Li Shimin had gone mad.
At least, that was what the entire court believed.
The emperor had been perfectly normal, but now he would suddenly roll his eyes at thin air, as if arguing with someone, and claim that “the immortals in heaven are guiding me.”
Changsun Wuji secretly summoned the imperial physicians three times. Wei Zheng had a bellyful of remonstrances but didn’t dare speak up. Cheng Yaojin stood outside Da’an Palace holding a cow’s leg, muttering, “Has His Majesty been possessed?”
Only Li Shimin knew the truth. The person in his head was no immortal. He was clearly some transmigrated Tieba bro who argued about everything and never let anything slide.
You say we should attack the Turks? Wen Yu: “Do it. We have to. I’ll dig up every last bit of military funding for you.”
You say we should arrange a marriage alliance with Tibet? Wen Yu: “Alliance my ass. The Tang is strong enough to conquer them outright and expand our borders!”
You say you can’t get past what happened at Xuanwu Gate? Wen Yu: “Let the past go. You two can get along this time around, okay?”
One modern contrarian determined to rewrite history, and one Heavenly Khan roasted until he doubts his own life.
Sharing a single mind, sovereign and subject argue their way from the humiliation at the Weishui River all the way to the arrival of envoys from every nation.
This golden age was forged through arguments.
Not bad. I'm curious about what will happen next? That's right, my brother is such a bully.
Okay, pretty good
It's okay. Everyone has their own interests. At least I think it's not bad.
Not bad, but there has been no update for three days, so I won't enter the palace 🤭🤭
Okay, the type is novel, I'm still looking forward to how it will develop in the future.