"Have you ever heard a sword chirp in its box?"
"I heard it. It was the sound of not drinking blood for too long."
On the night Shen Zhao killed his family, out of a hundred and twenty-seven lives, he was the only one left alive. From then on he no longer asked "why me", only "when".
After Song Huaiyan lost his master, he walked into the dark alley of Luojing alone. From then on, there was no daylight in his world, only the remaining files, old files in the old paper pile, and a slowly tightening net.
They are two swords trapped in a box.
Ten years of dormancy, only waiting for an opportunity.
In the court, powerful ministers and relatives are still suspicious of each other, and they all think that the other party is a serious problem.
Little did he know that the real chess player had been waiting in the dark for ten years.
What he was waiting for was not death with one blow - but someone to catch the broken river and mountain after one blow.
Later someone asked: "Who won the palace coup that night?"
No one answered.
I only heard that somewhere deep in the palace, the sword in the box finally stopped ringing.
Intention: Revenge can change the person sitting on the dragon throne, but can it change the nature of power for thousands of years?
