The cold palace is deeply silent, and the cold fog is all year round.
He was a prince who was forgotten by the emperor. He was cold and without a trace of life.
His heart is cold, his eyes are cold, and even his smile has a clammy ghost air.
The world underestimated him, abandoned him, took advantage of him, and treated him as a chess piece.
He doesn't speak, doesn't get angry, doesn't complain.
Just waiting for the wind to blow, he will use his unintentional body to play chess in the world.
This deep palace, this court, these living beings,
They are all worthy of being a dead piece on his chessboard.
Intention: The lonely soul in the cold palace plays chess and breaks the cage of fate with unintentional intentions.