The Tang Dynasty Is Immortal

I, Li Ye, woke up, traveled through the late Tang Dynasty, and became the Tang Zhaozong who died of oppression in the history books. In front of him is the eunuch Yang Fugong forcing the palace to seize the seal. At his feet are the broken mountains and rivers of the vassal town. In his heart is the ten-year terminal illness pronounced by the imperial doctor in a low voice. This rotten court, this collapsing building, this body coughing up blood - the beginning is hell. But I want to change my fate against the will of heaven. Use modern wisdom to practice the art of emperors. The cloth was under the eunuch's nose, wandering between the swords of the feudal town. Use ten years of life to bet on the resurgence of the Tang Dynasty. Collect the imperial army, facilitate water transportation, kill traitors and sycophants, and uproot poor families. Lashatuo controlled Zhu Wen, restored the Western Regions and frightened the Khitans. Every step is startling and every move is bloody. What they want is not a wise king, but a puppet. What I gave you was iron fist, fire and rebirth. When the dawn of the prosperous age shines again on Chang'an, I stand on the city tower, coughing up blood and laughing. I fought back this world with my life.