A calm and gentle Confucian general,
The fiery god of war,
She has hidden destiny for thousands of years.
In the death land of the northern border, the two heroes of the Yan family are plotting and fighting, hoping to kill a way out for thousands of people behind them in the decadent world.
The world praises his ambition, but also doubts his intentions: does he seek hegemony? Win the hearts and minds of the people?
Only they know that the starting point of all this grand plan is just that warm gaze in the snowy night.
So, tactics are made into bricks and blood is made into pulp.
They actually use this world as their workshop to build a palace that can accommodate only one heart.
And what lies ahead is a blood curse that has been entrenched for thousands of years, and a fate that must be torn apart.
——This is a story about how to love someone "properly".
When love arrives, you need to rebuild the country to support it.
This book is about Machiavellian tactics, but it is not just about Machiavellian tactics;
War, and not just war.
It only wants to tear apart the fate of thousands of years,
Let's build a place where sincerity can be contained.
Intention: People think they are fighting for the world, but in fact they just want to give one person a home that can accommodate their sincerity.
Using the country as a chess piece, breaking the blood curse of fate, just to give her a side of the world.