A poem says: The meritorious ministers of the Purple Pavilion basked in royal favor, while the chief councilor behind the Yellow Gates directed the affairs of state. One day, thunder and fire scattered his soul; reborn in the mortal world, he found all things changed.
Another poem says: Four hundred years of rise and fall, twenty-six years of a new official career. Where are the generals and ministers of old? Behold the second most powerful man in the officialdom today.
