I Went All Out in the Tang Dynasty, Where Tang Poetry Had Vanished

I transmigrated to the Tang Dynasty and discovered that Li Bai, Du Fu, and Bai Juyi had all vanished.

Destitute and desperate, I recited "Heaven made me talented for a reason" in the street. A wine jar burst, and amber nectar formed a cascading waterfall of illusions.

The whole city was in an uproar. They said it was a long-lost "poetic spirit made manifest."

The mysterious foreign dancer Yunu invited me to Pingkang Ward, and nobles flocked to my door, begging me to write poetry for them.

Crown Prince Li Chengqian came in disguise. "I need someone skilled with words to draft proclamations for me."

But Yunu whispered in my ear, "His Majesty is looking for the person who can write 'Her robes are clouds, her face a flower.'"

I broke into a cold sweat. The second half of that poem was a forbidden line that foretold a woman becoming emperor. (I saw this idea online and got inspired, so I wrote this book. I hope all you handsome men and beautiful women won't take it too seriously!)

Starting a book is hard, so I hope you'll show it plenty of support.