When the glory of Jian'an fades away, the emperor is stained with blood. A tragic song of power, singing about the loss of flesh and blood to relatives. At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Tongque Tower could not lock in the spirit of Jian'an, let alone the evil spirits in people's hearts. "We are born from the same roots, why are we so hasty?" Behind the eternal sigh, there is the arsenic light of His Highness Jin Luan, the father's heart as deep as the abyss on the Bronze Bird Platform, and the sad cry that shook history when family love sacrificed power in troubled times.
The symphony of intrigue and poetry, the strangulation of darkness and sincerity
Historical facts are the bones, suspense is the veins, and the subtleties of human nature and the desolation of the times are written.
