Tiancheng thirty-sixth year, winter.
The emperor is in decline, the prince is cowardly, and the kings are like wolves.
The seventh prince Li Ye, who had guarded the northern border for ten years and returned with the name of "proton", quietly fell back into the chess game called "World" like a forgotten chess piece.
He has seen the wind and snow in the north, and has touched the hearts of people colder than the blade of a knife.
The palace is deep and people's hearts are treacherous.
The position of crown prince is surrounded by nine dragons. The royal throne is on the throne, and the bones pave the way.
Everyone thought he was a tamed lamb, but little did they know that after ten years of drinking ice, he had already become a lone wolf waiting for an opportunity to devour.
When the pretense is torn apart, when forbearance turns into sharpness, the declining country and the decaying court are left to his own hands.
Destiny is not in Heaven, but in me.
