Du Ruowei only wanted to quietly inherit the medical clinic her father had left her. But her uncle was eyeing it greedily, her clansmen each had their own schemes, and even her seemingly loving aunt was plotting against her.
Just when she was at the end of her rope, a little bundle of joy with a cherubic face suddenly threw his arms around her.
"Mother!"
Du Ruowei: "???"
Her chastity cinnabar mark was still there. Where had this big son come from?
The little boy solemnly insisted that her future husband was Chu Mohan, the Great Yun war god.
But when she met Chu Mohan for the first time, he nearly chopped off her head.
Du Ruowei gritted her teeth.
Men couldn't be relied on.
Why not rely on herself?
She gathered followers and became clan leader. As a woman, Du Ruowei carved out a path to success in this feudal age.
The little boy Yun'er had somehow arrived from ten years in the future and tried his best to bring his parents together.
He helped his mother deal with the scheming women and his father fend off admirers.
After finally getting his parents together, though, something still felt wrong.
Had his father really been this much of a simp in his previous life?
