In the year when the general's clan was destroyed, the general was twenty-one years old.
After the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty said that he was a rebellious minister, the imperial power was jealous of him, the aristocratic families were afraid of him, and the world scolded him. Three years later, he returned from the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses at the border, still carrying charges that he could not clean up.
No one knew that the first clue he held would lead to a shocking old case that was tampered with twenty years ago.
No one knew that Feng Xuan, the gentlest and most inconspicuous seventh prince in the palace, had been watching in the dark for ten years.
The generals did not believe in the human heart, and Feng Xuan did not believe it even more.
One would rather bear the wind and snow alone than implicate the innocent; the other sees through the coldness of the world, but wants to seek innocence for him.
They went from testing each other to entrusting each other with life and death.
It wasn't until the truth was peeled back layer by layer that it was discovered that the unjust case of the general, the death of the abandoned concubine, and the emperor's secret were all part of the same bloody chess game.
The world is full of doubts.
Only the emperor and the ministers are loyal.
And when the country changes hands and hundreds of officials bow their heads——
The real low point in a general's life is never his pride.
It is the sincerity that I have refused to give to others for half my life.
Intent: True love is not about choosing for the other person, but about knowing the whole truth and still being willing to shoulder the responsibility.