As Li Shimin, I Make the Tang Cede Territory and Pay Reparations

The most miserable transmigration in history + a split imperial personality + turning around a doomed national destiny

After transmigrating into Li Shimin just after his victory at Xuanwu Gate, Li Zhaza thinks he’s set for life.

“Lie flat! Enjoy myself! Isn’t being emperor all about having fun?”

He dismisses Wei Zheng, indulges the eunuchs, cuts the border forces, trades gunpowder formulas for fine Turkic steeds, and cheerfully signs one territorial-cession treaty after another.

Then foreign armies breach Chang’an. Pinned to the Dragon Throne, he watches the Turkic Khagan plant a foot on his face.

The loyal ministers cry out, “Your Majesty! Wake up!”

He closes his eyes. When he opens them again, the bloodlust has faded from his gaze, leaving only a chill cold enough to freeze the world.

“Pass on My decree.”

“Summon the Black Armored Army. Open the state treasury. Bring Me My Sword of the Heavenly Strategist.”

“I’ll clean up this mess Myself.”