The candles in the Dune Palace went out.
Ying Zheng died, still burdened by an unfulfilled obsession.
Four hundred years later.
Baidicheng, Yong'an Palace.
On the third day after his father Liu Bei's death, Liu Shan, the sixteen-year-old ruler of Shu Han, slowly opened his eyes.
He looked at his hands, pale and slender.
He looked at the map on the wall, its mountains and rivers torn apart.
He heard someone outside address him as Your Majesty.
Ying Zheng gave a cold laugh.
“So I am not dead after all.”
The moment Chancellor Zhuge Liang entered, their eyes met.
The Crouching Dragon's gaze tightened ever so slightly.
“Your Majesty, you don't seem like yourself today.”
Two legendary figures of the ages had formally met in Baidicheng.
From that day on, the fate of the Three Kingdoms was completely rewritten.
It's not like the Three Kingdoms