The Return of the Glorious Tang Dynasty

As soon as Wei Renshi stepped outside, a gentle, warm current of air slowly rippled around him, brushing past his fingertips and skimming his hair, gliding serenely over the tender shoots of spring grass that had quietly sprouted all around. A shaft of sunlight, piercing the clouds, filtered through the branches, scattering specks of pale gold and carrying a soft, gentle warmth.

Wei Renshi drew a deep breath and slowly surveyed his surroundings. The courtyard, though small, was bathed in sunlight; the house, though humble, was clean and orderly. The only maid left in the household hurried inside with a wooden basin, then rushed off toward the kitchen fire. As she passed Wei Renshi in the tiny yard, she flashed him a smile as warm as the morning light falling from the sky.

The matron of the house, her clothes a bit worn but spotlessly clean from repeated washing, was strict as ever. She stepped out and addressed Wei Renshi, “Come, my son, go wash up and don’t delay your morning reading!”

Wei Renshi answered her with a smile and walked to the cramped study. The collection of books was modest, but every volume bore the marks of frequent use—testament to the diligence of the body’s previous owner, a studious and earnest scholar.

It had been a week since he had inexplicably become the master of this body, and at last, he was slowly growing accustomed to life in this time and place. The household was that of a once-prosperous, now-declining minor landowner; the body was young and not yet fully grown, the daily fare meager, the clothing thin, and the fam