On the day Li Xian was deposed, he knelt at Wu Zetian's feet, like a dog wagging its tail begging for mercy.
She smiled and touched his head: "Xian'er, you are too cowardly and not worthy of sitting in this position."
But she doesn't know——
She had just removed Li Xian's daughter by caesarean section, made his son a street lord, and exiled his Eastern Palace officials to Lingnan.
Li Xian knelt in a pool of blood, digging his nails into the cracks of the bricks, counting the days, and waited for four years.
For four years, he pretended to be a good-for-nothing prince who only knew how to visit brothels, drink wine and be spat on by eunuchs.
Until Zhang Yizhi stepped on his face and said, "Your Majesty is old, and it's time for the world to change its master."
That night, Li Xian took out the horizontal knife hidden under the bed board.
"Mother, you have been your favorite boy for ten years."
"Son, I will chop it into pieces and show it to you today."
[The Shenlong coup, blood flowed like a river. This time, Li Tang's empire is coming home.
