Chu Fengyu knew that from the day she was presented to Lu Shanhe, she was just an exquisite "gift".
The Han Dynasty was divided into three parts, the northern overlord Lu Shanhe was ruthless, and she was his "broken-winged" phoenix, trapped in a gorgeous cage. He thought she was supple and beautiful, a trophy, an embellishment.
He didn't know that she was quietly looking at the mountains and rivers in the deep palace, and listening to him behind the tent. The tea she handed could calm his anger; her unintentional words could resolve his dilemma. She uses tenderness as silk to weave every inch of her web.
In the middle of the chess game that day, the old enemy came to the city, his allies suddenly turned against each other, and Lu Shanhe was in a desperate situation. Chu Fengyu, who had been silent behind him, slowly walked out of the flames, holding a chess piece in his bare hands, pointing at the thousands-mile territory that he could only dream of:
"My lord, this time, let Feng Yu conquer these mountains and rivers for you."
From a bird with broken wings to a chess player, on this road to unifying the world, he wants the country, but she - she wants him to lose his heart.
Intention: What we seek is not mountains and rivers, only each other