In the 30 years since the founding of the country by Da Yu, the foundation has been decayed and the people's resentment has been undercurrent. The power of the Mo family is overwhelming, and the royal family is walking on thin ice. The so-called peaceful and prosperous era is nothing more than a papery country.
Chu Jin, the owner of the Chu Tower who went to Beijing and returned to the capital, is gentle, elegant, and well-mannered. He is a laid-back young man praised by everyone. No one knew that this seemingly indifferent young man was the only surviving direct bloodline of the Chu Dynasty. He had been dormant for more than ten years, using the teahouse as a hub to secretly station 100,000 troops, just waiting to raise his troops to regain his homeland.
Mo Linyuan, the second son of the Mo family, was a good-for-nothing playboy in Beijing. He was ignored by his father and despised by his elder brother. But no one saw the sharpness in his casual eyes, and no one knew how much ambition he had hidden in his heart.
One wants to restore the old country, and the other wants to subvert the old system. They were supposed to fight to the death, but they chose to join forces in the chaos. It's not about making a wedding dress for anyone, but it's about overturning this rotten chessboard together and establishing a new set of rules.
A country thousands of miles away can never be conquered by one person. When the two of them stood side by side on the tower of the New Imperial City, with the orderly market at their feet, Mo Linyuan suddenly smiled:
"I've never been so free."
Chu Jin didn't look back and raised the corners of his lips slightly.
"Then let's keep it together."
Intention: All peoples are blades, lying in the dust
