The Mad Crown Prince of the Great Tang: From the Start, I Pointed My Sword at Li Shimin

“You unfilial wretch! How dare you lead troops to lay siege to the palace?!”

Inside the Taiji Palace, Li Shimin, the greatest emperor of the ages, stared at the blood-soaked steps leading to the throne. His eyes blazed with rage, and his whole body trembled.

He never could have imagined that his eldest son, Li Chengqian, whose legs were crippled and whose position as crown prince he had stripped away just half a day earlier, would summon a hundred thousand heavily armored cavalry out of thin air and surround the entire city of Chang’an!

A few hours earlier.

The court officials had mocked him, the princes had kicked him while he was down, and Li Shimin had cast Li Chengqian into hell with a single line: “For the sake of the Great Tang.”

But they didn’t know that Li Chengqian, who had died in despair, had already lived a thousand years in a dream and returned against fate with the Peerless Tyrant System!

His crippled legs had instantly healed, and he now commanded an invincible army, forged in blood and iron!

If seeking family affection had brought only betrayal and disinheritance, then he would tear up this so-called script of “a kind father and a filial son”!

In the great hall, Li Chengqian gripped a bloodstained sword and slowly drove Li Shimin back into a corner by the throne, grinning like a madman.

“Father, you had someone break my legs, and you forced me to rebel!”

“Li Tai framed me? Execute him!”

“Zhangsun Wuji schemed against me? Wipe out his clan!”

“If you don’t want to abdicate, Father, then stay right there on the throne and watch me slaughter every hypocrite in court and forge an empire that will reign supreme for all eternity!”