My name is Li Chengqian. Prince of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin's biological son.
It stands to reason that with this status, one will have no worries about food and drink for the rest of his life. But the problem is - according to history, I was deposed in the 17th year of Zhenguan. It is now the ninth year of Zhenguan. I have eight years left.
Fortunately, there is an AI named Doubao living in my head. From the year 2300. Powerful. Can help me change my fate against the odds. ——The above are all nonsense said by Doubao himself.
In fact, what she can do now: memorize the entire text of "The Analects of Confucius", help me count dice in the casino, and have a bad mouth.
Right. Slutty mouth. An ultimate artificial intelligence from the year 2300, whose biggest hobby is complaining about her host.
I said I was the prince. She said: "Hello, son of Tian Khan. Whether you can survive tomorrow depends on your performance."
OK. At the beginning, the Prince's Mansion was extremely poor. Someone in the court wanted to mess with me. My good brother Li Tai was applying eye drops behind my back every day.
But I have an advantage that others don't have - there is an AI living in my head.
Although she is just a bitch now. But it doesn't matter. I can raise her.
