History books say that the Holy Emperor of the Northern Jin Dynasty slaughtered thirty-six tribes of the Yue Kingdom, but did not establish a queen for the rest of his life. He held the half-broken sword tightly in his arms when he died.
Ye Shi sneered: What is the broken sword? The hilt of the sword was clearly engraved with the forbidden pattern of the Yue Kingdom and soaked in the blood of the Holy Emperor.
No one knows that on the day when the Jin Dynasty collapsed, someone in the Imperial Ancestral Temple hissed and sneered——
"Chu Zixuan, do you think the historian dares to write... In the coffin of your imperial mausoleum, the founding emperor of the country lay down and destroyed the empire he built step by step with his own hands!" "Using the sword of Jihuan as a matchmaker, heaven and earth can learn from it!" As time goes by, his eyes were as gentle as the moon, just like the little mute in Luoyue City many years ago...
Purpose: Bind you to your bones, break her into a sheath, curse me for eternity