Ten years ago, everyone in his family was executed, and he became the most inconspicuous person in the capital. Ten years later, on the chessboard of the Daye Dynasty, a singing cicada quietly fluttered its wings. He said deeply, recording events in the seventh grade of Dali Temple, using a pen as a knife, people's hearts as a frame, and listening to the thunder in the silent place. Aristocratic families, warlords, and royal families are all in the palm of your hand. He wanted to end this chess game with the world as a bet, and the first move started from a clue on an autumn night.
