In the winter of the 23rd year of Jinghe, the old emperor died. Prince Lin Sheng succeeded to the throne, and the second prince Lin Jin was granted the title of King of Changshan.
Half a year later, King Changshan wielded his sword and forced the palace to seek power and usurp the throne. He changed the name of the country to Daguang, imprisoned his brother in a water prison, and gave him poisonous wine.
Emperor Lin Jin had a person who was near and dear to his heart. He was as hard to touch as the scorching sun. He longed for him so much that he favored a little eunuch who looked exactly like that person on the gilded dragon bed every night, calling that person's name.
Several souls were trapped in the whirlpool, entangled with each other.
"Is this throne so important?"
"When I took off my purple belt, I heard six years of obsession hidden in the ambergris."
"Scars earn me the right to stand by your side, but you still turn a blind eye."
"The meeting seven years ago was a bad fate."
The elder brother is no longer a stumbling block in seizing the throne. The bones of the stupid secret guard are buried in the Merlin, and the familiar tenderness is broken under the tower.
This man, in this world, has nothing left.
"When thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were shattered into powder, I was still trapped in my feelings and was a puppet."
This blood-sworn desire for power and obsession will eventually push everyone into the abyss.
Purpose: Don't let power blind your true heart, cherish the sincere emotions around you.