My Father Is Yuan Shu? But I Want to Be Cao Cao
In the second year of Jian’an, Yuan Shu brazenly declared himself emperor! As Chu Feng gazed upon the vast family estate, he knew full well that Yuan Shu was doomed to fail. Moreover, he possessed the crafty Cao System. “Father, the realm has fallen into chaos. That scoundrel Yuan Shu won’t last another two years. Why don’t we stockpile grain, raise troops, and carve out our own domain?” Thus, compelled by the system, he gathered the wives and concubines of Lü Bu, Cao Cao, Liu Bei, Liu Biao, and others, interrogating each of them alone to uncover their true intentions. Cao Cao declared, “When it comes to preferences, I must admit, I am no match for you!” Liu Bei protested, “Chu the bandit, Lü Bu once seized my lady but returned her. Why do you still withhold her from me?” Lü Bu lamented, “My unfilial daughter has taken my beloved concubine to seek out Chu the rogue—they’ve betrayed their own father!” Author’s note: This novel adheres closely to historical events and contains hardcore content!
My Father Is Yuan Shu? But I Want to Be Cao Cao
"What the—where is this?"
Chu Feng opened his eyes and glanced around at the ancient-style furnishings, as well as the clothes he wore, so different from those of later generations.
He winced as memories stabbed his mind. Wasn’t he just writing at his desk a moment ago? Though he was well-versed in history, it was said that in this era, only by spinning tales to fool the dogged readers could one earn a living, so he’d been writing whatever nonsense came to mind.
But how had he suddenly ended up in this place?
"Did I… travel through time?"
Clang!
At the door, a young maid dropped her wooden basin, spilling warm water across the floor as she ran, shouting that the young master had awoken.
"Young master?" Chu Feng muttered.
He looked around the spacious room again; treasures were displayed in the distance, clearly not the home of common folk.
He didn’t know what dynasty this was.
Just as he rose, the maid returned, head lowered, with two others in tow.
He vaguely recognized the elderly man—he was the one who cared for "him" daily. As for the middle-aged man, he had no idea; his memories were too fragmented.
This made Chu Feng wonder if the original owner of this body had been mentally deficient.
"Young master, you’ve only just recovered from a grave illness. How can you get out of bed?" The old man hurried over to support Chu Feng. Whether his concern was real or feigned, at least the master of the house was present.
"No need. I’m fine.
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