During the Wufu years, the situation was changing, and deep in the palace, a thrilling legend was quietly unfolding. Jiang Yin, a young monarch, holds supreme power, but is frightened at every step in the maze of power. He seized the throne with the courage of killing his father and suppressed all parties with an iron fist, with endless desire for power burning in his eyes. However, the high dragon chair was like a lonely peak, pushing him into the abyss of loneliness and pain. He buried his uneasiness and loneliness deep in his heart, but in his confrontation and interaction with Ling Sheng, he quietly revealed his inner fragility and softness.
Ling Sheng, a general wearing armor, sticks to his principles and is not swayed by intrigues. He is old-fashioned and serious, and does not understand amorous feelings, but it is precisely because of this persistence that he remains sober and firm in the craze of power. He despised Jiang Yin's machinations, but his heart was rippled and wavered in the face of Jiang Yin's complex and multifaceted character. Their emotions quietly took root and sprouted under the shadow of the palace, but became increasingly entangled in the pull of power and morality.
Their conflict is not only a competition for power, but also a collision of ideas. Jiang Yin wanted to strengthen the country by centralizing power, while Ling Sheng focused on the stability of the people and their well-being. The difference in concepts makes their cooperation and confrontation exciting, and also makes their relationship swing between love and responsibility, full of variables.
Until that sad night, Ling Sheng held the Yin Sword in his hand, and the blade was pointed directly at Jiang Yin. Everything seemed to be a foregone conclusion. Jiang Yin was forced to make a difficult choice again. He lived for power all his life. As a king, his destiny was tightly bound by the country. In order to appease the people and satisfy his selfish desires, he still embarked on a path similar to that of patricide in his youth. Under the shadow of power, their love and hate are intertwined, and every fluctuation of their emotions is like the stormy waves in the palace, which makes people heartbroken and filled with emotions.
——My life is like a fleeting glimpse. I have lost all my loved ones, my true love has become empty, and I have finally lost my true heart. Is what I have done in this life wrong?
——Repent?
The painting is stained with blood, the lotus in the heart is burned to ashes,
Yinlong lights up the lamp to keep the country stable.
The king is confused and confused,
Love cannot last, and hatred lasts for thousands of years.
Intention: Everyone wants results, but sometimes the process is the result.