The temple is so high that it is about to collapse; the rivers and lakes are far away, and there is a bloody storm.
Lin Feng, an orphan from the royal family who had no title as a county king, struggled to survive in the turbulent times of the late Tang Dynasty. Outside, there are powerful vassals and separatist regimes, and foreign tribes are looking at them with iron hoofs; inside, there are domestic slaves who bully their masters, and powerful people are entrenched in the air.
As the imperial power declined, a seemingly favored edict pushed him to the forefront and became a pawn to check and balance the world. Are you willing to be a puppet, or are you willing to be a puppet?
From the downtrodden prince who hid his humiliation to the decisive envoy of the Bianzhou regiment; from the military envoy of a separatist regime to the hero of the world. Lin Feng walked forward on thorns and bones, with strategy as his edge and iron and blood as his armor.
This is a lonely imperial road. Warmth is nothing but an expensive bargaining chip, and trust is often a fatal poison. In this human world where winter is approaching, he can only build the supreme Winter Throne amidst the smoke and smoke by taking the world as his situation and all living beings as his sons.
