Everyone knows that the Xie family of the capital produced a spectacular wastrel. He spends his days roaming the streets, squandering money like water, wild and unruly, a spoiled young master who seems to have no interest in learning. All under heaven laugh at him for having no ambition. But no one knows that this carefree exterior is a disguise he has maintained for ten whole years.
Ten years ago, as chaos loomed and the realm teetered on the brink of collapse, he made himself the bait and turned the world into a chessboard, secretly placing his pieces. Powerful ministers at court, ruthless figures in the martial world, and scheming noble clans: everyone in the world is caught in his calculations, every one of them a piece in his hand. He has human cunning and the rise and fall of worldly affairs all under his control, with not a single move going wrong.
He has calculated every cause and effect ordained by Heaven and seen through the greed and delusion of all living beings. With a hand on the pieces, he determines the fate of the realm, leaving nothing unaccounted for. After ten years of intricate plotting, he is invincible across the land, yet the one thing he fails to calculate is his own heart.
His carefree manner is a mask, plotting is second nature, and the deep love hidden in his heart is his only weakness, as well as the sole variable in the grand game for the realm. He sets the chaos of an age in motion, breaks the siege around the land, and commands the fate of all living beings, yet in the end, he falls to the depth of his own devotion. The world is his game, and he is the one moving the pieces, but in the end, he alone is trapped by his heart and his love, unable to escape his fate.
