The wind and snow in northern Xinjiang bury the general's boldness and suspicion;
The loess of the Central Plains is soaked with the blood and cries of refugees;
The palaces of Beijing are swaying with the candlelight and sighs of lonely ministers;
The coldness in the deep palace imprisoned Fei Chu's schemes and nightmares.
Four lone lights from the future fall into the same falling sky. They were separated by fate, and in the cracks of history, they held the sword, hoe, pen and poison respectively.
They change the times and are changed by the times. In an unknown corner, a storm started by them and will be ended by them is sweeping this ancient empire.
This is a tragic epic about survival, morality and reunion. Ask the boundless earth, who controls the ups and downs? Perhaps the answer lies in the four souls who once looked up at the stars side by side.
