The miserable moonlight reflected on Cao Pi's evil face, and a trace of nostalgia rose in the depths of his eyes.

I am not a wise man, and I am one of the more stupid of all my brothers.

He is not as good as his younger brother Cao Zhi in terms of poetry and songs, and he is not as good as his four-year-old brother Cao Chong in terms of thinking.

On the Mind... On prestige... On Strategy... Not as good as the eldest brother Cao Ang.

How could a person who is not talented or poetically gifted become the so-called heir of the Cao family

"One person: Cao Weiying's soul, challenge the top!" Chapter 111: Why Are Feet White? Because it's hidden. I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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