Li Mo transmigrated into the body of Li Jing’s grandson and did everything outrageous in Chang’an.
He earned a notorious reputation for wasting the family fortune on cockfighting and dog racing, even leaving Li Shimin shaking his head with a sigh.
When the Turks invaded the borders, he took a modern skateboard for a spin down Zhuque Avenue, drawing crowds from across the city.
That night, when the Eastern Palace caught fire, he actually mixed up fire-extinguishing powder using chemical formulas.
Li Shimin stared at the powder residue. “This boy is pretending to be mad and foolish. What is he really after?”
Forced into court, he complained that it was dull even as he improved the curved-share plow and invented the steel-blistering method.
The daughter of Chang’an’s richest man, Princess Jinyang, a female general disguised as a man, and Wu Meiniang, a young palace maid from the Ye Ting Palace, one after another entered his life.
Before he could settle the debts of four tangled romances, he was sent to the front lines of the campaign against Goguryeo.
Li Mo sighed. “I just want to be a happy loafer.”
Yet on the battlefield, he blew open Liaodong’s gates with gunpowder.
As he lay dying, Li Shimin clasped his hand tightly. “Watch over this realm for me...”
When Li Zhi ascended the throne, Li Mo stood in the shadows of the Taiji Palace and smiled faintly. “Even a salted fish can turn over. It’s time I found another way to live.”
