One second, my brother and I were facing each other in court over our inheritance. The next, we'd both transmigrated to the end of the Han dynasty as a pair of wandering brothers.
My brother, a ruthless business-world elite, gazed toward Luoyang and said, “I'd rather betray the world than let the world betray me.”
Me, a financial trader skilled in calculation, looked at the half a flatbread in my hand and said, “I won't let the world betray me.”
We swore a blood oath and raised our first army amid the Yellow Turban Rebellion. We invented new-style saddles, the Pythagorean theorem, and even a primitive stock exchange.
The warlords laughed at us as country bumpkins, until my brother and I joined forces, took three passes in a single day, and struck fear into the whole realm.
Everyone thought we were the picture of brotherly love. In truth, every night we plotted how to legally kill each other.
Because there was only one throne, and we both wanted it.
Chapter 20 Just kill me