In the third year of Zhangwu, Liu Bei entrusted his orphan to others at Baidi City. On his deathbed, he left his final words. The ministers stared like knives at the trembling sixteen-year-old boy. Everyone knew Shu Han would fall into the hands of this hopeless A Dou.
Then a golden light exploded in his mind.
Liu Bang sent red packets in the group, Liu Che taught him how to rule with an iron fist, and Liu Xiu personally passed on the art of imperial statecraft. The three ancestors talked over one another, all to turn a good-for-nothing into a wise ruler.
Liu Shan thought he'd been cast as a ruler who would merely preserve the realm, until Di Jun joined the chat and tossed the Solar Scripture right at him. Spiritual qi revival swept the land, and gods and demons ran rampant. Wei brought demonic forces to its invasion, while Jiangdong allied with the gods to lay a Heaven-Severing Formation.
"Don't panic, grandson. I had it worse than you did back in my day." That was Liu Bang.
"Fei Yi is a tough one. Put the screws to him." That was Liu Che.
"The Imperial Flame has yet to burn, but its seed is already planted." That was Di Jun.
Setting out from Baidi City, Liu Shan had his father's coffin behind him and the Three Kingdoms' chessboard before him. Meanwhile, the ancestors in the chat group used red packets and missions to push him, step by step, toward the highest imperial throne in all the heavens.
I'll restore the Han first. And while I'm at it, I'll build the Heavenly Court too.
