When ideals shine into a world in chaos, and loyalty collides with imperial power, who is the real villain?
Ma Chenggong, a history student who stayed up all night gaming, wakes to find himself as Cao Cao, wanted for the failed assassination of Dong Zhuo! The bloodshed and despair of a world in chaos shatter his modern worldview in an instant. He crawls out from a pile of corpses, wounded by an arrow and plagued by confused memories. Is he Ma Chenggong? Cao Cao? Or a fusion of the two?
Armed with modern idealism and a foreknowledge of history, Cao Cao as Ma Chenggong is forced to set out on a journey. He witnesses the horror of families eating their own children and vows to restore the Han and execute the traitors! He recruits renowned warriors of the age, including Dian Wei, Zhao Yun, and Zhang Liao, and gains the support of strategists such as Chen Gong, Xun Yu, Jia Xu, Pang Tong, and Zhuge Liang. With military discipline and vision far beyond his time, he builds an iron army, secretly researches gunpowder and distilled alcohol, and promotes the tuntian farming system, hoping to change history's cruel course through his own efforts.
Beautiful women at his side are also a test: the dignified and steady first wife Ding Yao, the alluring Bian Yu, the pure and gentle physician Chen Jing, and the mysterious, clever Diao Chan... Tender affection and desire intertwine, while family and ambition coexist. There are also Zou Shi, a married beauty; Cai Wenji, a talented woman; Zhen Mi, whose beauty could topple kingdoms; and the sisterly pair of Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao. The beauties of this chaotic age each have their own radiance...
Yet the wheels of history are crushingly heavy. The warlords each harbor their own schemes, while undercurrents swirl around imperial power.
Cao Cao's elegy for the dying Han, a transmigrator's epic woven from heroism and sorrow. Watch modern thinking collide with ancient political intrigue, and ideals of loyalty clash with the cold machinery of imperial power. Which way will history's scales finally tip?
It's all adjectives and endless. Is this kind of writing meant for ghosts to read??