In the last years of the dynasty, the power of the crossbow was at its end.
A wealthy family, the prince of the East Palace, new nobles, relatives of the emperor, close ministers of the emperor, old military veterans, generous Confucian scholars... Under the lingering power of the setting sun, an undercurrent surges.
Noble born, arrogant and unruly - literary and military, looking at the sea, where will he return?
Rigid and self-disciplined, the pillar of the family - to control the world, you must turn the tide, and the storm will be like darkness.
He wandered around the Imperial Academy, was naughty and indulged in indulgence - he was young and frivolous, sighed and wandered in pursuit of foolish pursuits, and became a king and tyrant.
Wandering around all day, taking things as they come - feeling at ease, suddenly there are ups and downs, great changes, cicadas shed turbid currents.
Or a noble lady with an extraordinary fate and unpredictable love, a beautiful man with clever strategies and deep thoughts, a gentleman with a gentle temperament and outstanding talents, a poor man with a big heart and struggling to survive, a arrogant and extravagant daughter of the emperor who is trapped by love...
The building will collapse, the jade and stone will be burned, the future is uncertain, and the old wine will become old;
The mountains are suddenly shaped, the rivers are surging, and the map of mountains and rivers makes people sway.
Intention: This feeling has become a memory, and I was already at a loss at that time.