I'm Sun Lang, Sun Ce's concubine who can't get on the stage.
While my brothers and fathers were busy fighting for world supremacy, I was busy building my "dirty work team" in the shadow of Jiangdong: fanning the flames and spreading rumors, and stealing and kidnapping talents. They laughed at me for being a loser addicted to drinking and sex, and I laughed at them for not understanding that in troubled times, the benevolence and righteousness on the surface are just a fig leaf, while the calculations under the surface are the real weapons.
Zhou Yu was on guard against me, Sun Quan wanted to use me, and Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao thought I was an interesting protégé.
Until Sun Ce died suddenly, Jiangdong was left without a master. My second brother who was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai suddenly discovered that the city defense had been replaced by my people, the granary was engraved with my seal, and even the wind blowing by his pillow came from my "fanning camp."
In the firelight of Red Cliff, Zhuge Liang was calculating the sky and Zhou Yu was setting up the battle formation.
And I was planning: how to kidnap Cao Cao's advisers back, how to get Liu Bei's fierce generals to "voluntarily" change jobs, and how to steal all the loot as soon as possible after the war.
This is a story about how "shamelessness" defeats "orthodoxy".
While the heroes were still playing chess on the chessboard, I, the gangster who had overturned the chessboard, had already put everyone in a sack with a smile.
One day, people all over the world will point to the history books and curse:
"The most despicable guy, why did he unify the Three Kingdoms?"
