The regent, who wields power over the entire government, paints a picture of life and death with his ink brush, and determines the situation with his jokes. One hundred and eight gilt beads on his wrist are soaked in the blood of the frontier.
The sharpest knife in the secret guard camp, the cold blade hides tenderness, leaving no trace when stepping on the moon, and the black iron eagle whistle on the waist can summon the moon from the ninth heaven.
The mad dog knelt beside his master's bed every night, tying the blood-stained bandages into concentric knots.
The high-ranking prince had to wait until the middle of the night just to trace the sleeping face of his sweetheart by candlelight.
Mission: Love is equally important as country