In the ninth year of Wude, in a small village outside Chang ’an City.
Yang Hao forced his father to study hard and take the exam in the future. At the same time, he had to deal with an old man who came home every few days.
"Why do you think that the King of Qin, Li Shimin, can be a good emperor?”
"What do you think of Li Yuan?"
"Why aren’t you saying anything?"
"Can’t you see that I’m forcing my father to study?" Yang Hao was angry. If my father didn’t get any official rank and couldn’t become a worshiper, how could I be a proper silkpants?”
"Then I won’t pretend anymore. I’m the Retired Emperor…" The old man whispered in his ear.