At the entrance of Wuyi Alley, beside the Zhuque Bridge, a rebellion occurred fifteen years ago, killing more than 300 members of the Xie family.
The survivors kept their names anonymous and returned to Jiankang with their gentle faces and hearts covered with frost and snow.
At that time, in the Xiaoliang Dynasty, the emperors and heirs were fighting each other like tigers rising from the porridge, and the powerful ministers relied on the power to overturn like clouds and rain. On the surface, the four surnames Wang, Xie, Yuan, and Xiao are in harmony with each other, but secretly they are fighting to the death.
As a member of a poor family, he traveled among the princes and shogunate - making plans for the sick and weak prince, playing chess with the powerful officials of the dynasty, cooking tea and discussing Taoism at the banquets of aristocratic families, and planting murderous intentions in the dark night palace corridors.
Everyone said that he was as gentle as jade, indifferent and non-competitive.
No one knows that he hides a burned volume of the Xie family genealogy in his sleeve, and a knife that is colder than Jiankang Dongyu.
When an old case is overturned and the government and the public are shaken, the man who stirred up the storm with one hand is holding an umbrella and looking back in the misty rain in Jinling, smiling as before.
"I have been playing this game for fifteen years. Now - it's time to end."
