Fishing Boats Sing in the Evening to Set the Mountains and Rivers

The salty sea breeze carried despair, blowing him from the overtime desk in the rental house into the troubled fishing village of Dajing Dynasty. Shen Yan once thought that he just wanted to protect his mother on the hospital bed and ask for a full meal. But the fishermen's swords, the corrupt officials' taxes, the waves of the sea, and the fire of troubled times pushed him to desperate situations time and time again. It was her, dressed in plain clothes and carrying the scent of medicine, who handed him a bowl of life-saving medicine when he was in a panic. She also handed him the only tenderness and confidence in troubled times. From the boy on the fishing boat to the emperor in the Golden Palace, he walked a journey of blood and fire, but he always remembered the clear light in her eyes when she raised her eyes to look at him at dusk by the sea. He was determined to make a decision in this world, and he would only defend it for her.