The moment the blade came down, I thought I was done for.
Just a second earlier, I’d been crying in my rented apartment in front of the TV. At Autumn Winds Sweep Across Wuzhang Plains, Zhuge Liang had coughed up blood and died, while countless comments flooded the screen: “Take care, Chancellor.” Through my tears, I typed: “If I could go back to the Three Kingdoms, I’d save him.”
The next second, a white light exploded, and I was dragged into the screen.
When I opened my eyes again, I was kneeling at an execution ground, and the executioner’s blade was already coming down.
A deserter’s identity, a prisoner’s cangue, wanted posters all over the city. Li Yan wanted to silence me, and the pursuers were hot on my heels.
And me? I had no money, no weapons, and couldn’t even remember the name of the body I was in.
But my head was full of the entire Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
I knew Jieting would fall, that the Empty Fort Strategy was a desperate gamble, and that the rain at Shangfang Valley would extinguish Shu Han’s last hope.
More than that, I knew Zhuge Liang had less than three years to live.
Pursuers’ torches lit up the night sky. Clutching a dagger snatched from a jailer, I sprinted into the darkness.
Behind me were Shu Han’s blades. Ahead lay an unknown road.
And what I had to do was survive long enough to meet Zhuge Liang, then...
Defy fate and change his destiny.
I am also willing to save the Prime Minister with my life.