Brief background:
He was the sharpest knife in an emperor's hand, until the blade turned against himself.
In the tenth year of Yongchang, on a windy and snowy night at Yingzui Cliff, Lin Pojun, the third son of the Prince of Zhenbei, made a blood alliance with Xiao Jingyu, the sixth son of the emperor, and Lin Jinglan, his sister, and swore to "never fail in this life."
The young man was angry and said: "If you ascend the throne in the future, and you dare to put your plan on my head and my sister's head - I will personally lead 300,000 troops to suppress the north, and my swords will fall on the capital, and my horses will trample on the imperial capital!"
In the past ten years, he helped him pacify the queen mother, remove the powerful ministers, and set the direction of the court. He grew from a northern Shura to a powerful governor, and became the king's deepest fear on his bedside.
Until a secret order sent him to death; until an "eye" token revealed a transnational conspiracy; until there was irrefutable evidence pointing to the king who had high-fived and sworn an oath with him...
The oath is still in my ears, and the blood debt has become a mountain.
This time, Lin Pojun raised his sword and looked south.
He wanted to go back and ask the "brother" sitting on the dragon throne:
Should we proceed with the calculations we made back then?
Should I repay the vows I made back then today?
