Li Sanjian, a native of Qiongtai in Danzhou, lost his father and brothers at a young age and grew up relying on his mother for support. In order to escape the poverty that plagued his family, he embarked on the arduous path of taking the imperial examinations of the Song dynasty. All Li Sanjian wished for was to provide his family with a life of comfort, yet he was gradually drawn into the tumultuous struggles of the court, finding himself treading a thorn-strewn path. Along the way, he bore witness to the splendor and civilization of the Song. But change was looming, and the nation stood on the brink of disaster. If the skin is gone, to what can the hair cling? When the country is in peril, what becomes of home? For the sake of his loved ones, and to shield his picturesque homeland from the ravages of foreign invaders, Li Sanjian rose with resolve and fought back with all his might! With swords and armor, he charged forth like a tiger devouring the vast lands. The thunder of iron hooves sent snow flying in ten thousand heaps. Battle flags snapped in the wind, sweeping away all remnants of gloom. Even as generals fell on the battlefield clad in armor, their heroic bodies unyielding, they propped themselves up with their swords and smiled in defiance..

Feng Yewu is an ambitious empress bound by the will of others. She carries on her father's legacy, and in pursuit of her goals, she can be ruthless and unscrupulous. Yet beneath her steely exterior lies a gentle side she herself scarcely understands. Lu Jue is a palace slave, utterly devoted to her, and shares with her a fateful connection from their childhood that cannot be ignored..

An ordinary and unremarkable civil servant is unexpectedly brought back to the twenty-fifth year of the Republic by a bodhi tree. Forced to join the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, he relies on knowledge from his previous life and the mysterious powers of the bodhi tree. Navigating a turbulent era, he seeks out underground organizations and investigates Japanese spies. Amidst the sweeping tides of history, he devotes himself to his country's liberation and revival, embarking on a legendary journey through the world of espionage..

Time leaves its mark upon the fleeting years, and the fleeting years leave their touch upon youthful faces. The passage of days is relentless; once the prime of life has gone, it never returns. Under the vast sky, a slanting ray of the setting sun casts a lonely, chill light, mingled with quiet sorrow and a sense of melancholy. After all the splendor has faded, what remains is an inescapable coldness. In every life, countless passersby appear and vanish, countless scenes are glimpsed in passing, countless paths are crossed, and yet it is always those who were dearest yesterday who become the most distant strangers today. If life were without joy and sorrow, separation and reunion, could we not let the gentle flow of time carry us serenely into old age? If we did not suffer the waste and ruin of our best years, could we then dwell with calm acceptance amidst the dust and clamor of the world? Once, who was it that betrayed a cherished bond, who buried their love in the mortal world, who let the fleeting years slip by? Someday, when we vanish into the dust, whose peach blossoms, whose smoke from home fires, whose ancient stupa will lie buried in memory? Parting brings pain that cuts to the core; love, when it runs deep, cannot be restrained. The past remains vivid before our eyes. Yet at the time, it all seemed so ordinary..