The blue shirt hides the sword, and the sound of the piano sets up a killing plot - he is Su Jin, an orphan from Southern Chu who has been dormant in the capital for ten years. The burn scar on his left wrist is buried with a blood feud that destroyed the country and the family.
The mysterious armor cracked the dust, the sword light broke through the cage of power - he was Lu Che, the Marquis of Zhenbei. The arrow wounds on his face were carved with the bones of the northern soldiers, and he vowed to find out the mastermind behind the deduction of military pay.
The vermilion steps are swaying, and the palace hides wisdom - she is Zhao Lingxi, the princess of the Great Yong Dynasty. Her husband's old sword hangs at her waist, and she is sober enough to know that "the status of a princess is a shackle, and it is also a weapon to protect her younger brother."
When Liu Chengye's desire for power engulfed the court, he collaborated with foreign enemies, and framed Zhongliang. Even the jade seal of the Southern Chu Kingdom became a stepping stone for his rebellion——
In the past, the protons were holding the chess piece, the unruly generals were marching into the capital, the awakened princess was secretly spying, and the tripartite alliance was bucking the trend in the wind and rain.
Is it to restore the old business of Southern Chu, or to protect the people of Dayong? Is it a matter of personal revenge, or is it to bring order to the chaos in the world?
Su Jin rubbed the scar on her wrist, looked at the blood on Lu Che's knife and the toughness in Zhao Lingxi's eyes, and finally said loudly on the night of the palace change: "What I want has never been an imperial mausoleum, but when the wind blows in the north, the mountains and rivers will be safe and all the people will sleep in peace."
