I Never Follow the Usual Playbook

After being transported into a poor village in a chaotic age, Du Shanu, with all the able-bodied men already dead, is forced to take a husband.

Six men of unknown background and varying looks stand in a row before her:

a rough blacksmith with a lame leg, a gloomy and delicate scholar, a self-conscious mute with a disfigured face, a weak widower bringing a child, a puppy-like boy who sweetly calls her older sister, and...

the blind invalid who is too beautiful for his own good and always keeps his eyes lowered.

The village elder forces her to choose one to marry.

But Du Shanu sweeps her gaze over this lineup of "the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled" and says with absolute certainty:

"Why choose? I'll take all six."

In troubled times, one more mouth means one more hand, and one more person means one more road.

Seven bowls of wild vegetable porridge and a few broken straw mats become a precarious little "home."

Later, the blacksmith forges her first firearm, and the scholar writes the manifesto for her campaign.

The widower handles internal affairs with ease, and even the child who was once a burden becomes the youngest strategist under her command ten years later.

And that blind invalid who always seemed the most useless...

On a blood-red evening, he slowly kneels and raises those clear, lazy eyes, placing the imperial jade seal into Du Shanu's palm:

"Wife-master, back then you chose me, the 'blind man.'"

"Now, it's your turn to choose the world."

Choose?

Choose what?

Of course, she wants beauty and the world in one hand!