An encounter in Dizhou Mansion thirteen years ago, a fire in Fengdu City seven years ago, and a night of massacre on Shutu Peak four years ago. In the imperial city where the storm is rising suddenly, the authorities can't help but blame themselves, and future generations can't help but lament that fate has manipulated people. Who are the hands behind the scenes, and where will their fate push them?
The cold wind is biting, and when the devastated disguise is torn apart, can we get the bloody truth? The way of heaven is clear, and when we see the turbulent rivers and lakes, can we have the ordinary life of morning bells and evening drums? If we had never met before, maybe we could still be separated now, and we would never miss them so much...
I am a melancholy guest in the human world. I know what happened to you, and I burst into tears. I recall my life with the sound of heartbreak.