He also indirectly asked Mr. Harris many questions, but discovered that, from ancient times to the present, there have never been these Three Kingdoms. The state of Wei existed in the pre-Qin era, but it was not ruled by the Cao family; the same goes for Wu. As for Emperor Zhaolie of Han, there is not a single record of him. However, this Han, shrinking away in that barbaric land, has tarnished the great Han’s reputation!

There were also many people he gradually discovered in the Records of the Three Kingdoms. William Clark was, at this moment, the most outstanding member of the imperial clan, and there is a biography of William Clark in the Records of the Three Kingdoms, detailing his life. Then there is Wade Young; according to the historical records, he ultimately died at the hands of a villain named George Smith, who was even more vicious, daring to depose the emperor. But why does it seem that his own name is not in the historical records? As if he doesn’t exist at all. Could it be that he did not achieve anything significant?

Donna Smith slowly walked up to the attic, looking at Little Chubby One, who was deep in thought, and felt amused inside, though she did not show it. Frowning, she sat down beside him. Little Chubby One turned his head and hurriedly greeted his mother. Donna Smith was indeed worried that Little Chubby One would not understand the heavenly book, so she came to check on him. Seeing Little Chubby One frowning and constantly pondering, Donna Smith felt even more helpless. She thought about finding someone who could read the heavenly book and explain it to Little Chubby One, but she was also worried that spreading the heavenly book would bring heavenly punishment upon her son.

“How is it? Can you still understand it?”

“This book is not good. There is that villain Wade Young, his whole family, and cousins, but no mother, and no Hong…”

Upon hearing this, Donna Smith was shocked and quickly asked, “How come there are your cousins? Could it be Chong’er???”

“No, it’s cousin Charles Smith. Mother, listen: before the lord set out, the Emperor Xian’s uncle, General of Chariots and Cavalry Charles Smith, received a secret imperial edict hidden in the emperor’s belt, ordering him to execute Lord Cao, but the lord had not yet acted.”

“Oh, right, there’s also this part: In the fifth year, spring, the first month, Charles Smith and others’ plot was exposed, and all were executed.”

“Mother, there are also annotations here. Do you want to hear them?”

“Mother?”

Little Chubby One looked up, only to find that Donna Smith was already dumbfounded. Her nephew was only about ten years old—how could he be recorded in the heavenly book? General of Chariots and Cavalry Charles Smith? Emperor Xian’s uncle? Could it be her son’s child? Donna Smith felt dizzy and speechless. She took a deep breath to steady herself, then hurriedly asked, “Does it say who this Emperor Xian is?” Little Chubby One frowned, searched for a while, and said, “It’s not recorded, but he is not the eldest son. Here it says: Emperor Ling died, and the young emperor ascended the throne.”

“Then the emperor was demoted to Prince of Hongnong. Soon after, the prince and Empress Dowager He were killed, and the young son of Emperor Ling, Prince of Chenliu, was made emperor—this is Emperor Xian.”

“Emperor Xian is the son of Emperor Ling, mother! Is Emperor Ling related to our family?”

Donna Smith widened her eyes. If this heavenly book records the great trends of the world, it might be recording future events. This Emperor Ling—could it be her own child??

“Hahaha~~~~” Donna Smith suddenly burst out laughing, clapping her hands. Little Chubby One, who had never seen his mother so out of composure, was startled.

“Is there any mention of Empress Dowager Dong?” Donna Smith laughed for a while, then immediately asked.

“It’s not in the main text, but there is in the annotation… It’s by someone called Pei Songzhi…”

“How is it written?”

“Charles Smith, nephew of Empress Dowager Dong, mother of Emperor Ling of Han, was the uncle of Emperor Xian. In ancient times, there was no title of ‘uncle-in-law,’ so he was called ‘uncle.’”

Chapter 0013 Hugh Harris’s Thoughts

That night was definitely the hardest night for Donna Smith. Just a few simple words—Empress Dowager Dong—made Donna Smith tremble with excitement. Donna Smith was not a particularly ambitious woman, but she could not resist the temptation of becoming the mother of the world, the mother of all under heaven. She more or less understood: her son was destined by heaven, but his descendants were unworthy, causing the Han to lose its realm. This heavenly book was probably entrusted by the ancestors of the Han, hoping her son could restore the Han dynasty that had lasted for hundreds of years!

As for Little Chubby One, amidst his mother’s excitement, he seemed to understand something as well, but being so young, he was not deeply moved.

The next day, Mr. Harris arrived at the residence early. In recent days, Hugh Harris had been very busy, teaching Little Chubby One on one hand, and on the other, working on a commentary for the Gongyang Zhuan. If this book succeeded, future generations would no longer call him Mr. Harris, but Mr. Harris—a great Confucian who created his own school of thought!

Just as he entered the study, he saw Little Chubby One kneeling by the wooden desk, with Donna Smith holding something and standing beside him. Hugh Harris harbored resentment toward Donna Smith because of the previous incident where the household servants were disrespectful to him, something he remembered deeply. As a great Confucian of the Gongyang school, how could he forget a grudge? Now, whenever the old man saw those servants, he would be furious, and those servants dared not appear before him. At this moment, seeing Donna Smith like this, Hugh Harris thought she had come to apologize and offer gifts, which made him even more displeased.

He said coldly, “I have already said, teaching your son is a promise to a friend. I take three sheng of rice and three dou of wine—nothing more, not a single coin extra!”