The war in the troubled times has not yet extinguished, and the undercurrent is surging in the rivers, lakes and temples. He is a seemingly down-and-out passer-by in the market, but there is a cold edge hidden in his eyebrows, and he is wrapped in secrets like a cold blade, and no one knows his true origin; she is an orphan who is responsible for the murder of her family, and she is investigating the truth step by step, with a high inner wall, and she does not dare to trust anyone. An unexpected encounter on a rainy night entangled two unrelated trajectories.
He was attracted by the tenacity in her eyes and couldn't help secretly helping her, but he had to calculate every step because of his mission. She was moved by his occasional tenderness and gradually let go of her guard, but she repeatedly found something suspicious in him. Old objects resurface, implicating a dusty injustice; a mysterious organization emerges, stirring up troubles in the world; the power game in the court reveals a deadly murderous intention.
Every approach is accompanied by lies and temptations, and every heartbeat is mixed with suspicion and pain. His vest is layered. Is he an Avenger or a Guardian? Her past is shrouded in mystery. Is she a chess piece or a chess player? When the pieces of the truth are gradually pieced together, and love and hatred surge in, can they break through the many shackles and find a glimmer of hope amidst the lights of swords and shadows? Or is it already doomed in this conspiracy and love, the broken jade will sink into the abyss, and it will never be recovered?
