He was just a low-ranking deputy general and he was a prince. They met on the battlefield but it turned out to be the beginning of a complicated and beautiful story. Murong Yu was a very confident man - until he met Han Xin. There was naught he could not get; there was naught he could not destroy. To let live or not, was all up to him. He was the future ruler of Great Yan thus it was only natural that the world should bow down at his feet. However, he had never thought that one day he would lose control of it. That even his own will would be uncontrollable. Murong Yu could neither get nor destroy this prisoner of war. Han Xin had never given a care about the world - until he met Murong Yu. He had never cared about anyone, nor had anyone cared about him. It did not matter if he was alone or sad, as long as he could still laugh, life would go on. He had learned long ago how to not question, how not to believe, how not to lose and how not to care. Destiny's uncaring teasing and humiliations had already become numb to him. That's right, he did not have a care in the world. Even if it was this Crown Prince of Great Yan who had started to warm up to him.