The realm was divided in three, and people spoke only of Cao and Liu.
They forgot that the Sun clan of Jiangdong had once ruled the southeast like a crouching tiger, controlling half the realm.
From Sun Jian drawing his blade in Xiapi and building his power with six hundred men, to Sun Ce sweeping across six commanderies and earning the name "Little Conqueror"; from Sun Quan holding off Cao Cao at Red Cliffs and ruling the southeast, to his growing suspicions in old age and the massacre of his former officials, then Sun Liang's deposition, Sun Xiu's early death, and Sun Hao setting cities ablaze.
Three generations, seven rulers, more than eighty years.
They rose from humble beginnings to become an imperial house, only to destroy their own legacy with their hands upon the throne.
This was neither Shu Han's benevolence nor Cao Wei's schemes.
This was how Jiangdong survived.
In an age of chaos, there are no good or bad people, only those who stand on this side of the river.
