I am a brain-computer interface researcher at Guoan, and I traveled through time and became Li Hao, the longevity king of Tianbao for five years.
On this day, an imperial edict sent my princess to the Taoist temple.
Li Mao has been silent in history for thirty years.
I don't.
I knelt down to receive the order, turned around and wrote a plan on the page.
My wife handed over information from the Taoist temple, my deceased mother left five hidden clues, and my eyes can see through anyone's flaws in three seconds.
An Lushan was still raising troops in the border town, and Li Linfu was still covering the sky with his hands in the court. The catastrophe that would change the fate of the Tang Dynasty would not come for another ten years.
Ten years is enough.
It was enough for me to change from a kneeling prince to a standing person.
