Liang Yiting Transmigrates to the Tang Dynasty

Liang Yiting had taught Chinese at a top high school for five years. Her classes were known for their precise interpretations of ancient texts and vivid depictions of the flourishing Tang dynasty. She often joked that half a Tang person lived in her soul, never imagining that the joke would come true.

On a stormy night, she fell from an attic while trying to rescue waterlogged ancient books. When she opened her eyes again, familiar ceilings had given way to ornate eaves and carved beams, and a strange young man in traditional robes was addressing her in elegant, archaic language as “Miss.”

She had become an unknown orphan girl in Chang’an’s western market. Her “modern expressions” were dismissed as the ravings of a madwoman, and she could only struggle to survive with the Tang poems, Song lyrics, and historical knowledge she carried in her head. By chance, she encountered Prince Li Ke, traveling incognito, the brilliant yet ill-fated figure she knew from the history books.

Her casual recitation of “The willow catkins are no match for the snowflakes dancing on the breeze” astonished him, while her “reckless remarks” about current affairs proved remarkably astute. One was a soul from another world, carrying a thousand years of memories; the other was a royal prince trapped in a whirlpool of political intrigue. As her “foresight” collided with his struggles, and modern thinking clashed with the customs of the flourishing Tang, love quietly took root amid the bustle and turmoil of Chang’an.

But she knows how his story is destined to end. Should she keep her secrets and accompany him toward his inevitable tragedy, or defy fate and fight for a way to survive, for him and for herself, in this splendid yet cruel age?