In the fifth year of Jian'an, the armies faced off at Guandu. Last night, I was drinking and grilling skewers. When I opened my eyes, I had become Yuan Shao's third son. My second brother called me Third Brother, and a great army stood opposed outside the tent. I coughed twice in the cold wind, and they treated me like a critically ill patient. The battle hadn't even started, and my life was already hanging by a thread.
