I Took a Cushy Civil Official Job, but Cao Cao Sent Me to War

“With fervor, our hearts run wild, as vast as mountains and seas. How shall we set our ambitions in stone? Only Du Kang can tell...”

What?! Cao Cao got his own poem wrong? Better to die than suffer this humiliation. If I don’t point it out in front of everyone, I’ll be disgracing the cultural savvy of a liberal arts graduate from a top university!

Who said the late Han dynasty was an easy workplace where you could slack off on slow trains without internet? I nearly got fooled by those historically clueless TV dramas. I never expected even a low-ranking clerk in Zhong Yao’s residence to be this competitive.

Maybe I should focus on being Empress Fu’s palace eunuch and take it easy in the Han court. But I didn’t expect the palace power struggles to be even crueler and more cutthroat.

I just wanted to discuss literature with Cao Cao. I never meant to kill him, so how did I end up on the plot to assassinate Cao Cao’s side?

Forget it. I’d better head off to war. A general in the field doesn’t have to obey every order from his sovereign...