Eleven years ago, Mening fell into Tang Yi's arms in the palace and never got up again. The children in the distance watched all this.
Eleven years later, the former prince and now the prince took his younger brother to dig up the dust of the past in this center of power.
"It's your turn."
"You let me in the first fifty moves, you tested me in the middle thirty moves, and you forced me in the last nineteen moves. What did I do wrong?" Tang Yun asked, holding the chess pieces.
"The count has not passed three, you can still live."
