Rebellious Son of the Prosperous Tang Dynasty

The fifth year of the Zhenguan era of the Great Tang.

Chang’an.

The Lijing Palace.

As always, Empress Zhangsun awoke, washed, and went to the adjacent chamber to see her son. More precisely, her and Li Shimin's third son.

Li Zhi.

Also known as the Ninth Prince.

Because there were other children from imperial consorts, by the time they counted to him, he was the ninth.

“Zhi’er, Mother is here to see you!” She tiptoed into the side chamber, afraid to wake Li Zhi.

“Greetings, Your Majesty...” An elderly nursemaid appeared.

“Where is Zhi’er?”

“Your Majesty, the little prince is asleep inside.”

“Hurry, take me to him!”

Having not seen him for just one night, Empress Zhangsun missed him dearly. She entered the room for a look—only to find the bed empty. Her heart clenched in panic. “Where is Zhi’er? Where is my Zhi’er?”

At that very moment—

The three-year-old Li Zhi, with the air of a little adult, swaggered down the palace corridor. He quickly left Lijing Palace, heading straight for the Palace of Sweet Dew.

That was where Li Shimin slept.

“Ding! The Mischievous Child System solemnly reminds the Host: you must remove ten glazed tiles from the Sweet Dew Palace within one hour. Half an hour has already passed. Failure to complete the mission will result in severe punishment!”

“I got it, I got it... Why are you so nagging?”

Li Zhi searched everywhere, his heart pounding with anxiety.

A few days prior, he had been an executive at a Fortune 500 company. In the bli