"We watched him build his lofty towers, and watched them crumble. In the palace and the halls of power, one person finishes their act and another takes the stage. Who can say whose fate is better? Look at how splendid his life seems now. In the end, though, we all scatter like birds to their nests."
Red walls and green tiles stained with blood, a scarlet coffin woven from human hearts! How many people has the Forbidden City devoured? How many have been trapped in the pursuit of power, unable to escape? They fought to the death, bringing ruin to their families and their nation!
In the end, some died, some went mad, some withdrew from the world, and some fell into depravity. The losers died without a whole body; the winners grew old alone... What did any of them gain?
My Dear Wife, I Really Don't Want to Take the Imperial Exams
The Turbulent Tang
The Carefree Young Noble