From the storyteller to the King of Qin's plan, from the tiles in the East City to the jade steps of the Jinluan, Wen He stepped on the gaps in the history books and climbed up. Until one night when he stood on the eaves of the Tai Chi Palace, looking at the stars in the sky, he suddenly understood: the so-called "prosperity of the Tang Dynasty" was just a game within a game; and what he wanted to overturn was never Li Shimin's chessboard. . . . . .
