Heavy Snow in Taichu

On the winter solstice of the twenty-sixth year of Cangliu, the snow fell so heavily that it buried the ninety-nine blood-stained jade steps of the Taichu Palace, and also buried the only sun in the empire. On that day, the deposed prince Fuyao, known as the "Kilin came to the world", used a stolen broken sword to end his twenty-six years of glory and absurdity. Even at the last moment, he was still the God that countless people looked up to. A few words in the history books erased his achievements in improving farm tools and inventing movable type, leaving only one sentence: "He is perverse by nature, unfaithful and unfilial." This is a story about the fall of the "perfect man". It is also a story about how a father destroyed his favorite son with his own hands, and how brothers fought in the light and shadow. When the perfect idealist collides with the cold iron law of imperial power, when unreserved fatherly love turns into suspicion of weighing the pros and cons. His name is Fuyao. The great roc rises with the wind in one day and soars up to 90,000 miles. But no one told him that the higher he flew, the more he would fall to pieces. "Dad, the snow has stopped, it's time for me to go."