In the wine shop, the storyteller clapped the wood to wake him up: "The prince of the current dynasty has an unknown dragon species."
I crushed the wine glass and did not draw my sword.
That night when I returned to the palace, my mother told a story - sixteen years ago, with a sword as bright as snow, a knight riding Juechen rescued the prince who fled south. Later, the swordsman trained three thousand elite soldiers and twenty dead men for her. Later... She looked north and said no more.
I just asked: "Who is my father?"
The border is cut by wind and sand. Xiao Zhan, the king of Zhenbei, with white hair on his temples, handed over the tiger talisman. I shook my head, but he summoned twenty people: "Sixteen years ago, I trained soldiers for your father."
For my father? Li Yuan, or... Him?
The undercurrent in the court was surging, but the Shen family stood still. I took those twenty people with me, whose shadow was hidden in the light of the sword? Mother's letters, border battle reports, there were some things they didn't dare to tell me.
After ascending the throne at the age of twenty-five, he finally saw clearly the game of chess on the throne - who holds the throne and who is the son?
Five years later, the imperial chariot will go on a personal expedition. The hatred of the cavalry must be avenged, and the answer to the mystery of sixteen years ago must also be avenged.
