In the 121st year of Daxuan Dynasty, there was a family massacre. Two families died but three children survived.
A man grew up to be a regent in the court, holding power but unable to hold the person he wanted to love.
An avenger grew up on the grassland, fighting every step of the way, only to find that he fell in love with the daughter of his enemy.
There is another one who returns from amnesia and is pushed into the same chess game by two men - she thought she was finding out the truth, but in fact the truth has been waiting for her.
Outside the chessboard, there was another person standing.
He pushed everyone's line and watched everyone's game.
In the end, he found that he had won the game, but he had become an empty shell.
This is strategy and destiny.
Everyone wins something and everyone loses something.
Intention: Everyone is in their own position, doing what they can only do. Fang Chizheng didn't want to destroy the Su family, but if he didn't destroy the whole family, he would have to die. Su Limo didn't want to push her away, but if he didn't push her away, he would betray his dead family. Jamel Xiao didn't want to use her, but his power was unstable if he didn't use her.
They all made a choice, and after the choice, no one could go back.
What I want to write is: When people get to the end, they find that no matter which choice they make, the result is the same. This is not about accepting fate, it is about seeing things clearly. Fang Jinhan finally went to the grassland to sweep graves, not because she had forgiven anyone, but because she finally understood that the living should remember the dead. This book is not a cool book, and there is no counterattack in the face. It has slow heat, restraint, and white space. But I believe that those who are willing to read on will think of these people late one night, think of the phrase "Ah Qi", and think of the sound of water droplets falling from the eaves.
This is the story I want to write. This is what I want to leave readers with.