[Overhead + No CP + Machiavellian + Group Image]
He returned from the cliff, only to be declared dead by the Empire.
On the dynasty's strategic chessboard, Nan Yang, the general of the Nanze Army, became the first discarded piece. He was seriously injured and lost his voice, his identity became a mystery, and he had to lie dormant in the mountains.
However, the beacon fire on the border has not been extinguished, and the hidden arrows of the imperial capital have been launched. An attack brought up many mysteries: the mysterious involvement of the central court, the ambiguous former colleagues, and the prince he chose to help ascend the throne.
When his name, faith, and path were all taken away, he could only use the ashes as his armor and the cliff as his blade to fight his way back for himself and the future he was loyal to in the center of the empire's storm.
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This is a story about my OC, with a messy worldview and everything. Please don't watch orz too arrogantly.
