No Regrets When You Make a Move: Change the World with One Move

In the seventeenth year of Dayun Chao Jinghe's reign, there was a great victory in the north. The third prince Xiao Mo led his army to defeat twelve Turkic tribes in a row, and his troops pointed directly at the royal court. All it takes is one last battle to accomplish all the work and bring thirty years of peace to the northern frontier of the dynasty. However, the imperial edict ordered him to return to Beijing because his mother was critically ill. Xiao Mo tore up the imperial edict, and three days later, the Turkic royal court was burned to the ground. On the day when the master returned to the court, the people lined the streets and cheered, but what awaited him on the imperial steps was the thirty-three memorials from the Imperial Palace - "Resisting orders and disobeying filial piety, supporting soldiers with self-respect, and plotting evil intentions." Father looked at him and said only one word: derogatory. Youzhou, a bitter and cold place, far away from the court. Xiao Mo sat in the drafty post house and smiled at the only remaining bodyguard beside him: "They think that by throwing me here, I will lose this game of chess?" He opened the Youzhou household registration book and put a red circle on a name - Xie Xuan, the last "Military God" of the previous dynasty, was imprisoned in Youzhou for ten years by Dayun and looked like a useless person. Under that name, he wrote a second name - Shen Sanniang, the owner of the underground casino in Youzhou, known as the "Living King of Hell". In the middle of the night, someone sent a letter, signed "A person who wants to take a gamble", and there was only one sentence in the letter: "Your Highness, the water in Youzhou is deeper than you think. I have been exploring for you for three years, and it's time to close the net." Xiao Mo put the letter against the candle and watched it burn to ashes. "Okay, then accept it."