During the Tianbao era, songs and dances filled the land, and all was at peace.
Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Wei, Wang Changling, He Zhizhang, Gao Shi, Cen Shen, Yan Zhenqing, Wu Daozi, Zhang Xu... Countless legendary figures brought the splendor of the High Tang to life.
Yet a golden age is as fragile as porcelain, exquisite but easily shattered!
When he opened his eyes, he saw no poets and beauties, only an emperor steeped in extravagance.
The ghastly white bones on the shores of Qinghai!
The tragedy of Talas.
The barbarians in the northeast, watching like tigers waiting to pounce.
And the bewitching figure in Huaqing Palace, dancing the Hu Xuan while the emperor drank himself into a stupor, dreaming of immortality...
As China lost Central Asia for good, as the ancient roads between the two capitals filled with the starving dead, as foreign cavalry once more swept through Yumen Pass,
he watched the age of the “Heavenly Khan” gradually fade away, while the court remained a scene of wine and song.
Li Linfu smiled to people's faces and plotted behind their backs, dominating the government. The Yang clan was all-powerful, with influence over the entire court.
When one man meets an era!
In this last age when scholars wore swords, he wanted to win military glory and rise to the chancellorship, saving a collapsing empire.
