My soul travels back to the mid-Tang, an era of empire and a formidable empress.
Serving as a curtain-side monk, ten years of riches cannot match a medicine seller in Luoyang.
The Di Gong cases, with their tangled mysteries: who is pulling the strings?
Two Wu rivals fight for the throne, two Wei clans struggle for the palace, and the two Li clans take turns rising and falling.
At the Crane Control Bureau, young Zhang plays his flute, and lotus flowers bloom. Yet none can match the slender waist of Fifth Master Man.
The imperial clan, consort families, aristocratic houses: countless powerful figures rule the land.
But in the end, all must meet their destined deaths. Who can survive even half of it?
A pawn crosses the river with no way back. I turn my hand and make clouds, flip it and summon rain. Behold my schemes and stratagems.
I brew clear tea and fan myself with a silk fan. When the mood strikes, I paint my beloved wife's brows. In idle moments, the breeze is light and the clouds are calm.
The wordless stele is inscribed with rise and fall, victory and defeat. Looking back, all I see is a dazzling blur.
