Tang Dynasty: Starting at Xuanwu Gate, this prince is better off not being one.

"Li Yu!"

"Young Prince!"

The biting cold wind jolted Li Yu awake from his unconsciousness.

So, having just regained his six senses, he heard someone making a loud commotion.

"Am I in a hospital? Wang Ye? Who is Wang Ye?"

I tried to concentrate and open my eyes, but found that I couldn't muster any strength at all.

A cold wind, carrying fine snowflakes, lashed against half of Li Yu's face. Li Yu felt as if he had been slapped in the face by the heavens, and he couldn't help but shiver again.

"Holy crap! It's one thing for people to be making a racket in this hospital, but they also haven't closed the windows!"

If he weren't too weak to even open his eyes, he would have jumped up and cursed.

"The prince moved! He moved!"

As he gradually regained consciousness, a girl's voice, full of surprise, reached Li Yu's ears.

Just as I was wondering who this person was, I felt a sudden dizziness.

"Li Yu! Li Yu!"

Then another boy's voice came, and he started shaking himself frantically.

"Holy crap! Someone's sabotaging me!"

Li Yu felt his newly regained consciousness being shaken away. In desperation, he blurted out a weak "Fuck your grandpa!" before falling back into unconsciousness.

As the sun sets, halfway up the mountain, two boys and a girl stare blankly at each other.

Then he started shaking Li Yu, who was lying on the ground with a pale face, again.

.........

"Hiss~"

When Li Yu woke up again, his head was throbbing with pain.

He had a strange dream.

In his dream, he was the eldest son of a prince, who was separated from his family due to war when he was still an infant.

When he was eight years old, his father finally took him back home. However, when he was brought back, he was in a state of mental disability…

Two years passed in the blink of an eye, and Li Yu also spent those two years peacefully under the protection of his prince father.

The dream continued until the age of ten, when the royal family and ministers, along with their eldest sons, accompanied the emperor to the ancestral home in Jinyang to pay homage to their ancestors.

On the way back, he and his father's younger brother, the two sons of the current King of Qin, were attacked and unfortunately separated from the main group of people worshipping their ancestors.

However, by a twist of fate, he saved the life of the eldest son of the King of Qin, his own cousin, resulting in him being seriously injured and on the verge of death.

The dream abruptly ended here.

He suddenly woke up, panting heavily.

The suffocating feeling of impending death before the dream ended made Li Yu extremely uneasy.

Holy crap!

He struggled to his feet, about to exclaim that the nightmare was all too real, when he found himself in the middle of nowhere.

Not far away, two teenagers were digging in the soil with their hands, and the soil they dug out had already formed a small mound.

"Um?"

Hearing a noise coming from Li Yu's place, the group stopped what they were doing and looked over.

"ah!!!"

Upon seeing Li Yu get up from the ground, the two dirty-looking boys in tattered brocade clothes screamed as if they had seen a ghost.

"Young Master!"

One of the girls cried out and ran over.

"Young Master! Young Master! You're still alive... Waaah..."

Looking at the unfamiliar yet familiar face before him, Li Yu blurted out in bewilderment, "The girl in green?"

Upon hearing Li Yu's address to her, the girl, who was already wailing, cried even more bitterly.

"Hiss~"

Li Yu got a headache from the girl's crying.

"Damn it! This dream can continue?"

Seeing that Li Yu didn't look like a zombie, the two teenagers ran over as well.

"You're not dead!"

The two boys spoke in unison.

"die?"

Li Yu stared blankly at the two faces in front of him, both strange and familiar, and suddenly felt that this dream was too real.

The older boys realized that Li Yu seemed to be really alive, and couldn't help but reach out to pinch Li Yu's face.

Brushing away the boy's outstretched hand, Li Yu looked around and realized that he was in the middle of a deep mountain forest.

"Slap! Slap!"

To the astonishment of the three, Li Yu began to frantically slap himself with his large fist.

While fanning himself, he muttered nonsense like, "What the hell is this damn dream? Wake up, you bastard..."

"Young Master! Young Master!"

The girl named Green Dress was the first to react. Seeing her young master slapping himself repeatedly while muttering to himself, she burst into tears and grabbed Li Yu's arm to stop him from hurting himself.

"Holy crap! He's not waking up?"

The girl was crying her heart out in front of him, making Li Yu momentarily unsure whether it was a dream or reality.

The next moment, he suddenly scrambled to his feet, spotted a giant tree that required two people to hug, and charged at it while yelling.

"Stop him!"

Upon seeing this, one of the older boys hurriedly shouted.

The other boy, who was closest to Li Yu, was also awakened by the shouts and quickly ran over to stand in front of Li Yu.

A muffled thud.

Li Yu's head slammed solidly into the boy's chest.

The force was so great that the boy fell head over heels and sat on the ground groaning in pain.

"Li Yu! What's wrong?"

The slightly older boy, fearing that Li Yu would do it again, hurriedly ran over and hugged him tightly around the waist.

"I...you are...Li Chengqian?"

Looking at the familiar, still-childish face in front of him, Li Yu gradually came to his senses.

The waves of pain coming from his head and buttocks felt incredibly real, and Li Yu gradually realized that this was not a dream.

Have I traveled through time?

.........

After piecing together his fragmented memories, Li Yuping lay on the grass, staring blankly at the sky through the intertwined, bare tree canopies, lost in thought.

Sin! ! !

Li Yuan? Li Shimin? And his own father, Li Xuanba?

The names in my memory are all familiar, but why is this the Great Zhou Dynasty instead of the Great Tang Dynasty?

Furthermore, this year is the ninth year of the Wude era, the year the famous Xuanwu Gate Incident was launched.

Why do the forces of Dou Jiande and Wang Shichong, which should have been destroyed five years ago, still exist?

This unfamiliar historical process filled Li Yu, who had just accepted his transmigration, with some fear.

Is the history I know not true, or have I arrived at a parallel line in my own world?

.........

"Young...Young Master?"

Looking at Li Yu lying on the ground like a dead dog, the little maid in green who had been serving him all along called out softly, looking like she was about to cry.

"Um?"

This call brought Li Yu's thoughts back to the present.

He looked at the woman in green, whose eyes were brimming with tears, and asked, "Where is this?"

Hearing his young master's still somewhat hoarse voice and seeing the unprecedented shrewdness in his eyes, the man in green shook his head blankly.

"I don't know where we are. I only know that we got separated from the army on Baoxie Road and then fled northwest for more than three days."

Looking exhausted, Li Chengqian glanced at his younger brother Li Tai, who was a year younger than him. His once chubby body had become much thinner.

So he reluctantly broke the last piece of cake he had just taken out in half, gave one half to Li Tai, and then took the other half and walked toward the pale-faced Li Yu...

.........