In the third year of Jingchu, Luoyang.
Eight-year-old Cao Fang opened her eyes. Emperor Wei Ming on the dragon bed was breathing his last breath. Outside the palace, Sima Yi was rushing to receive the imperial edict in the wind and snow of Liaodong.
He knows what will happen in ten years.
On the first day of Gaopingling, Cao Shuang put down his sword, Sima Yi stepped across Luoshui, and Cao Wei was only an empty shell from now on. As an emperor, he would witness the change of ownership at the age of fifteen, be deposed at the age of nineteen, and be trapped in a palace for the rest of his life.
But he is just an ordinary acting student. He can't make gunpowder, he can't make steel, and he has no system. All he really knows is acting.
Therefore, in front of Cao Shuang, he was a timid young master who relied on his clan; in front of Sima Yi, he was an ignorant child who feared the elders; in the eyes of the Manchu officials, he was an ordinary scholar with a weak temperament and never refused to say a word.
Everyone is waiting for him to grow up.
No one knows, he is waiting too.
Wait for Cao Shuang to reveal his flaws, wait for Sima Yi to walk onto the Luoshui Floating Bridge, wait for the coup that should have buried Cao Wei to come.
This time, I will decide who will be buried in Gaoping Mausoleum.
