The Illness Is Cured and I Will Send Cao Shuang on His Way.

The day I transformed into Sima Yi, the system asked me to endure it for thirty-seven years. Cao Shuang's eunuch kicked over his wheelchair, and all the civil and military officials laughed like tree stumps in the snow. Assassins climbed over the wall at night, I broke three necks and said to the living person, "I'm cured." Three thousand dead soldiers entered Luoyang, and I opened the door to Cao Shuang's banquet—— Cao Cao sat inside the door. He said he had been waiting for me for ten years. He said that every day I endured it, I was saving ammunition for him. He said this net was given to me tonight. I picked up the soup he handed me and drank it in front of him. After drinking, tell him three things—— The twenty-seven hidden stakes you shoved next to me were named Sima three years ago. I exchanged the sixteen empty coffins you buried in the east of the city. That bowl of soup that you didn't poison me to death ten years ago—— I'll drink it tonight and you'll drink the rest. Turn around and go out. The hemp rope swayed under the locust tree. Nine knots. Nine nails. The night I nailed your coffin ten years ago—— My wife counts them for me. History + Imagination + Machiavellian System Flow