Great Tang: The Warm Glow of Chang'an

I transmigrated, but I didn't become a prince or minister, or even a freeborn commoner.

When I opened my eyes, I was lying in a refugee camp outside Chang'an, reeking from head to toe, with an empty stomach.

The history books say this is the High Tang, the Kaiyuan-Tianbao Golden Age.

But no one told me that beneath this golden age, starving corpses and wealthy mansions are separated by just one city wall.