Great Tang: From the Start, I Foresee the Ages and Terrify Li Er

In the ninth year of Wude, the Xuanwu Gate Incident erupted.

Blood stained the Taiji Palace. Li Shimin fixed a dark gaze on Chu Yuan, a court recorder, and held a sword to his neck. “How should today’s events be written in the history books?”

Facing death, Chu Yuan tossed aside his brush with a cold laugh. “What’s the point of changing the past? If you have the nerve, I’ll write you a Future Court Diary!”

“In three months, the Turks will reach the Wei River, and you’ll be forced into a humiliating treaty!”

“In your later years, you’ll become obsessed with elixirs, and the Crown Prince will rebel!”

“In the end, the Tang realm will fall into the hands of a woman surnamed Wu!”

The entire court was outraged. Li Shimin thought Chu Yuan had gone mad and threw him into the death cell.

But as the crisis at the Wei River and upheavals at court came true one after another, the rulers and ministers of the Tang were thrown into a panic.

In the dead of night, Li Shimin forgot all imperial dignity and rushed to the prison. His knees buckled as he pleaded, “Sir, you are a man of great talent. Please save the Tang!”

From that moment on, the Tang court’s style changed completely.

Wei Zheng: “A single word from Mr. Chu is worth a hundred of my remonstrances, even at the cost of my life!”

Changsun Wuji: “How can all the hidden cards of my aristocratic clan be in the palm of your hand?”

Wu Meiniang: “I ask for no realm. I only wish to serve you and grind your ink for the rest of my life.”

Years later, Chu Yuan used heaven and earth as his game board, working backward through three thousand years of Chinese history. The entire court fell to its knees before him!