Usurping the Tang Dynasty

Warm liquid splattered onto Li Jianguo’s body.

Piercing cries and the clash of metal filled his ears, the noise overwhelming.

Li Jianguo opened his eyes and was met with the face of a woman. She appeared to be just past her twenties and had a gentle, attractive appearance. Yet at this moment, her pale and delicate features were contorted in pain.

The woman was hunched over Li Jianguo, but her arms supported her weight, as if she feared pressing down on him.

“Baby, it’s all right, don’t be afraid!”

She lowered her head, her gaze meeting Li Jianguo’s. Forcing a smile onto her wan face, she murmured softly and, extending an arm, cradled Li Jianguo to her chest.

Only then did Li Jianguo realize he had become an infant!

“Don’t let any of these traitors escape!”

A voice rang out with the force of clashing iron, carrying authority and menace.

The woman’s face changed; struggling, she rose to her feet. Li Jianguo, still reeling from the shock of his transformation, was horrified to see an arrow had pierced the woman’s chest from behind, its bloodstained tip gleaming coldly. She was gravely wounded, and Li Jianguo instantly understood that the warm liquid spattered on his face was her blood.

She had supported herself earlier to keep the arrow from harming him.

Li Jianguo stood stupefied. What on earth was happening?

At forty years of age, to suddenly become a baby and be swept into such chaos was utterly beyond comprehension.

Were there still people killing with bows and arrows in this day and age?