On Dingsi in the fifth month of the seventh year of Huangchu, Emperor Wen of Wei Cao Pi died in Jiafu Hall in Luoyang.
Crown Prince Cao Rui ascended the throne in front of the deceased at the age of twenty-two. There are only a few words in the history books to remember this day: "Ding Si, the emperor, granted a general amnesty."
But what is not written in the history books is that Cao Rui, who was kneeling in front of the soul that day, had a soul from a thousand years later in his body.
Chen Rui, a graduate student in the history department, died suddenly after staying up late to watch the World Cup. When he woke up, he found himself kneeling in front of Cao Pi's coffin. He remembered everything about Cao Rui: he remembered that his mother, Zhen, had "long hair covering her face and her mouth was stuffed with chaff" when she was sentenced to death, he remembered the names of the four auxiliary ministers, he remembered Sima Yi's bottomless eyes, and he remembered that he would not live to be thirty-six years old.
He still remembered the cold words in the history books: "With the execution of Cao Shuang and others, the Wei clan has been wiped out."
But at this moment, he raised his head and saw Cao Zhen standing at the door of the palace holding his sword, the scar on his face shining in the afternoon light. Cao Xiu knelt behind, his thick eyebrows furrowed. Chen Qun lowered his head, his silver hair meticulous. And Sima Yi—the man who later launched the Gaoping Ling Incident and massacred all the Cao family members—had his eyes lowered, his posture as submissive as a sculpture.
Outside the palace gate, an urgent military report from 800 miles away was on the way: Sun Quan took advantage of the national mourning and personally led an army of 50,000 to besiege Jiangxia.
The people standing in the court did not know that the twenty-two-year-old young emperor in front of him was holding a history book with the ending written in his hand.
And what he has to do is change every page.
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