In the fourth year of Zhenguan, 12-year-old Li Chengqian was established as the prince.
Historical records record: Ten years later, he rebelled and was abolished. He was lame, drunk, and sensual, and died in exile in depression.
But in this life, he opened his eyes with the memory of a thousand years later.
The deposed prince? Impossible. In this life, he insists on sitting firmly in the chair in the East Palace.
The plow plows through the fertile fields, the columbine sows the seeds of prosperity, and he turns the pages of later generations' agricultural books into waves of rice before his eyes; A Qing, Yun Gu, and Xiao Lingdang weave an invisible web, and no undercurrent in the court escapes his ears. His father was suspicious, so he lowered his head and sharpened his sword, waiting for the opportunity; King Wei's remnants of the party openly and secretly attacked each other, and he uprooted them one by one; Empress Changsun was lying on the sickbed, and he held tightly not only the golden seal of the prince, but also the future of a dynasty.
In his later years, Li Jing left five policies in Pingbian. Train the new army, hold the passes, and care for the border people. The hard-core generals Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Baolin will accompany them to death. On that snowy night when the Turkic cavalry trampled the gap in the Great Wall, the young prince stood in front of the map, and for the first time the civil and military officials of the dynasty saw clearly what the power of a prince was.
In this life, the prosperous age of Zhenguan, he wanted to finish it with his own hands.
