A Hermit's Life in the Great Tang: From the Start, I Eloped with Princess Changle

In the third year of the Zhenguan era, Li Shimin went out incognito and came across a seven-year-old girl blocking the road.

The little girl had a childish voice, but she was riding a steel mechanical tiger that puffed out white steam. She held up a finely crafted repeating crossbow and shouted, “This is a robbery! Hand over your tasty candied hawthorn sticks!”

Li Shimin was dumbfounded, and Cheng Yaojin was stunned.

Since when did the Great Tang have such terrifying mechanical engineering?!

Following the girl back, Li Shimin was even more shocked to discover…

The girl’s mother was none other than Princess Changle, Li Lizhi, who was supposed to be “dead”!

And the girl’s father, Ye Yuhang, seemed to be a down-on-his-luck scion of a minor clan on the surface. In secret, he had not only come up with potatoes, refined salt, and firearms, but even a couple of poems casually recited by him could shake the literary world of the Great Tang!

Li Shimin: “My dear son-in-law! Teach me how to build one of those mechanical tigers! I’ll give you half my empire!”

The aristocratic clans: “Please, Master Ye, take back your powers! You’ve humiliated us all!”

The talented and beautiful women of the Great Tang: “Young Master Ye, do you need any more concubines? We’re the kind who’ll keep your bed warm…”

Ye Yuhang sighed helplessly. “I really just want to be a low-key dad. It’s all because this little cotton-padded jacket has holes in it!”