Looking Toward Jin

When Luoyang fell, I fled south in panic with my family and a collection of ancient books. From the Rebellion of the Eight Princes to Wang Dun's rebellion, I spent fifty years walking on thin ice. In the Wei and Jin era, when powerful clans schemed against one another, a low-ranking official needed more than loyalty to survive. He had to be more cunning than anyone else. And my greatest secret was that I could always smell death coming half a step ahead of time.