Ye Qing had just received his demolition compensation when he transmigrated to the Tang Dynasty. The moment he opened his eyes, he was in the imperial prison.
He had become a remnant of the former Crown Prince Li Jiancheng’s faction, and was due to be executed soon.
A refined old scholar talked at length with him. Fortunately, the man treated him to plenty of fine food and wine. Since Ye Qing figured he’d soon die and return to the twenty-first century as a newly rich man, he held nothing back.
“Ye Qing, are you saying land is what brings dynasties to ruin?”
“Ye Qing, are you saying no dynasty can last more than three hundred years?”
“Ye Qing, are you saying Emperor Yang of Sui was reviled in his own time, yet his deeds benefited the ages?”
“Ye Qing, are you saying there was once a country where the emperor defended the capital and died with his realm, and the ruler would neither cede territory, pay reparations, arrange marriage alliances, nor pay tribute?”
Ye Qing: “Old man Xuancheng, that’s enough questions. We’re both about to die. Wouldn’t it be better to just wait for it in peace?”
Crash!
The prison wall collapsed.
Li Shimin, known for honoring the worthy and treating talent with respect, said, “Master Ye, I am Li Shimin. I beg you to set aside your grievances and serve in my court, so that all under heaven may pay homage to the Great Tang!”
