My Name Is Liu Chan

In the thirteenth year of Jian'an, Changbanpo. Zhao Yun's blood seeped through his robe, and he rode out with his baby in his arms. Liu Bei took the mother and son and raised them above his head - he saw the moment when the defeated soldiers stopped, saw the moment when the flags in the wind stopped, and saw that thing called "Destiny" hanging on the cry of a baby. He didn't fall. He held it high. History diverges from here. (QQ) Book Club Group: 938215612