The court is like a chess game, and the human heart is like an abyss.
The emperor holds the world in his fingers, and the powerful ministers hide the wind and clouds in their sleeves.
The blood-stained dragon chair is just warm, but the blade in the dark is already cold.
Some people work every step of the way just for the sake of the Qingming Dynasty;
Some people sing and sing every night, but in fact they grind their teeth and suck blood.
When the Yi tribe's cavalry tramples the border moonlight,
When King You's secret arrow shot through the Jinluan Palace,
That heir of the Cui family who was sick and torn apart,
How to live in the shadow of a tyrant,
For this crumbling country,
In exchange for unprecedented peace?
Intent: Chess game in troubled times, the soul of loyalty is only for the common people.
