Looking to the far north, the wind and snow are drifting, and the horses are stained with blood. No one knows her suffering. The ground is full of heartbroken sword marks, and the thorny path is deep, who calls his soul. Si Tangbao has no friends and is traveling alone. No one understands his heart. Just look at the trend of the world, the winds and clouds are surging, who is in charge of the ups and downs? In this game of chess, who plays and who watches?