The imperial city is deep in the palace, and every step is a camp.
Xiao Yifeng's long sleeves were fluttering, and his gentle eyes were full of calculations. He directed and acted the turmoil one after another just to lure Xiao Li, who had returned from living outside the palace, into the chess game.
On the surface, he appears to be a kind and kind brother to the prince. His words are gentle, he offers protection, and every word is full of tempting promises. Behind his back, he has laid many traps, and people's hearts, political schemes, and imperial power are all used as bargaining chips.
Xiao Lin was trapped in a cage, and while he was wary of the other party's ubiquitous ambitions, it was difficult to escape from the deliberate warmth. In the end, it was too deep.
The relationship between flesh and blood is false, but the use of it is true;
Gentleness and comfort are the bait, and the power of mountains and rivers is the situation.
When the chess game unfolds, the two stand on opposite sides of power,
Who will become a chess piece in whose hands, and who can break the palace wall first, and join in this long tragedy.
Intention: Break away from the shackles, and in the end we can only sing together for a long time