Siheyuan: Cao Cao Transmigrates into Silly Zhu

The Forty-Nine City, in a siheyuan.

Cao Cao woke up in bed, with the aroma of chicken soup wafting through the air.

Confused, Silly Zhu scratched his head. “Wasn’t I dead? Where am I?”

On the day he turned sixty-six, he had collapsed onto his sickbed in Luoyang.

But now that he had woken up, he found himself in a strange place.

“Host awakened,” a voice suddenly sounded in his mind. “Once it detects that the Host has completely changed his fate, the golden finger will awaken.”