Transmigrate and Return to the Tang Dynasty as a Female Playboy

What gave Cheng Yaojin the biggest headache wasn't court politics. It was his own daughter, the notorious “Demon Girl of Chang'an,” Cheng Le'an. This fierce daughter of a military family had no interest in studying or needlework. Instead, she loved dressing as a man and roaming the Western Market. Yesterday, she flipped over a Persian gambling house's table; today, she rented an entire floor of a Pingkang Ward building to listen to music. She pawned the jade ruyi bestowed on her by the emperor to buy a fine Dayuan steed. When the Turkic envoys held a martial arts contest, she climbed over the wall to join in and placed ten bets in a row. Her winnings could build half a princess's residence. The young dandies of Chang'an ran whenever they saw her. It wasn't because they couldn't beat her, but because whenever Cheng Le'an couldn't win a fight, she called for backup. And her backup was always from the Li imperial clan. The Censorate's impeachment memorials against her arrived like clockwork every month. Cheng Yaojin would chase her for three streets with an axe in hand, only to be left stomping his feet when she said, “Your daughter is just learning the bold spirit you showed at Wagang Stronghold, Father.” The Duke of Lu, murderous on the Golden Chimes Palace dais, could only sigh when he returned home to a courtyard full of Persian cats, Kunlun slaves, and foreign monks who breathed fire. “This girl has pulled off more outrageous capers than I did when I robbed the imperial escort!”