In the winter of the seventeenth year of Zhaoyuan, the city of Yingzhou was destroyed, and peace was negotiated between the north and the south.
Everyone said that Xiao Ji, the guard of Zhenbei Pass, exchanged the lives of 30,000 of his comrades for his bright future in the north.
Shen Awu thought so too.
So when she went into the envoy's post house and stole the "treasonous general's" personal purse in order to survive, she didn't feel the slightest bit guilty.
Until she was pinned down by Xiao Ji under the cold city wall and watched as he slowly opened his purse with blood-stained fingers, revealing the border defense "Lin Talisman" inside that was related to the life and death of tens of thousands of people.
"Do you know what this is?" He asked, his tone as calm as if he was discussing tonight's snowstorm.
Awu was so shaken that he could not speak.
He smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "Little thief, you stole my escape route for three years."
"Now, either I use your head to explain to the Orudo people why Lin Fu disappeared."
"Either - you come my other way."
From then on, there was an involuntary chess piece on the chessboard of troubled times.
He is the "lone minister" reviled by the world, a guest of the Orudo nobles, and a traitorous general whose flesh the southern court is eager to eat alive.
Only A Wu knew that he was a frustrated man who drank alone at the unknown grave late at night, a double-sided candle walking alone on the tip of a knife, a madman who bet all his wealth and life on a losing battle.
And she, from an ant living quietly to an "accomplice" playing chess alongside him.
This road is full of blood every step of the way, and there is no way to turn back.
"Xiao Ji, what are you planning?"
"With this picture, everyone in the world can accuse my spine of being a thief, but you only know why I kneel down - justice.
