A car accident plunged his modern soul into silence on a hospital bed.
When he awoke, his consciousness trembled in the deep palace of Shu Han, a thousand years in the past.
He had become Liu Shan, the A Dou of history, mocked as a ruler who was beyond saving.
Before him, the skies of Ji Han were dark and uncertain, with danger lurking everywhere.
To retreat meant plunging into an abyss, with the nation destroyed and his family lost. To advance meant entering a dragon’s lair and tiger’s den, with death all but certain.
If that was the choice, then... he would not retreat!
His modern way of thinking was his only spark. His imperial status was his sharpest weapon. He would endure hardship and lie low in the depths, secretly weaving an invisible web: the Imperial City Bureau. He would hear thunder in the silence and plot a dragon’s game through the thick fog.
At court, he chatted and laughed, keeping his true intentions hidden. In the palace, he saw through everything and manipulated events from behind the scenes. Consolidating power, reorganizing the army, enriching the nation, rooting out traitors... With schemes and an iron fist beyond his era, he would forcibly steer this crumbling dynasty onto an entirely different course, one step at a time!
Until one day, he and the wise chancellor revered through the ages stood at opposite ends of an ideological precipice.
“Imperial Father, your way cannot save Han.”
“Your Majesty, the road you walk is no longer the road of the Han!”
Loyalty and betrayal, ideals and reality, collided with a thunderous crash! The people he trusted most would ultimately take up arms against him. This contest between ruler and subject, with the world as its chessboard, came to an end in the most heroic and brutal way.
When the final veil of mist lifted, he was alone upon the cold imperial throne.
Looking down upon the shattered land, he drew his sword and pointed it north.
This time, he wanted more than Cao Wei and Eastern Wu.
He wanted the entire war-torn realm.
With the historian’s brush as hard as iron, how would this unification of the realm, born in the shadows, be recorded?
