When I transmigrated into the son of Cao Shuang, only three months remained until the Gaoping Tombs Incident.
Three months later, Sima Yi would launch a coup, force my father to surrender his military command, then execute my entire clan on charges of treason.
I knew how it would end, but no one believed me.
Cao Shuang didn’t believe me. He Yan didn’t believe me. Neither did the court officials, nor even the young Wei emperor.
They all thought Sima Yi was old, sick, and close to death.
Only I knew that the old man lying on his sickbed was waiting for the Cao clan to walk into their own grave.
If I couldn’t persuade my father, I would take away his hesitation.
If the ministers didn’t dare to choose sides, I would force them to.
If Sima Yi dared to swear an oath by the Luo River, then I would make the river run red with Sima blood first.
In this life, Gaoping Tombs would no longer be the funeral of Cao Wei.
It would be the Sima family’s death trap.
It's very beautiful and tells us we can never compromise.