The heavy snow made no sound, covering the red-walled palace, but it could not conceal the turbulent waves and clouds in the darkness. By the window of the East Palace, Prince Gu Xuanchen stood with his hands behind his hands, his gentle smile hiding the heavy burden related to the fate of the country; in the Duke's Mansion, the sick and frail son Xie Changan raised his eyes by the fire, and he could see through the chess game under the mist at a glance. A snowstorm closely linked the fate of two peerless young men. In this chilling winter, are they chess players or chess pieces in the hands of others? When pure white is stained with blood, can they join hands to create a peaceful dawn for the world amid these thousands of conspiracies?
Intention: Now that we know the ending, it's time to let go, right?