C1001 What I Can't Change

Three.

The 25th year of Jian An.

The Hanzhong prince's mansion.

Wearing a light yellow royal robe, Liu Bei sat alone in the study room and quietly read the memorials.

Two dim oil lamps were lit in the corners of the study. The weak light made the place incomparably oppressive.

"Cough, cough." Liu Bei coughed lightly. He clenched his fist and put it in front of his mouth