The night Chu Jin burned the dragon robe, the world was in chaos, the imperial power collapsed, and he was reduced from an emperor to a lonely minister. Ten years later, Xiao Wushe, the powerful iron-blooded god of war, led a million troops to force the palace, but he lifted his mask in front of the emperor - that face was actually his old master who was buried in the imperial mausoleum with his own hands. There was thunder in the court, and old grudges were like swords. In the past, monarchs and ministers held each other's swords, cutting off love with one sword, and burning the country with fire. What he wants is not the country, but the truth that will make him live on his knees for half his life. And Xiao Wushe is no longer the loyal dog who carried his sword to wipe out the wilderness, but a vengeful ghost stained with blood on the throne.
