Synopsis
A little white-collar worker misses a step and dies? No, she transmigrates, that’s right! What kind of era is it, and what’s her status?
The era is easy to explain: it’s a time of chaos. Her status is harder to pin down. Some say she’s a princess, others call her a beggar, a bandit, a con artist, a thug, and so on. So what is she really?
The white-collar worker says, “Who cares what my status is? I’m me, and I make the rules in my mountains!”
Born in troubled times, her ultimate goal is to find a place to settle, have enough to eat and wear, and own a small plot of land.
Pacifying the realm, securing the nation, surrounding himself with beautiful women, and claiming all the mountains and rivers under Heaven: that’s the inevitable path of a certain nobleman.
She takes life as it comes, utterly ordinary, yet amid the chaos of troubled times, she blazes a path that proves a woman can be every bit as formidable as a man.
He is decisive and ruthless, a dragon among men, destined to embrace the whole realm and look down on the masses.
[The Little Thief Arc]
A little thief steals a certain young nobleman’s life-saving ginseng, only to be caught red-handed. She rolls her almond-shaped eyes. “My lord, the autumn air is dry, so be careful not to get overheated. Too much tonic can give you a nosebleed. I threw it away for you, so there’s no need to thank me!”
The little thief is lifted by the collar. The young nobleman narrows his eyes. “I’m not the one with a nosebleed, am I?”
“Ah…” She looks at the young nobleman, whose chest is bare. Tsk, what a figure… those eight-pack abs… The female thief rubs her nose and curses under her breath. Damn, why is this wall so high? I’ve fallen and made my nose bleed!
Looking at the tiny, ugly thief, the young nobleman sneers. “You think you can set your sights on me?”
“Ah…”
The female thief is tossed over the wall and gets injured: external injuries!
[The Bandit Arc]
The bandit chief is making her rounds in the mountains when she discovers someone has taken over her territory. This will not do! She tries to drive him away, thrusting with her spear and slashing with her sword, but neither works. Stamping her foot, she yells, “You bastard! This is my territory! Get out, now!”
The young nobleman raises an eyebrow. “You’re a little young to be calling yourself Grandma. And as for ‘Mom,’ my son can say that just fine. You don’t need to emphasize it!”
The bandit chief stamps her foot again. “Pah, pah! I’m your ancestor! And what does your son have to do with me? Get out!”
The young nobleman arches an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want me to ‘get out’?”
“Pah! I mean, I want you to…” Before the bandit chief can finish, she cries out, “Ah…” The one rolling is not the young nobleman. It’s the bandit chief, rolling away with him.
“Want to keep rolling?” the young nobleman asks, pinning the bandit chief beneath him.
The bandit chief faints!
The bandit chief is nearly squashed flat: internal injuries!
[The Farming Arc]
Autumn has come, laden with fruit and the fragrance of melons, the rice fields golden and the harvest bountiful. A certain landowner rolls up her sleeves, grabs a knife, and gets to work herself.
The autumn wind brings news from afar, cold as frost and ice!
Her maid cries out in a panic, “Miss, that young nobleman is getting married!”
The landowner’s daughter turns around, her face calm. “What do I care if he’s getting married?”
The maid stamps her foot. “Miss, didn’t you say he was so handsome you were going to keep him?”
The landowner’s daughter chuckles. “You took a joke seriously?”
“Ah…” The maid is dumbfounded. “Miss…”
The landowner’s daughter says unconcernedly, “The men who want to marry me are lined up for dozens of miles. I’m not stupid. It’s harvest time, and winter is coming, so it’s the perfect time to get married. Come on, let’s go choose a husband!”
“Ah…” The maid cries out again.
The landowner’s daughter turns and faces the wind, as if her heart has been broken and carried away!
[The Ending]
When the ordinary meets the extraordinary, a dazzling, brilliant love story is destined to unfold.
They meet, and every heart-stirring twist and turn leads them toward the most beautiful kind of ordinary life.