Damin

Emperor Jinglong suddenly collapsed and the Nine Cauldrons hung in the air. The last bit of dignity in the prosperous age was torn apart. The civil servant's pen, the relative's net, the eunuch's knife - everyone in this splendid prison is waiting for him to fall to pieces. The prince was twisted in suspicion, and the emperor's grandson died in innocence. Until the blood of Kowloon's heiress dyes the first snow in front of the white jade steps red... Four generations of history, a hundred years of rise and fall. In the end, it's just Qing Shi added a few lines of names and surnames, and Beimang added a few barren hills. Who walked in the snow back then, but now there are empty white jade steps. One country, two kinds of desolation.