Mo Yanan was a poison-tempered sword hanging in the court hall, and all the nobles in the palace were afraid of him. He is used to calculating people's hearts with a smile, and even the man on the Dragon Throne is regarded as a corner of the chessboard. Bai Wenzui, the sick and torn prince in the East Palace, was just a speck of dust in his chess game.
But the dust was stained with moonlight.
The missing piece of playing at midnight, the chess game lingering with the fragrance of medicine and ink, the man coughing up blood and lightly dropping a piece, almost cut off the murderous game he had been waiting for for three years. At that moment, Mo Yanan saw something as fragile as a glass cup, and also saw the galaxy tempered under the ice.
He began to feel restless day and night.
Finally, on a snowy night, he crushed the secret agreement with the third prince and pushed the rebellion to its most dangerous point. He wants the dragon chair, the nine-layered palace, and even more, he wants the bright moon hanging in his arms forever - for this reason, he would not hesitate to burn the old mountains and rivers, use blood as a betrothal, and rebuild a new dynasty.
He wanted this country to change its surname, not to Huangpao, but just to change the name of the prince to "Wen Zhui" by his pillow.
