An archeology, a dream for fifty years.
Archaeologist Li Qian has spent half his life studying the history of Zhenguan. The person he admires most is Li Shimin, the first emperor through the ages; the mystery he most wants to solve is the life of the deposed prince Li Chengqian.
When he opened the tomb of Li Chengqian in the Qianzhou exile colony, the mechanism suddenly broke out and he died in the tomb.
When he opened his eyes again, he had become the prince Li Chengqian who lived in the sixteenth year of Zhenguan.
At this time, he was suffering from an old disease in his right leg, Wei Zheng was seriously ill, Li Taisheng's family was prospering, and the undercurrent in the East Palace was surging. There was only the last year left before the battle for the reserve position that would change the fate of the Tang Dynasty.
He never thought about fighting for the throne.
I never thought about changing the world.
The first thing after waking up, he confessed to Li Shimin that he had had a dream for fifty years.
In the dream, he saw his own ending, the rise and fall of the Tang Dynasty, and China a thousand years later.
He took the initiative to ask to be deprived of his position as prince, just to avoid the fate in his dream.
However, the more indifferent he became to power and position, the more Li Shimin made him re-examine the son who had disappointed him.
The three-month period of recuperation was not only Li Shimin's last chance for the prince, but also the beginning of Li Qian's re-understanding of Zhenguan, Li Shimin, and history.
He will not create miracles out of thin air, nor will he bring about gods that transcend time.
He just proposed directions one by one for Datang's best craftsmen to explore, verify, and create.
Because he believes that what truly changes an era is never an invention, but truth-seeking, practice and inheritance.
History writes the ending.
And this time, he wanted to see with his own eyes what history was like
