Great Tang: My Father Is a Brute, So What Does That Have to Do with Me, Young Master Guan?

In the ninth year of Wude, the Prince of Qin's residence is on the brink of disaster, and the Xuanwu Gate Incident is about to erupt.

Nine-year-old Cheng Chuliang looks at his reckless father and silently pulls out a glowing "rectangular black brick" before dialing a number.

"Hello? Historical Research Institute of the Future? Yes, I'm from the Tang Dynasty branch! Could you look up the Xuanwu Gate battle positions and send me the best recipe for homemade black powder? Yes, I'll hold. It's urgent!"

After hanging up, Cheng Chuliang pats Li Shimin on the thigh with a world-weary air, under the horrified gazes of the Tang dynasty's fierce generals. "Uncle Qin, don't panic. My dad's just a reckless fool who can only do basic attacks. You can't count on him to start a rebellion. Tonight at Xuanwu Gate, I'll show you what 'physical salvation' means!"

Li Shimin sucks in a sharp breath, while Cheng Yaojin is so shocked that he drops his horse spear. "Has my foolish son been possessed by an immortal?!"