Sima Ling died on a winter night at the age of thirty-four.
The dagger he had given him personally penetrated his heart from the fourth rib on the left side. The man holding the sword is He Shubai, a counselor he has trusted for fifteen years - the bargaining chip is the lives of seventy-two members of the He family.
When he opened his eyes again, he fell back to the nineteen-year-old Leng Gong Xue Ye. The old wounds haven't been resurfaced, the big mistakes haven't been made, and it's still not too late.
It's just that he didn't calculate that the person who came to the door three months later in the previous life would come a full two and a half months earlier in this life.
He Shubai in the snow lost the impeccable calmness in his memory. He was rubbing his hands and stamping his feet in the cold. He was talking in plain English. There was no trace of old resentment in his eyes, only a bit of inquiring curiosity.
Like a different soul inside the same shell.
A man with a blood feud that lasted for fifteen years put him at the top of his revenge list;
A secret hidden from time travel, just seeking a place in the cracks of imperial power.
He used him as a knife to split the deadlock in the North, and he used his chessboard to chart his own path. Temptations are hidden in small talk, and suspicions are buried in the chess game. As the two people walk, they become the only ones who can understand each other.
From the snow in Danzhou to the fire in Bianguan, from the abandoned son under the steps to the center of imperial power.
Sima Ling finally believed in He Shubai once, and He Shubai finally put his life in this game of chess.
Under the imperial power, everything is useless.
A close friend will never meet again.
Intention: Individual destiny under the influence of imperial power, character and choice of knowing one another