Twelve years ago, seventy thousand loyal soldiers fell in blood on the northern frontier. The once-glorious Duke of Jing’s household was branded traitors, wiped out to the last member, leaving behind only one lone survivor.
Twelve years later, on a snowy night in the imperial capital, a humble scholar named Su Yan quietly returned.
He could not fight his way out of a paper bag, yet he kept the entire court awake with worry.
He held not a single scholarly title, yet dared to treat emperors and ministers as pieces on a chessboard.
Gentle and refined, with every move calculated in advance, he was the only one moving the pieces in this ravenous capital.
