The day I transmigrated into Li Chengqian, the System told me, “Change the fate of the Tang dynasty to clear the level.”
So over the next ten years, I recruited scholars from humble families, lifted the maritime ban, and even secretly freed palace women from the Yeting Palace.
Then came the day the real Crown Prince Li Chengqian reclaimed his body. He stormed into the Golden Chariot Hall with a sword in hand.
Li Tai’s bloodied head rolled to a stop before the imperial throne, and the assembled ministers collapsed, screaming.
With blood on his fingertips, he pointed straight at Li Shimin:
“Father, does this realm belong to the House of Li, or to the great clans?”
The emperor on the throne stared in shock, recognizing in his son’s eyes a madness much like his own.
The shadow of the Hidden Crown Prince, whom he had once personally shot dead, now blazed anew in his own flesh and blood.
Children, Shennong is here
The layout is confusing, the plot is out of order, and it is more difficult to understand than a math problem.