The cold snow covers the courtyard, and the red plum trees tremble. Murong Mingyi, the master of Qianji Pavilion, is involved in the whirlpool of intrigues. In the swaying snow shadow, all the traps are exhausted. In the intertwining of loyalty and betrayal, ambition and disguise, a treacherous game of intrigue is slowly unfolding... (It's just a novice who wants to try writing ancient style group portraits...)
Purpose: A novice trying to write ancient style group portraits