The imperial power collapsed and the world was in chaos. Xie Jingchen, the commander-in-chief of the Zhenbei Army, was unjustly imprisoned. On the death row of the imperial edict, he met a pale and noble scholar - Wen Zhiyan, the outcast son of a wealthy family, and the most humble swordsman and penman in the Zhenfu Division.
"In March," the scholar said, "you go back to the northern border to stabilize the defense line, and I will pacify the Luoyang court."
From then on, one person plays chess in the dark, using salt taxes, military pay, and secret letters as blades to tear apart and rot in the conspiracy that never sees the light of day; one person guards the land in the light, and at the border with no food and no support, he recasts the soul of the army with flesh and blood to seek justice for the 100,000 Pao Ze who died in vain. When the chess game ends, the mountains and rivers are reunited——
Those who survived can finally look at the moon at the border and ask: Is this peace exchanged for blood and fire really what it was like when we met on death row?
Reader comments
Come on, author. I hope the novel won't be too short.
Come on, author. I hope the novel won't be too short.