Great Tang: Restoring My Family's Glory Is My Duty

Transmigration is no blessing.

History has no protagonists. You and I are nothing but pawns.

The Xie clan of Chen Commandery.

Those four words once embodied half the splendor of Jiangzuo’s history.

Wang Dao and Xie An, the entrance to Wuyi Lane, the swallows that once nested beneath the eaves of the Wang and Xie families.

But that was three hundred years ago.

By the third year of Zhenguan, Chang'an had long since become a different world.

The Changsun, Fang, and Du clans: a new generation of powerful families stood like the midday sun.

The old clans spread like vines, their roots intertwined, leaving no opening for newcomers. The new aristocrats were tigers, carving up the court as the old clans retreated at every turn.

At court, a single word could decide life or death. In the markets, every step revealed the rise and fall of fortunes.

No matter how many books you had read or how deep your plans ran, once you entered this game, you were just a grain of sand, a drop of water, a drifting duckweed leaf.

And yet...

Sand inside an oyster can become a pearl. Water flowing into rivers and seas can carry a thousand ships. Scattered duckweed can gather into an endless expanse of lotus leaves, green as far as the eye can see.

If the family gate has fallen into dust, then polish it with your own hands.

If its glory has been lost, then start again from the beginning.

“I will restore my family’s glory. It is my duty, and I will not shirk it.”

Years later, the Xie clan of Chen Commandery had restored its former glory.

On his sickbed, the emperor gripped Xie Tan’s hand, his voice no more than a breath. “My dear Xie, do you intend to become another Sima, or follow in the footsteps of Zhuge Wuhou?”