Três Reinos: Eu, Liu Chen, em trinta dias salvarei a Dinastia Han

On the windswept streets of Chengdu, Liu Chan rode his horse at a measured pace. This city, once the thriving capital of brocade, now suffocated beneath the oppressive pall of impending doom. Storefronts were shut tight, and the few pedestrians hurried by, anxious and furtive. A lazy patrol of soldiers slouched against a wall, muddy armor and swords hanging carelessly from their belts.

At the ancestral temple, Liu Chan gazed upon its towering edifice. Inside, the spirit tablet of Liu Bei was enshrined; every year, on important festivals, Liu Shan would bring Liu Chan and his brothers to pay homage. Liu Chan pushed open the hall doors and saw Liu Bei’s portrait. He glanced at it but quickly fixed his eyes on the table before it, where two treasured swords lay—the twin swords once wielded by Liu Bei.

After Liu Bei ascended the throne, these swords were renamed the Dragon and Phoenix Twin Blades, symbols of paramount significance in the Shu Han court. Today, Liu Chan had come for these swords. Drawing two blades from his voluminous robe, he exchanged them for the twin swords on the altar.

“Liu Bei, since fate has made me your grandson, I will change the destiny of the Han,” he murmured, staring deeply at Liu Bei’s portrait before turning to leave.

No one could have imagined that a twenty-first-century doctoral graduate in archaeology, during an excavation of a late Han tomb, would transmigrate into the body of Liu Shan’s son—the famed Prince of Beidi, Liu Chan.

It was the tenth month of the sixth year of Jingyao, barely a month before Shu Han’s