still proud and carefree. She had left in such a hurry, though, that she discovered she had little more than a few taels of silver, a jade pendant proving her identity, a bracelet from her father, and a dagger for self-defense. It was all rather miserable. Still, being broke didn’t bother her much. It was just her stomach… Ah, she was so hungry! “Steamed buns for sale! Big, fragrant steamed buns…” A burly build, an unusual stature, an overly rugged face, and a low, hoarse voice. A man like that wasn’t exactly easy on the eyes in a matriarchal world. But the white buns in front of him were so tempting that they made the man seem adorable, too. This is a serious story with both sorrow and joy, told in a lighthearted style, but with touches of sadness, clichéd misunderstandings, stubborn determination, discordant conflicts, and glimpses of the darkness in human nature. It also holds an illusory love that people long for. This is the reality Shuicao wants to express, while also hoping readers will find something more in it. My writing is limited, but the ways to experience it are endless. If you enjoy it, please show your support. Shuicao thanks you in advance.