I transmigrate to the end of the Qin dynasty and become Yu Ziqi, Xiang Yu's cousin and Yu Ji's older brother.
Even crazier, I freaking know history.
Xiang Yu will win the Battle of Julu. He will win the Battle of Pengcheng. At the Feast at Hong Gate, he will let Liu Bang go. At the Wu River, he will take his own life.
I know every damn thing.
The problem is, I'm one of Xiang Yu's men.
I know Emperor Yi of Chu will try to take Xiang Yu's military command and die at his hands. I know Fan Zeng will leave, and Liu Bang will be the ultimate victor. I know that when Xiang Yu is surrounded at Gaixia and the Song of Chu is heard on all sides, only twenty-eight cavalrymen will remain by his side.
And still, I choose to follow him.
It's not stupidity. It's a gamble.
A gamble that this age still has room for change, that knowing the future means I can do more than watch. I can change it.
Even if the ending has already been written, I'll turn the tide with my own hands.
