He held all the troops and horses in his hands, and with a smile he poured out all the world. He had power over the country, and his face was handsome but as cold as ice. He fought on the battlefield, and his blood stained the gauze. He strategized, and was ruthless and arrogant. Under the rain of arrows, his heart turned to gray. In the palace, his green hair turned to white. When we saw each other, love had become a tragedy. In the rivers and lakes, there was blood and blood. Above the court, undercurrents surged. With the hegemony of foreign relatives, can the four princes get out of the desperate situation? Can the dead love be rekindled? Xiaoer, this time I will love you. I will never leave you in this life, and we will depend on each other in life and death.