The world is a game of chess, and people are its pieces.
Court politics, full of intrigue and deceit; the jianghu, rife with love and hate; the streets, brimming with joy and sorrow. They are all pieces linked together on a chessboard, their collisions sparking countless little flames.
During the Zhaohong era, rumors spread among the people that the vassal princes coveted the Dragon Throne in the imperial palace. The emperor summoned their heirs to the capital to study, ostensibly for their education, but in truth to keep them as hostages.
As the heir to Prince Su, Xu Bu Ling should have been careful with his words and kept a low profile under the emperor's nose.
But then...
The crowd: "Young Lord Xu is both talented and virtuous, truly one who stays silent until he makes a stunning debut."
Xu Bu Ling: "I'm not. Don't make things up."
The crowd: "Young Lord Xu is a peerless strategist, gifted with the talent to bring peace to the realm."
Xu Bu Ling: "I'm not. Shut up."
The crowd: "Young Lord Xu is a master of both letters and arms, a capable minister in times of peace, and in times of chaos..."
Xu Bu Ling: "You all, what the hell..."
