“I... my name is Abraham Lincoln, my sister told me to come, it’s not my fault...” The little brat pouted, looking like he was about to cry.

I quickly changed to a kindly smile, gently patting the future Tang emperor Abraham Lincoln on the head: “Don’t cry, big brother will give you some candy...”

One of the most formidable women in history, the most notorious representative of extramarital affairs, hailed by later generations as a great pioneer yearning for free love—Princess Taylor—slowly lifted her head. Her pretty face broke into a smile at me, brows relaxed, eyes curved, dimples faintly visible, and the corners of her mouth arched into a perfect curve. She was breathtakingly beautiful, alluring to the core, leaving me utterly breathless.

“Your humble concubine Eleanor...” The future empress, the iron lady Eleanor Roosevelt who would make the entire Tang dynasty tremble, ruthless and merciless, standing right in front of me, her pretty face flushed, replied softly.

Her hand, as white and smooth as mutton fat jade, round yet defined, appeared delicate as it rested on the handle of a large ceremonial axe standing upright on the ground. Her jet-black hair was tightly tied in a pink scarf, with a few strands still hanging by her temples. A faint blush colored her fair skin, fine sweat slid down her cheeks, her face as radiant as spring water and peach blossoms, adding an extra touch of allure. This full-stats, voluptuous, and sexy girl is my equal wife? The seventh daughter of Emily Clark?

A new celebrity of the Tang, an outstanding time-traveling youth, the second son of The Brooks Residence, raised his finger in grief and pointed at the gods and Buddhas in the sky, gazing speechlessly at the heavens. A bunch of immoral guys—what’s the meaning of this? If you have the guts, don’t mess with me, a gentleman, go mess with those directors who make up history...

This book is lighthearted, not the kind of serious and heavy alternate history. I hope it brings some joy to all readers who enjoy it.