[Su Huan Zhen-Centric] Heaven's Mandate

I love Su Huan Zhen. Death is a path ahead of him, and nothing more than a path. To live is simply to begin the next hardship. Between life and death, he smoothed away his sharp edges, covering his softness with calm self-restraint. Layer upon layer, his blood-soaked scars became armor to protect him. He is at once composed and clear-sighted, and battered and bruised; at once a wise old hand, confident in his plans, and utterly exhausted. Yet whatever he looks like, as long as he is standing there, he can make others feel at ease, their hearts settling without panic or helplessness. I want to tell a story about a legend: a legend people heard after it had been exaggerated, distorted, blurred, and changed, and what it was really like. Theme: History is a mirror that reveals the rise and fall of nations.