The general with frost armor and the crown prince with a hidden blade in honey forged a forbidden bond in the bloody conspiracy.
Xiao Lin, the commander-in-chief of the Zhenbei Army who was responsible for the blood feud of exterminating his family, used the art of war as a prison and devoted his life's strategy into those gray-blue eyes. He taught Chu Yan how to hold a sword, but he didn't expect that the wolf cub he raised by his own hands had already carved the sound of his heartbeat into a heart-wrenching war drum.
Chu Yan, the mixed-race abandoned son of the Prince of Zhenbei, used twenty years of docility to weave the web of his father's prison master. When he tore off the innocent disguise and exposed his fangs, he was shocked to realize that the boundary between hunter and prey had been burned to ashes when they hugged each other for warmth on a snowy night.
From the master-disciple game in the art of war sandbox to the back-stabbing defense of each other, they used their wounds to convey their unspoken feelings. When the truth peels off layer by layer with the blood scabs, the most cruel situation turns out to be each other's weakness - he resisted the decree and ruined his future for him, he burned the letter of surrender on his heart, and in the strangulation of imperial power and blood, he composed a song of eternal regret for those who rebel against fate.
The sparks that flew up when the two blades collided illuminated the tangled black hair and frosty hair in the cage. There is no winner in this game of chess, only the madness that crushes mountains and rivers together, burning love and hate into embers that history books dare not write about.
Intention: Never give up the trap