Leaning on the railing to play the flute, swords and flowers flying, leaning on the building to listen to the wind, blood raining in the rivers and lakes.
The cold and ruthless top killer, the unidentified prodigal son, the enchanting beauty in the world of troubled times, the ambitious prince full of conspiracy, the mysterious and powerful Lord Moyue...
When the bloody rivers and lakes are involved in the dark battle for the throne,
Who can stand idly by and escape unscathed?
Who will strategize and watch the country?
Who can sing to the moon and enjoy the world?
Who cried, who sighed?