Soul transmigrated to the mid-Tang dynasty, the age of empire, with a formidable empress.

Entering the ranks of monks, ten years of wealth and honor are not as good as a medicine seller in Luoyang.

The Di Gong case, shrouded in clouds and mists, who is pulling the strings behind the scenes?

The two Wu vie for the throne, the two Wei compete for the palace, and the two Li take turns in power.

At the Crane Control Bureau, young Zhang plays the flute, the lotus blooms brilliantly, but it’s still not as alluring as Wulang’s slender waist.

Imperial relatives, aristocratic families, countless power holders.

In the end, when life comes to its natural close, who can live even half as long?

A pawn crossing the river, with no way back, turns the hand to summon clouds, flips the hand to bring rain—watch my schemes and stratagems.

Brewing clear tea, waving a palm-leaf fan, delighting in painting the brows of a lovely wife, idly enjoying the gentle breeze and drifting clouds.