The imperial capital was locked in snow at night, and Xiao Shu, dressed in a blue shirt, broke into the whirlpool of imperial power alone, cutting off the connections of powerful officials with the cold blade in his hand. Shen Ren, once a dead soldier of the emperor, now bears a blood feud and walks side by side with him. The court is like a prison, with wars and smoke rising everywhere. The two of them use their wits and their blades, plot and murder, and they tear a bloody path under the dragon chair. They don't seek to be crowned princes or prime ministers, they just want to rewrite the world of cannibalism. When the bell rang for the seventh time, everyone in the world knew that the cold blade split open the imperial night, and the one who was alone was not one person, but two souls.
