Jinyuan

I traveled through time and became the young son of Duke Wen of Jin who died young. The father on the sick bed only has three months left to live. His brother has not yet secured his throne, and Zhao Dun is watching from the dark. And I know everyone's ending—including that this country will be divided among three families in a hundred years. There is no system, no cheats. The only thing that could be used was the chemistry knowledge from the previous life and a torn copy of "Zuo Zhuan". "My father asked me what the future of Jin would be like. I told the truth. He was silent for a long time and asked me to worship Zhao Shuai as my teacher." History is like a bronze tripod rolled over, and I tried to resist it with my flesh and blood.