This is a transmigration novel blending historical fantasy, the romance of scholars, and a woman's perspective. Writing under the name Liuyu Yunlong, the author takes up the pen to give Zhuge Liang a happy ending spanning a thousand years.
Driven by an enduring fixation on Zhuge Liang's untimely death before he could fulfill his mission, the author unexpectedly transmigrates to the Three Kingdoms era and becomes Huang Yueying. Armed with memories of the future, she tries, with what little power she has, to rewrite the regrets recorded in history:
Let the rain at Shangfang Valley come a moment later, and watch Sima Yi's banners burn to ashes. Let the lamp at Wuzhang Plains keep burning, and hear the autumn wind bring news of victory from Chengdu. Let "the Han dynasty can still be restored" be more than a bitter lament, and become a shining chronicle on the walls of Chang'an.
But when she finally stands beside Zhuge Liang, she discovers that in the torrent of history, what is harder than defying fate is understanding the man who has been deified for a thousand years.
He can sit in silence before a map hanging alone in his command tent late at night. His brush can falter as he writes, "I am overcome with tears as I read this memorial." When no one is around, he can gently touch the late emperor's memorial tablet, choking on words he cannot utter.
On the day the Central Plains are reclaimed, his temples have turned white. Yet he places a Luoyang peony in her hair and says, "Yueying, let's go home."
This book is dedicated to everyone who has ever wept over the Memorial on Sending My Troops Forth, to every idealist who has imagined, "What if history could begin again?" and to those who regret things in reality yet still believe in the power of words.
"This is no history book. It is a love letter I wrote to the Chancellor,
with flowing feathers for ink and cloud dragons for my vow, promising him a Chang'an that came too late."
Dear Reader: Hello. When you open this story, you may be expecting to see a time-traveling heroine with unique skills and killing all over the world. She holds the system space in her hands and can turn the world upside down and change her life. If this is the case, then I must apologize to you in advance. Because in this novel, she had nothing for a long time. There is no portable space, no golden finger, no ability to predict the future, and no so-called "wisdom" to start changing one's destiny early. She is just an ordinary person who fell into a magnificent but also extremely heavy history. She came to an era when Zhuge Liang was still just a military advisor and general. At that time, he did not wear the crown of prime minister or hold the seal of Shu, but he already had the world in mind and his eyes were as bright as a torch. And I write about her not because she "can't", but because I "don't want to". I don't want her to interrupt the rhythm of his meditation with her "foreknowledge" that transcends time and space, and I don't want her to tamper with his prudent choices with the "witness" of modern people. I don't want her to deprive him of his calm layout and sharp edge in the direction of Fang Qiu in the name of love. I just want her to be by his side quietly. See how he calmly deduces mountains and rivers in troubled times; see how he shakes his feather fan gently and smiles at the beacon smoke; see how he walks from Wollongong to Wuzhangyuan step by step, knowing that he cannot do anything but doing it, and supporting the weight of an era with his character. I want to use her eyes to see Zhuge Liang like that again: not a perfect but cold statue on the altar, but a young man with warmth, breathing, bitterness and laughter, tiredness but never flinching. I also want to use her presence to accompany him on this road where we already know the ending. Not to change anything, but to understand - to understand his persistence, his loneliness, his ideals, and his persistence that he never regretted in his life. But that doesn't mean the story will always be quiet. When the wheel of history finally rolled over the pain of Jingzhou and the entrustment of the White Emperor, the moment when Zhuge Liang put on his armor and raised the flag of the Northern Expedition for the first time—— Her choice really begins. Those long-hidden modern wisdom, those carefully treasured knowledge of time and space, will be turned into sharp blades, into strong shields, and into sparks that illuminate the night road of Qishan Mountain at the most appropriate time. The reason why she was silent in the early stage was because she knew that premature intervention would interrupt his growth trajectory; and she finally chose to take action because she couldn't bear to see him carry the too heavy destiny alone. But remember: every reversal comes with a price. Every miracle implies separation. The closer the success of the Northern Expedition comes, the clearer the moment of her departure becomes. This may not be a "cool" story in the traditional sense. It is more like a silent watch, a restrained deep love, and a gentle game with destined fate. If you are willing to calm down and accompany such a forbearing heroine, watch how she made the most difficult choice in that period of known history, and watch how she left in exchange for the realization of Zhuge Liang's ideals—— Then I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for giving this story a chance to be seen, and thank you for being willing to accompany me—accompany us—through this journey that was as quiet as water in the early stage and as fiery as flames in the later stage. The horn of the Northern Expedition is about to sound, and her hidden light will eventually illuminate the fork in the road of history. Stay tuned. Sincerely, salute ——An author who wants to accompany Zhuge Liang through the years and is also willing to turn things around for him
The perspective is unique, and the heroine's heart is quite touching.
I like Wen Feng very much and look forward to the ending of Prime Minister