So this is what fate is like when it sets out to torment someone: it never leaves them the slightest room to breathe.
The late Qing and early Republican era was a time of turmoil.
Her father was falsely accused and imprisoned, and all the family’s property was seized. On a night of torrential rain, she gazed at him from afar through the sheets of rain. He was a powerful man who moved the pieces on the board, watching coldly as she struggled through the mud. She was a strategist walking on thin ice, trying to survive step by step in the narrow spaces of the law.
“I’ll do what the marshal can’t.”
“I want the nation to belong to its people.”
She secured control of the railways, overhauled the currency, and purged the old ranks. From distrust and wariness to standing side by side, even those with different ideals could walk the same road.
But fate was cruel, always envious of lovers.
As the Northern Expedition began and foreign invaders drew near, he led his troops through the pass and into a blood-soaked battlefield. Her ideals scattered like leaves in the wind, and half her friends were gone. She traveled overseas to join the revolution.
Adrift in a chaotic age, all people suffered. Warlords rose up one after another, but love endured. The wheels of a great era rolled on, bringing exploitation, assassination, and betrayal in their wake. Across a thousand miles of mountains and passes, after years apart, who would think only of private gain, and who could share the fate of a nation?
Welcome to Six Dynasties, What Happened? Come step into a story of Republican-era China~
