Sima Zhao’s Ambition, You Know It Well

Everyone knows Sima Zhao's ambitions.

But no one knew that the soul inside Sima Erlang had been replaced by an ordinary wage worker who earned 4,300 yuan a month and had just been swept away by a flood.

He opened his eyes with an icy grape still in his mouth, only to find armed soldiers surrounding the estate gates and a charge of embezzling a hundred thousand shi of army provisions pinned on him. In the main hall, his father, Sima Yi, sat holding a cup of tea without saying a word.

No problem. He knew all about being chewed out, taking the blame, and dealing with inspections from headquarters. He was a seasoned wage slave.

And so the officials of Cao Wei discovered that Sima Erlang had changed. He made the people investigating him write up a report, forced those who had set him up to cough up a hundred and fifty thousand shi of grain, and even made the hand that had held his father's teacup for half a lifetime tremble.

The whole court said he was a treacherous schemer who meant to usurp the Great Wei.

All he wanted was to live to a ripe old age and enjoy every day of the good life he'd missed in his previous life.

You know Sima Zhao's ambitions. You don't know his.