The Dayong Dynasty flourished and then declined in the 170 years since its founding. The imperial court is divided into three parties: the imperial party, the aristocratic party, and the vassal party. In the north, there are Shuomo cavalry knocking on the gate every year, and in the west, there are Qiang tribes who are eyeing them. The inland water transportation is controlled by the powerful, the national treasury is empty, and the people's livelihood is in decline. The old emperor is old and feeble, the prince is benevolent, all the princes have their own agendas, the family is deeply intertwined, and centuries-old evils are like rotten wood. A storm of overturning is already brewing. Some people hide their edge in a deep house, using intelligence as a blade, hoping to wash away the blood feud of their family; some people pretend to be crazy in the capital, using forbearance as their armor, hoping to save thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. They are close friends who meet each other in chess, and they are the only light in each other's darkness. But what stands between them is a fateful misunderstanding ten years ago that no one was wrong about, but that will never be resolved.
The mountains and rivers will finally be at peace, and we can know that we are strangers. If we don't see each other in this life, everything will be reduced to ashes.
Intention: Powerful plots are more than court calculations, family and country are not empty slogans; blood and family ties are torn between desire for power and justice, and personal destiny is tightly bound to the destiny of the dynasty. It does not write about pure good and evil. Everyone has obsessions and weaknesses, different positions, and different choices.