The Clear Autumn of Jiangguo

Two lifetimes of karma, one generation of heroes. With a turn of the hand, a heart of intricate wisdom. All praise the true gentleman of noble bearing and lofty ideals, Skilled in both letters and martial arts, he steadies the world. Yet who would have guessed beneath the official’s cap lies no gentleman, And on the Purple Palace throne, a shift from male to female. Laughing and discussing the winds of change, subduing foes between pillars, Alas, amid wine and song, no kindred spirit was ever found. Rising as a general, serving as a minister, reaching the pinnacle of power, Yet all was set aside with ease, stepping back to preserve oneself. Who acts for love or hate? Who strives fo...