Tang Dynasty: Don't Mess with This Reckless Young Man

I transmigrated and opened my eyes as Cheng Yaojin's youngest son.

Good news: I transmigrated to the golden age of the Tang Dynasty under Emperor Taizong. My father is a duke, and I can lie flat and live the life of a slacker.

Even better news: This body was born with immense strength and is impervious to blades and spears. Heaven has made me a born bruiser.

Bad news: Li Shimin has his eye on me.

"I told you to reason with them, and you sent them flying?"

"Your Majesty, I'm just a brute."

From that day on, Chang'an had itself a new menace. The aristocratic clans trip me up? Smash them. The civil officials impeach me? Beat them up. The Five Great Surnames and Seven Noble Houses join forces to crush me? Then I'll flip the entire aristocratic order on its head.

A brute on the outside, with five thousand years of Chinese wisdom hidden within. I can recite Tang poetry and Song lyrics at the drop of a hat, and modern military strategy gives me an overwhelming edge. Others laugh that I have brawn but no brains. I laugh because they can't see through me.

When a lazy transmigrator dons the guise of a brute, and a modern soul collides with the grandeur of the High Tang, watch Cheng Laoliu use overwhelming physical force to carve an unprecedented golden age into the portrait of the Reign of Zhenguan!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.