After the new emperor Xiao Chen ascended the throne, he handed his best friend Xie Zhiwei a glass of poisonous wine
"Drink it, and I will spare your life."
After three years of imprisonment, Xie Zhiwei became the sharpest knife in the emperor's hand, making silent moves in the court chess game. Everyone knew that he was a sycophant, but they didn't know that every move he made was preparing for a shocking turn of events.
When the poisonous arrows in the hunting ground pierce the lies, when the murder case in Jiangnan reveals the injustice, when Xie Zhiwei walks out of the palace on a snowy night——
Only then did Xiao Chen understand: They were both pawns in this game of chess, and they were each other's only chess players.
"Your Majesty always says that ministers are chess pieces." Xie Zhiwei chuckled blood-stained, "But chess pieces can also bite back their masters."
The country is the scale, love and hate are the scales.
In this game, I don't ask for victory or defeat, I just ask if you and I dare to make another one in the endgame.
Intention: "Love is not about forgiveness, but choosing to move forward side by side despite knowing that the scars are still there."
Through the struggle between machinations, hatred and old love, the complexity of injury and redemption is explored - true reconciliation is not to forget the pain, but to still choose to face the endgame together after seeing all the unbearable things.