Chen Mo, a man with a secret past, was working on an assembly line at a factory when he unexpectedly acquired a bronze door ring that could take him back and forth to the Tang Dynasty.
On the streets of Chang'an in the thirteenth year of the Zhenguan era, he saved Princess Jinyang, Li Mingda, with a lighter.
“Is this a divine artifact?” Xiao Sizi asked, eyes wide.
When Empress Changsun fell gravely ill, he pulled out some antibiotics. “This medicine might be worth a try.”
Li Shimin grabbed his wrist. “If you can save Guanyinbi, I will grant you a mansion in Chang'an and a thousand taels of gold!”
He improved papermaking, presented plans for horseshoes, and helped the Tang army crush the Turks.
“Qing Chen, you truly are a lucky star sent to me!” Li Shimin laughed, clapping him on the shoulder.
Watching Li Mingda, who had died young in the history books, run around full of life, and seeing Princess Changle escape a political marriage.
Chen Mo gripped the door ring tightly. This time, I will make up for the Tang Dynasty's regrets.
