He was reborn five years before the execution and returned to the stage where he was still famous in Pingjing.
In this life, Bai Yanqing no longer sings the white of the moon, but instead wears the red of begonia, carefully weaving a web of revenge.
On the stage, he is the noble concubine Yu Ji with flowing sleeves; off the stage, he is the deadly secret chess player between China and Japan.
"The warlord said I look best in only moon white." He smiled like a flower, "but I think begonia red matches the color of blood better."
Jinzechuan stroked his cold face: "Yanqing, I only trust you in this city of Pingjing."
"Really?" Bai Yanqing lowered his eyes and chuckled, "Does the warlord know how many lives it is worth to believe a word?"
In the Japanese consulate, information that is difficult to distinguish between true and false is conveyed amid the aroma of tea; in the late night at the Governor's Mansion, the ticking of pocket watches records every step of the shocking calculations.
From Pingjing to Tianjin, under the stage is a more dangerous battlefield for political intrigue.
"What if one day I lie to you?"
"Then go ahead and lie." Jinzechuan put on the pocket watch equipped with a bug for him, "I will always be willing to be fooled once in my life."
When fate turns again, it is difficult to distinguish between true love and conspiracy.
This time, it was the actor's turn to hold the chess hand.
He wanted to write the ending of this drama.
——What you sing on stage is the joys and sorrows of others, but what you are fighting off stage is your own life and death.
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking