On the eve of the Qingyuan party struggle in the Southern Song Dynasty, in the secret room on the third floor of the West Lake Wanghu Pavilion, Zhao Ruyu, the Privy Councilor, looked at Chang Sheng, the eunuch whom he met for the first time.
"Everyone in Lin'an City thinks he can live alone. But it is never up to you to enter or not enter this trap." He paused, "Chang Jiancheng, you are already caught in the net."
"Those who enter the net have only two uses -" he raised his hand, with his index and middle fingers slightly separated, "either to do things, or to do things. Which one do you want to do?"
This question completely dragged Chang Sheng, who came from a poor family, into the political whirlpool. From the fields to the heights of the temple, he thought that the counterattack was the end, but little did he know that this was the beginning of the abyss. The party fight is ruthless, and the chess pieces have no eyesight. When he finally sees the rules of this game, his retreat has long been burned.
