Great Tang: Er Feng, Do You Mind If I Try to Get Myself Killed?

A modern goofball transmigrates into Li Chengqian and goes on a reckless rampage...

"Zhao Ritian! Du Lala!"

Du He looked at him, eyes shining.

Zhao Ritian gave a sinister smile:

"Chairman! Who are we taking down?"

Li Chengqian squatted on the steps with his hands tucked into his sleeves, looking down at the two men.

"Go fetch my Still Low-Key Seal. That Er Feng is spouting nonsense again. Pass on the decree of the Hidden Crown Prince..."

Meanwhile, in the Taiji Hall,

Li Shimin was listening to several pedants cite the classics when he suddenly felt a chill at the back of his neck. He silently took out a quick-acting heart pill and put it in his mouth.

"Hold on!"

He turned to Zhang An'an beside him.

"What has the Crown Prince been up to lately?"

The court officials in the hall fell silent, though their thoughts had already wandered far away.

"A new batch of Western Regions beauties, all fair-skinned, gorgeous, and long-legged, just arrived at the Victoria Nightclub..."

"The Universal Grand Theater on Zhuque Street is opening today. I wonder if we can get in line..."

"We should send someone to find out whether His Majesty the Hidden Crown Prince is launching a new business. Whatever the stake, we have to get in!"