Jackdaws carried the setting sun across the palace wall, and he woke up on the cold bed, his beautiful clothes already in tatters. In his previous life, he was a lonely soul in the steel jungle, and now he was born as an abandoned son of a down-and-out prince. In the rift of time and space, he held on to strange memories and faced this red and blood-stained dynasty. In the deep house, people's hearts are like poison, and there are hidden arrows at every step; in the court hall, the desire for power is like a net, and murderous intentions are hidden everywhere. He uses modern knowledge as his blade and ancient charm as his armor. He circles between the powder and the light of the sword, and walks alone amidst prosperity and decadence. Those women with picturesque features may have hidden tenderness, or may have deep intentions; those high-sounding men may be sincere, or may hide a knife in their smile. When old clothes are covered with new souls, and when the old moon reflects a stranger, can he find a glimmer of hope in this troubled world and leave an indelible trace in the dust of history?
