When Lin Shuangyue, a female border general, rescued the taciturn "Mr. Shen" in the caravan, she unexpectedly picked up a scalding Zhaoyang. Censor Shen Zhao sneaked into the border with a secret purpose. He only wanted to find out the truth about his brother's last battle before his death, but he bumped into the only moonlight in her life - Lin Shuangyue, whose silver armor was stained with blood but her back was straight. She was very much like the ideal she had never declared in her heart.
They are two sides of the same sword. They talk under the moon and play chess in the tent. Every time their eyes meet, there is a silent resonance. Until Shen Zhao was shot with a cold arrow in order to protect her, Shuangyue screamed her name in front of the thousands of troops - those restrained, turbulent feelings that could no longer be hidden in life and death were like wildfire burning across the wilderness.
The black hands of the conspiracy are targeting the capital and the border at the same time. One of them defeated the game with wisdom and played chess alone in the court; the other defended the city with blood and turned the tide in the rain of arrows. Separated are two independent fires, and side by side are the lights that burn away the darkness.
In the end, they chose the third way. If you don't return to Beijing, you won't be trapped. They will jointly hold the seal of command, jointly legislate laws, and build a new world that belongs to them and shines brightly together on this border where countless loyal bones have been buried.
The soul recognizes the reflection and it becomes difficult to separate. What they want to guard is never the border, but the clear mountains and rivers in each other's eyes that cannot be tarnished.
