During my twelfth year of being a proton in Handan, I finally understood the bloody chess game in this city. The King of Zhao regarded me as an abandoned son who was trying to balance the Yan Kingdom, and Yu Qing regarded me as a sharp blade that disrupted Qin and Zhao. Even Guo Kai's eunuch dared to step on me and pour bloody dirty water on me. But they forgot that trapped animals still have fangs.
From being humiliated by Zhao Kuo in the street, to unfurling a hand-drawn map of the Zhao Kingdom's mountains and rivers in King Zhao's study; from Gongsun Yue blocking a deadly cold arrow for me, to Li Gou'er carrying a seriously injured body to guard my retreat. In this dark life of hostage, I clutched "Sun Tzu's Art of War" and half of the faded red rope - those were the thoughts Zhao Shu left for me, and the belief that supported my survival.
When I led the Zhao army's cavalry to break through the Yan army's defense line, and when I saw through the treasonous conspiracy of Guo Kai and Yu Qing, I thought I had grasped the reins of destiny. But the news from Xianyang made me feel like I was falling into an ice cave - Mrs. Huayang's plan, Lu Buwei's plan, and the child named Ying Zheng was about to be born.
The world is never black and white, and I am no longer the proton trapped on the streets of Handan. Through conspiracy and blood, I want to regain the glory that belongs to the Qin royal family, and let this troubled world remember my name - Ying Yiren. Because this chess game in the world will one day be determined by the ego.
