I transmigrated into the body of Gongsun Zan's eldest legitimate son, only to open my eyes and find myself in a desperate situation after my father jumped from a tower.
The White Horse Volunteers fought to the death to cover our retreat, while Zhao Yun clasped his hands and asked me where we should go next.
Siding with Yuan Shao meant death. Siding with Zhang Yan meant death too.
I stared at Zhao Yun's face. I already had my answer.
