(This isn't a conventional Three Kingdoms novel. Consider yourself warned... If it goes beyond your understanding, don't look too deeply into it...)
In the twelfth year of the Jianxing era, autumn winds swept across Wuzhang Plains. The feather fan slipped from the hand of Zhuge Liang, chancellor of Shu Han.
A vast power vacuum and the crisis facing the empire descended upon the young ruler, Liu Shan.
Yet in the depths of the palace, the eyes of the Shu Han emperor, mocked by the world as “the son who could never be helped,” shone with a light no one had ever seen before. The veil of ten years of patience had finally lifted.
He was no longer a young ruler sheltered beneath his father's wings. He was an emperor who had lain in wait, ready at last to break free of his cocoon.
Relying on trusted allies and suppressing powerful ministers, he quietly set in motion a game of chess that would remake the world, through actions that seemed absurd.
Just as everyone believed Shu Han was setting with the sun, Liu Shan took a step forward and declared the true beginning of his era. He vowed to stir the currents of the world in his own way and write a new legend of the Three Kingdoms.
“Prime Minister, you've gone... Now it's my turn to take the stage.”
