He transmigrates and opens his eyes as Cheng Yaojin's youngest son.
The good news: He has transmigrated to the prosperous Zhenguan era of the Tang Dynasty. His father is a duke, and he can lie flat and live like a carefree fish.
Even better news: This body is born with immense strength and is impervious to blades and spears. He's a brawler blessed by heaven.
The bad news: Li Shimin has his eye on him.
“I told you to reason with them, and you sent them flying?”
“Your Majesty, I'm just a brawler.”
From then on, Chang'an has a new unruly menace. The great clans try to trip him up? Smash them. Civil officials impeach him? Beat them up. The Five Great Clans and Seven Noble Houses join forces against him? Then he'll topple the entire aristocratic order.
A brawler on the outside, he carries the wisdom of five thousand years of Chinese history within. Tang poetry and Song lyrics come effortlessly to him, and modern military tactics leave his rivals hopelessly outmatched. Others laugh at him for being all brawn and no brains, while he laughs at them for failing to see through him.
When a laid-back transmigrator dons the guise of a brawler, and a modern soul collides with the splendor of the High Tang, watch Cheng Laoliu use sheer physical force to carve an unprecedented golden age into the tableau of the Zhenguan Reign!
Sometimes it's third person, and sometimes it's first person. It's very confusing. It's terrible.
You are in the first person, which is different from the first person, and the third person is not like the third person. It makes people's brains hurt to watch them interspersed.