On the day when the Cangwu Kingdom fell, the prince Shen Zhenran was planted with spiritual roots by the enemy monarch to restrain him - those who disobeyed would have their spiritual roots cut off. He was taken into the Danzhu State General's Mansion and became a prisoner. The Duke of Manchu Dynasty forced him to compose Japanese songs for fun, but he didn't know that every song was swallowing up his emotions. No one even knew that Pei Zhuchuan, the enemy general who was decisive in killing people, was once the little beggar he picked up from the dead. Pei Zhuchuan brought charcoal fire and wound medicine, but cut off the rebel general's head with his own hands in front of him. "Your life can only be trampled on by me." But when the noble wanted to exile Shen Zhenran on the grounds of his elegance and class, the general broke the minister's bat fan in public: "You are not worthy of listening to his songs." Shen Zhenran lowered his eyes and smiled softly, and placed a symbol on the life chart with his fingertips. The old tribe, the Immortal Sect, the hidden stakes of the enemy country... He has never lost in this game of national restoration. It was just that the general was drunk that night, so he held his wrist and whispered: "If I hadn't followed you back then -" The candle flame went out suddenly. Shen Zhenran tightened her grip on the short sword in her sleeve, but she heard the sound of the entire bodyguard drawing their swords from outside the window. Pei Zhuchuan's voice suddenly sobered up: "Don't move. There are assassins outside." But his lips clearly brushed against the tip of the prince's ear.
