Within the Six Kingdoms, blades flashed and swords clashed. The rulers of the six dynasties each had their own flair. Two people, each with their own ambition, met by chance when they were young and naive. For the sake of reputation, and even more for each other's safety, they joined hands, weathered countless trials, and fought their way forward. In the end, they ruled the world. They loved each other, yet hesitated in the face of interest and the greater good, turning their weapons against one another.
"Qinghe, truth be told, I never cared."
He never cared about the throne or wealth. All he cared about was that year, when the flowers bloomed and the moon was full, and the peach blossom wine in your hand, simple and fragrant.
Theme: The art of war, the way of the general, romance, and living as a person
Wow, I really like the way Jing Jiu turns black.