The Female Emperor's Handbook: Three Kingdoms

[My next story with a similar theme is *[Three Kingdoms] Stone Longevity*, featuring Guo Jia as the male lead.] · She sleeps for two thousand years. When she looks up, the sky is clear in the third year of Jian Ning. When she looks down, a maid is holding her in her arms. Qin Chu: “Huh?” Old tales from Luoyang: A daughter was born into the Fu family amid a sky full of rosy light, with dragons and phoenixes circling overhead. She was born with green eyes, extraordinary courage, and an unusual bearing. She seemed like no ordinary person. Qin Chu: “That’s right.” Heroes emerge in troubled times. I insist on walking the world as a woman. From the first day she grips a sword, the world is no longer what it was. The tracks of history begin to veer off course; the currents of the age surge into life. A butterfly flaps its wings, and all creation trembles. I’ll make this other possibility for the world come true. · I am a noblewoman, cherished by my parents and famous from the moment I was born. I come from the future, with the script in my hands, and can choose the talent I want to recruit. I cannot die. Pain barely registers for me. I can create an unlimited supply of goods out of thin air, and solve every problem. ...Could I be the heroine of some kind of Mary Sue novel? She thought it over. “In that case, could I make sure everyone under heaven has enough to eat and warm clothes to wear?” System: “If you become emperor.” A Chu: “That could work.” A friendly reminder: This is a Mary Sue story, written to indulge my own tastes. The setting blends official history, unofficial history, historical romances, and more, and may not match the facts. My abilities are limited, so there may be flaws. Please read it as historical fantasy. Coming soon: *[Three Kingdoms] Stone Longevity*: - Yuan Qi was twenty-six and had spent twenty years bedridden. Her greatest wish in life was for assisted death to be legal. After waiting all those years, she finally died in her hospital bed. But when she opened her eyes again, it was the end of the Han dynasty, in the year 191. A small river ran in front of her. Yuan Qi bent down to look, and the girl reflected in the water was radiant and healthy. She blinked. A bloated corpse drifted downstream, and the dirty water churned with blood. She stepped back, eyes wide. - In the second year of Chuping, Emperor Xian was under Dong Zhuo’s control, and the realm stood on the brink of chaos. Illness had worn away Yuan Qi’s ambition. Even after transmigrating into this age of smoke and war, she had no desire to achieve great things. She didn’t want to live, but she wasn’t particularly eager to die against her will, either. Guo Jia was the first person she met in this era. He was frail, always carrying a wine flask, and often left his hair untied. He wandered aimlessly outside her father’s tent, and at night he would brave the cold to look at the stars. When he caught a chill, he coughed up a great deal of blood. Guo Jia said, “In times of chaos, ordinary people can’t decide whether they live or die. If I can die by my own hand, I’m already very fortunate.” At first, Yuan Qi envied him. Later, she realized that Guo Jia actually wanted to live a few more years. Like a bystander, she watched him work himself to the bone and run around everywhere, his health growing weaker by the day until he finally took to his bed and never recovered. Yuan Qi crouched beside him and heard him ask softly: “A Qi, do you still mean to die?” Yuan Qi said, “I don’t know.” - In the second year of Chuping, Guo Jia met Yuan Qi for the first time. Sensing in her a detached, otherworldly coldness, he grew curious, stopped her, and asked: “What is a young lady doing by the river?” Yuan Qi said, “Looking at a corpse.” He burst out laughing. Later, Guo Jia took her and fled, staying up from dawn till late at night and leaving himself no time to think about life or death. Perhaps he, too, had his own reasons. In the twelfth year of Jian’an, he planted a willow tree in front of his thatched cottage and made a wish. He wanted to live a few more years. Better yet, he wanted to spend them with Yuan Qi. . A short scene: Guo Jia: “What were you thinking about by the river back then, young lady?” Yuan Qi: “I was thinking that we wouldn’t have to move. The enemy’s corpses would drift past us, day and night.” “...What do you mean?” Yuan Qi: “The dead pass on like a flowing stream, never ceasing day or night.” - [Reader’s Guide] A sickly strategist who wants to live a little × a transmigrated woman who doesn’t much want to live She is Yuan Shao’s daughter... though she doesn’t have much to do with Yuan Shao later on (.) This story is for getting back into writing. I may not manage to make every detail historically accurate, so thank you for your patience and corrections orz Possibly a new style for me to try... but it’s still a happy ending! Theme: A daughter can take up arms, too.