As we moved forward, she slowly began to doze off in my arms.
I couldn't blame her. After going through such a life-or-death ordeal that afternoon, then walking all this way with me that evening, even I was exhausted.
And she was only a
five-year-old child, after all.
Though she was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, she still nodded along as she listened to my story.
The corners of my mouth... unconsciously curled into a smile as I gently stroked Mengmeng's hair.
"In the end, Cao Cao took Cao Jiong's advice, heavily relied on his trusted followers, and built up his own power. Eventually, he laid the foundation for the future Kingdom of Wei."
When I finished, I glanced at Mengmeng in my arms and gently stroked her hair.
"All right, sweetheart. Go to sleep..."
Gradually, Mengmeng could no longer fight off the waves of sleepiness and drifted off in a daze.
Seeing that little smile at the corner of her mouth, I wondered what she was dreaming about.
Actually, I thought... listening to stories like these before bed was truly good for a child's intellectual development. It was much better than listening to
those fairy tales and such.
Of course, telling stories like this required parents to have a certain knack for writing. They needed not only to be good storytellers, but also to have a good sense of humor, so they could turn a
serious historical tale into a bedtime story. As for the meaning behind it... one day, she would understand.
She understood... but what about me?
In the past, I had supported many different factions, but in truth, I had barely built up any power of my own. That was why, in the end, I'd been left without a friend to turn