The Great Tang’s Long Ballad: The Zhenguan Era

The setting sun was blood-red. Lin Yan leaned against the ward wall on Vermilion Bird Street, gasping for breath. His coarse hemp robe was soaked with sweat. He gazed at the distant, imposing Taiji Palace, where the copper bells on the upturned eaves chimed in the twilight. Only then was he convinced that he had truly returned to Chang'an in the first year of the Zhenguan era...