Chen Zhonglin never knew what death was like. Until he was pulled off his horse and the tip of the knife cut his skin, until he slowly left his homeland and disappeared into the wind and snow of Yan State. For the first time, he felt the fear that death brought him. Sometimes when he looked at his hands and feet covered with frostbite on the road, he would regret it. If he had died, maybe he wouldn't have to deal with death again and again.
But he knew he didn't deserve to die.
Because the master said that the prisoner of Chu in the south is like a phoenix.
Chen Zhonglin was on the prison car, crying but without tears. He couldn't be the emperor, so why did he marry a man!