A once-glorious dynasty is nearing its end, and hungry jackals roam the borderlands. At this final hour, with a crossroads veiled in mist, which path leads to the light?
The officialdom is filthy, and hearts are in turmoil. Perhaps the years of grime in the great hall must be swept away, so one can face the end with a clear conscience. Or perhaps one should plunge into the stinking sea of desire, stir up a storm, and make one last desperate stand.
Some struggle to hold up the broken mast of a listing ship, while others walk away along the shore, gripping rough towropes in their hands. If I insist on going my own way, resolutely heading down a lightless path, will I still deserve to feel your warmth?
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They say that when a nest is overturned, no egg survives. Mu Nanye, however, is determined to make strong young eagles take flight even from the ruins. He will stop at nothing to do so, and even if everyone hates him, he will never regret it. But someone comes bearing light, catches his exhausted hands, and lifts up the last hope with him.
“If you would be a player of wicked games, then take up this piece, mine alone, and make your move.”
“Wherever your gaze falls, I will raise the banners of your victory.”
Straight-laced, love-struck general gong x dark-faced but soft-hearted chancellor shou
The setting is entirely fictional. Everything is made up by the author’s imagination. Any similarities are purely coincidental.
Theme: Even beneath a fallen nest, some eggs can survive
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