In the twenty-third year of the Great Era, the Jingbei Hou Mansion collapsed overnight.
There were more than 300 people in the house, and they were executed at the Meridian Gate for the crime of "collaborating with the enemy and conspiring to rebel." On that day when the streets were stained with blood, the fourteen-year-old prince Shen Du was dragged out of the sea of blood from the mountain of corpses and thrown into a mass grave outside the city.
Ten years later, in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, someone dropped a sunspot in a dilapidated teahouse.
The man in green shirt opposite raised his eyes, his brows were clear and his smile was warm: "How long have you been playing this game of chess, sir?"
"Ten years." The man in Xuanyi's voice was low, like a knife cutting across the ice on a winter night, "Will you answer it?"
Shen Du looked at the densely packed killing moves on the chessboard and suddenly smiled.
He answered.
From then on, above the court and far away from the rivers and lakes, the fate of the two people was like two tangled threads, twisting tighter and tighter, and they could no longer be separated. One wants to overturn old cases and clear up grievances, while the other wants to set up a dark web and plot the world. They tested each other, used each other, and were wary of each other - but unknowingly, they became each other's weakness that they were least willing to admit.
But in this world's chess game, no one can escape unscathed.
When the truth of the past was peeled off layer by layer, and when the buried blood gushes out of the ground again, Shen Du discovered that sitting opposite the remnant chess game was not only a cold-blooded pavilion master, but also a tampered secret of the dynasty.
And Pei Ye finally understood that the person he had spent ten years setting up was actually himself.
——"In my life, I have killed many people and betrayed many people, but I don't want to betray you."
——"Then don't take the blame."
There are crossings in the cold mountains, and what crosses are people and their hearts.
Purpose: In troubled times, what is the right path? When power and conscience cannot be achieved at the same time, how should people deal with themselves? Real strength is not to conquer the world, but to keep one's heart in the mud.