A Little Demon Wind in the Tang Dynasty

A little prince among the star-sea serpents transmigrates in a daze to the early Tang Dynasty, at the time of its founding, as Li Shimin's eldest legitimate son. In the early Tang, the age of chaos had only just ended. The Turks were thriving, powerful clans stood firm, and aristocratic houses were everywhere. They didn't even have chairs yet. But this was the best dynasty in ancient China, when feudal society began its climb to its peak. The little sea serpent, doted on by his family, happily eats, drinks, and plays, while happily keeping his slender little waist... In the grand, bold Tang, where plumpness was considered beautiful, a fresh breeze of dainty, slender, soft, and gentle charm begins to blow... The wise Tang Emperor Taizong from history: Chengqian is wonderful in every way, except that he just doesn't get it. The virtuous Empress Zhangsun from history: Chengqian may not get it, but he's wonderful in every other way. Cheng Zhijie, Li Jing, Zhangsun Wuji... His Highness the Crown Prince... is... wonderful... I promise I won't abandon this story, so come on in without worry, little angels! Bring home this gentle little ball of positive energy, and while you're at it, bring home the little hamster too. Note: The story has all kinds of unpredictable twists, so please be patient if you enjoy it. If it's convenient, my dear readers, take a look at the author's page for the little hamster. My completed novels are The Technical Prince in the Qing Dynasty, The Lazy Emperor in the Song Dynasty, and Shunzhi Loves Good Food. My next novel is also open for advance follows. Everyone is welcome. A bow, and thank you all for your support. Blurb for Shunzhi Loves Good Food: For some inexplicable reason, I transmigrated to another timeline's Qing Dynasty, as Shunzhi, the Qing emperor who conquered China. In the early Qing, ethnic tensions were severe, the treasury was empty, foot binding was widespread, and Japanese pirates ran rampant... Then along came the mighty little Shunzhi... Wait! What isn't right here? At last, he managed to get married, and the country had started to recover... But these sons who refuse to drink milk, especially the eldest, who learned to say "Amitabha" as soon as he could talk, and the third son with his icy, expressionless face... Aren't these the historical... well, who? Theme: