In the late Kang Dynasty, the military and political envoys of vassal towns were in charge of military and political power, and vassal towns were no different from vassal states. Lu Yanqiu entered the palace as a child, was promoted to Prince's Young Master at the age of twelve, and inherited the title of Jingnan Jiedushi at the age of seventeen. When he was trapped in Jingnan, he consulted the master of the time, "Xiu Shou Xian", who gave him three tips. When Lu Yanqiu returned, he rescued a ten-year-old child and named him Kunmenglou.
With three tips, he successfully made the people of Jingnan strong and wealthy, and Kunmeng Tower became his right-hand man. It wasn't until Qianzhou soldiers came to the territory that he realized that Kunmenglou's ambitions were beyond his reach. After the Battle of Qianzhou, Yanqiu had to attack Xiangyang. What he couldn't accept no matter what was... That Menglou would betray him... So completely. He once taught him to write, plant flowers, and gather under chickens and millet, but now he usurps power and seizes the throne and throws him into prison...
He would always show a moment of tenderness after humiliating him. What on earth... Brought them to such an irreversible place... After years of dreaming, he finally understood that the similarities between Menglou and the prince Chen Jing were because he was always immersed in the memory of Chen Jing and refused to wake up. After all, it was his selfishness...
News came from the capital that King Dongping had killed Kangdi Chen Chao and that the mad prince Chen Jing had been made emperor. And when he learns that he is still "Ziwei's destiny", does he still have the energy to fight in this troubled world?
When the Kang Dynasty was overthrown, the storm was surging, and heroes were vying for the throne. Who would become the king? Who is the loser? Heavenly numerology, power and love, who can control the downfall of a life... I hope that one day, you can finally hold the wind in your hand and aspire to dominate the world, and I only want to be a hosta flower, standing alone, untainted by dust...