The Xuanwu Gate Incident was a foregone conclusion to everyone else, but to Li Chengqian it was merely the coldest page in a history book he'd just finished reading. Killed in a car accident, he had somehow become the Tang dynasty's crown prince, the one destined to be deposed. Looking at his young face in the bronze mirror, he smiled. The history books said he had “behaved improperly and been deposed after plotting a rebellion”? That he had lost to Li Tai and Li Zhi? Fine. He was eager to see how the Tang dynasty, the Heavenly Khan's renown, and the rushing currents of history would veer onto a mad new course when a soul from another age took up residence in a body destined for tragedy. If the crown prince's seat was fated to be at the heart of the storm, then he would be the hurricane at the helm. He would hold the historian's brush in his own hands.
