I'm Really Not a Strategist

My name is Gu Yuan, and I transmigrated here.

You might not believe this, but six years ago, I made a name for myself by plagiarizing poems. Then, in a moment of carelessness, I copied a treasonous poem, and the emperor sent me packing back to my hometown to farm with a single imperial decree.

Today, six years later, I am penniless, have accomplished nothing, and have just been dumped by my fiancée.

I thought my life was over.

Then, all of a sudden, seven words spread across the land: "He who gets Gu Yuan gets the realm."

And so the emperor wants to appoint me as Imperial Advisor, the nine princes are fighting to have me as their chief strategist, and the Hedong Military Governor has offered thirty thousand taels of gold, kneeling as he begs me to come out of retirement.

But I know that prophecy has absolutely nothing to do with me.

I know nothing about military strategy or political scheming. I spent six years farming, and even managed to farm my fiancée right out of my life.

Now the whole world is waiting for me to offer up a plan.

Me: I'm really not a strategist. I really don't understand political scheming.

Them: Sir, you're being modest again.

Me: ...

I just want to ask everyone: How can a slacker who only knows how to plagiarize poems convincingly play the peerless strategist everyone believes me to be?

Waiting for answers online. It's pretty urgent.

Anyway, a chancellor surnamed Cao just came to see me. He said he'd introduce me to his wife, all in exchange for a single strategy from me.

I'll go see if his wife is pretty first.