He is the prince and tutor, as calm as a mountain, and believes in etiquette and orthodoxy.
He is the prince who washes his horse, he is as sharp as a sword, and he believes in power and kindness.
The prince died and the throne was vacant.
He chose the wise third prince, thinking it was a plan for the world.
He chose the young fifth prince just to repay the favor of his life ten years ago.
Once a best friend, now a mortal enemy.
They use what they know best about each other as weapons, hurting each other just like hurting themselves.
In the court, he handed over the impeachment memorial, the words were like a knife.
In the middle of the night, he burned the evidence that could destroy the other party, and the ashes were like butterflies.
——I thought I chose Mingjun.
——I thought I was repaying the favor.
——In the end, we are all just involuntary pawns on a chessboard.
