The Orphaned Emperor: Li Er's Daily Guilt

The Xuanwu Gate Incident had barely ended, and the new Tang emperor, Li Shimin, was jolting awake from nightmares every night.

In his dreams, the black-robed emperor who had conquered all under heaven pointed at him and cursed him as a usurping traitor!

In reality, his three-year-old legitimate eldest son, Li Chengqian, suddenly came down with a high fever. When he woke, his eyes were as cold and fathomless as an abyss.

Qin Shi Huang, the emperor hailed through the ages, had been reborn as the Tang crown prince, carrying the fortune of the Dragon Ancestor!

Trapped in a toddler's body, he even yawned while drinking milk.

Yet with a single sip of fermented milk, he could casually expose the fatal flaw in the court's political situation, leaving the ministers Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui drenched in cold sweat.

The Turks threaten the Wei River? At three years old, I appoint the generals and grant Li Jing the might to crush the invaders, wiping out their entire tribe in one fell swoop!

The Five Surnames and Seven Great Houses run rampant? I shall borrow the dragon's aura to bring down heavenly punishment and force those centuries-old clans to kneel and beg for mercy!

From reforming the imperial examinations to turning my sword toward the Western Regions, from establishing protectorates to claiming thousands of miles of territory.

Watching this heaven-defying young son, more like an emperor for the ages than himself, decisive and ruthless, Li Shimin was utterly panicked.

The three-year-old crown prince stood with his hands behind his back. His childish voice carried a fearsome authority: “Father, don't panic. I have no intention of taking your throne. I merely wish to unite all nations under heaven for the Tang.”