Great Tang: Forcing Li Shimin to Leap Through the Xuanwu Gate from the Start

In the final years of the Wude era, two hundred thousand Turkic cavalry rode south to the Wei River, only for a mysterious young man to cut down their commander's banner in battle and flee a thousand miles.

In the first year of Zhenguan, Liang Shidu, the last of the feudal kings, suddenly died. His head was thrown beneath the Taiji Palace.

In the second year of Zhenguan, Li Shimin walked into a small tavern.

"Even if I, Li Shimin, had to jump off Xuanwu Gate, I wouldn't eat a single bite of Lin Lang's food!"

"So this is old-jar pickled cabbage instant noodles? Delicious!"

Li Jing: "Your Majesty, we set out for battle soon. The soldiers don't want anything else, just three packs of spicy strips each!"

Fang Xuanling: "Your Majesty, Tibet has sent envoys to submit and pay tribute. They have only one condition: give them a bottle of Lao Gan Ma!"

The Three Instant Noodle Princesses: "Marry one of us! No bride price needed. Just cook for all the sisters every day!"

Empress Changsun: "I heard Lin Lang has a dish that nourishes yin and strengthens yang. I have a bold idea..."

Lin Xi smiled brightly. "Brother, are you going to keep being a chef? The emperor has brought all his officials..."

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