Return to the Wei Court: Mengde Reborn
The flames consuming the Bronze Sparrow Terrace in the twenty-fifth year of Jian’an failed to burn away Cao Cao’s ambition.
This warlord, who loved beautiful women even more than he loved stirring up the world, closed his eyes with the same arrogant conviction that he would rather betray the world than let the world betray him, and with his unfulfilled ambitions weighing on him. When he opened them again, he had become his own unremarkable son, Cao Biao.
The historical infamy of being branded a “treacherous hero” still haunted him, Sima Yi’s wolfish ambition was already showing, and the Cao Wei realm he had built with his own hands was steadily sliding toward ruin.
This time, he concealed his suspicions and claws, playing the part of an “idle prince” under the watchful eye of that old fox Sima Yi.
But no one knew that this young body held a soul tempered by a thousand years of infamy.
He used modern knowledge to improve trebuchets, bringing “precision strikes” to the age of cold weapons.
He taught refugees to weave moisture-resistant hemp cloth, quietly winning hearts with economic principles.
Looking at Cao Biao’s face in the bronze mirror, he smiled. “That old fox Sima, the one I failed to kill back then, I’ll take my time playing with you in this life.”
But when he protected a woman who looked so much like the Wang clan woman, and saw the jade pendant in her child’s hand, he suddenly understood:
Perhaps, compared with the empty title of “Emperor Wu of Wei,” protecting a single light in this chaotic age was the truest way not to betray the world.
Think this is a power fantasy about a warlord getting revenge? It’s the story of an old fox using a modern playbook to retrace the Three Kingdoms era, while rewriting his own infamous legacy along the way.
