In the Dajing Dynasty, the emperor's star was dark and stormy was coming.
He is the seventh prince Xiao Jue who was forgotten in the royal library. He is seriously ill and spends his days with old papers. In the eyes of the world, he is just an abandoned son whose life and death no one cares about.
However, no one knew that beneath this frail skin lay dormant a giant dragon with insight into people's hearts. He used the world as a chessboard and human hearts as chess pieces. In the silent pile of old papers, he peered into the pulse of every inch of the empire's texture.
When the prince is stupid, the powerful ministers are in power, the war in the north is ignited, and the country is in danger, this forgotten and abandoned son finally slowly takes the first step to stir up the world.
The mountains and rivers are like a painting, which is the ink in his pen; the power and strategy are like the sea, which are the lines in his palms.
And she is the general's tiger girl, the fiery rose, the most uncertain variable on his chessboard, and the only starlight in his lonely game.
This is a gamble about life, a game about the country, and also a love that quietly sprouts amidst the light of swords, power and deceit.
What he wants is this thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and also that one person who looks back.
