Li Mu transmigrated as the orphaned son of a hero from the Xuanwu Gate coup. His uncle Li Shimin held his hand and said, “Your father is gone, so I'll be your father now!”
Li Mu glanced at Empress Zhangsun behind his uncle, whose sharp glares were practically flying at him, and promptly changed his tune. “Thank you for your generosity, but I think Uncle suits you just fine.”
He thought he could live a carefree life as an idle prince, but then his uncle was getting so furious with the aristocratic clans that he nearly had a heart attack, his crown prince cousin was emo over his aching legs, his cousin the Prince of Wei was too fat to climb onto a horse, and little Jinyang kept tugging at his sleeve, asking him to tell her fairy tales.
Li Mu: Fine, I'll do it.
Concrete, blast furnaces, steam engines, firearms… Before he knew it, he'd sent the Tang Dynasty's technology tree down a strange path.
Princess Changle: “Cousin, could I borrow that firearm of yours to study it?”
Princess Jinyang: “Brother A Mu, Xizi drew your portrait!”
Fourteen-year-old Wu Zetian hugged a ledger. “Teacher, I've finished the accounts for the Royal Bank. Our interest rates are thirty percent lower than the moneylenders'.”
Li Shimin stared at a globe covered in Tang flags and fell into deep thought.
“Nephew, now that I'm ruler of the whole world, shouldn't I have a new jade seal carved for myself first?”
Very smooth, bland, feels good
Bland