Uncle, Please Save the Han Dynasty

I woke up in the body of Liu Yu of the Three Kingdoms era. As a true-blooded imperial uncle of the Han dynasty, the people's favorite at the end of the Han, unanimously chosen by the warlords, and the one genuine decent man in this chaotic age, I will never forget the sight of Emperor Xian trembling as Dong Zhuo forced him onto the throne. At that very moment, I swore to myself that, as a warlord, I would win it all. The emperor is right before me now. This may be the only chance I get in my life. The Han Empire may have owed its former dominance to someone other than Emperor Xian, but restoring the glory of the Han is our duty!

But... is this really the Three Kingdoms I know? The heavenly... heavenly maiden, less than 1.4 meters tall, with a pair of faint dimples on her face and long lashes that seem to shed a few tears every time she blinks, clutches Liu Yu's arm and whispers, "Imperial Uncle, save me."