In the 312th year of the Dajing Dynasty, the dragon flag curled up in frost and the smoke of war surged.
Shen Jingce, the legitimate son of the Zhenbei Hou Mansion, was originally the most dazzling young man in the capital, but due to a conspiracy, his entire family was massacred, and he was reduced to a prisoner, barely surviving. After three years of drinking ice, it was difficult to cool down the hot blood. He concealed his name, transformed himself into a meticulous artist, and sneaked into the whirlpool of the court.
Strategy is a sword, human nature is a sheath. When you take out the sheath, you will see blood. He wanders between the benevolent mask of the Prince of the East Palace, the ruthlessness of the Second Prince, and the gentle disguise of the Third Prince; he circles around the Duke of Zhen, who has a large number of soldiers, the wily chief minister of the cabinet, and the Admiral of the East Factory who hides murderous intentions.
The young general of the past is now the chess player behind the scenes, making every step carefully and shockingly. He has seen the bones of loyal ministers shattered in prison, he has seen traitors laughing and talking about human life being like grass, he has seen brothers fighting against each other, father and son turning against each other, he has seen love turn to dust and morality collapse. On the chessboard of machinations, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests; in the abyss of human nature, there are no pure good and evil, only struggling souls.
When the injustice is revealed, when the throne changes hands, when the smoke clears, can he still hold on to his true heart? These thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are a bloody chess game, and they are also the way back for him to stay with his old friends. Even if you have the power to dominate the world, it will never be worth a touch of human fireworks.
