After transmigrating as Cheng Yaojin’s son, Cheng Chumo plans to keep a low profile, lie flat, and live as an idle young wastrel. But on the very first day, the System assigns him a mission: “Host, successfully play a prank on Li Shimin to receive a mysterious bonus bundle!” Cheng Chumo rubs his temples with a wry smile and has no choice but to steel himself and sneak into the imperial study. Just as he adds a special ingredient to Li Shimin’s teacup, a familiar roar comes from behind him: “You little brat, what are you doing?!” Cheng Chumo’s hand shakes, and the whole packet of pepper spills into the cup. Meanwhile, Li Shimin cheerfully lifts it to his lips…
A warm, pungent breeze mixed with the scent of sandalwood drifted into his nose. Cheng Chumo suddenly opened his eyes. His head throbbed as if Cheng Yaojin had personally treated it to a punch from one of his enormous fists.
His gaze fell on an intricately carved bed canopy, with brocade curtains hanging low. A smooth, wonderfully soft silk quilt covered him. He stiffly turned his neck. There was a round huanghuali table, antique-looking porcelain, and an enormous rhinoceros-horn bow hanging on the wall… Then there was the pale-moon-colored ancient robe he was wearing, made of material far too fine for comfort.
“Ugh…”
Fragments of memories that weren’t his surged into his mind with a crash, making stars dance before his eyes.
Cheng Yaojin… Duke of Lu… Cheng Chumo… The Zhenguan era…
Good grief! Did the Transmigration God work so much overtime that he got confused? Of all the sets he could have dropped me on, he sent me straight to the early Tang dynasty? And I’ve become Cheng Yaojin’s famously none-too-bright eldest son?!
In his previous life, he’d just been an ordinary corporate drone, the sort whose sudden death from overwork might go unnoticed. In this life, he’d been reborn at the very top, as the son of a duke
Clear thinking, humorous, big enough imagination, well written Overall, it's quite humorous.