Li Fu transmigrates to the Tang dynasty and becomes the thirteenth prince, an unwelcome son.
In front of his father, Li Er, he smiles on the surface while cursing nonstop in his heart.
But Li Er can hear his thoughts!
Li Er: “The northern border has long suffered from incursions, and Goguryeo is like a bone stuck in our throat. I intend to make peace with…”
[A marriage alliance? Li Er is an idiot. Tibet is already suffering a drought, and he still wants to send his own daughter there. One battle would settle everything!]
…
“The Turks are too arrogant. I want to lead the troops into battle myself, divide the army into three routes, and put down the rebellion!”
[Heh, put down the rebellion? The Turks are facing a snowstorm. If we attack now, half the army will die on the way!]
[Why are you glaring at me? From Jiangnan to Jiangbei, ask around and find out who’s the boss!]
…
Li Er: “What the hell, you little brat! Can’t you just say what you mean?”
