The Phoenix Plays in the Mortal Realm

The number-one young master under heaven is my father. The second is my uncle. And the third? My master!

I leap to my feet and cry out in outrage: “What is this? Why are all the handsome, refined, brilliant men who excel in both letters and arms my relatives? How is anyone supposed to live like this? I finally transmigrated to a matriarchal world, and they’re all people I can only admire from afar!”

The martial world, the struggle for the throne, conspiracies: stop testing my brain cells! I just want to live an easy life!