When an oil lamp flickered in front of the broken window, a poor scholar was dipping his fingertips in well water and silently writing down the words of sages on the mottled wooden table. His dreams are hidden in the ink-yet-dry handwriting.
In Qingshi Town, Zhou Ping hawks with a cart day after day, and studies hard every night until the cock crows. He and his friend Li Mo shared a book together, but they didn't know that fate had already dragged them into the eye of the storm. The bully Zhao Hu is entrenched like a poisonous snake, forcing the Zhou family to almost despair. An injustice and a shackles bent the father's back and ignited the fire in the young man's heart - if he had no power, how could he protect his relatives? If you don't have fame, how can you dare to express your ambition?
Failure in the provincial examination is like breaking a horse on a snowy night, and the examination room in the capital is like walking alone on a mountain of knives. He stepped on rumors, crushed conspiracies and traps, and finally returned to his hometown wearing golden armor. The people who used to bully him for being poor and humble are now lying down in the hall. He wrote and judged cases, just like writing an article, every word and every word was forged with blood and tears.
But when the power is in his hands, will the oath he once promised to be an honest official remain as clear as before? When ideals collide with reality, do you choose to perish or go against the flow alone?
