My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

Early autumn in the Tang Dynasty exudes a refreshing and delightful atmosphere.

With the submission and integration of countless surrounding smaller worlds, Chang'an City is no longer the mortal imperial capital it once was.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so dense it was almost tangible, swirled above Zhuque Avenue.

It transformed into wisps of visible white mist, nourishing everyone in the city.

The world is at peace, and all nations come to pay homage.

The vast resources accumulated over years of warfare finally erupted and settled completely during this rare period of peace.

There were no more urgent dispatches from the border.

There was no longer any scheming from the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

The enormous national machine of the Tang Dynasty, under the dual protection of cultivation technology and the Confucian army, is operating steadily and rapidly in this vast starry sky with an unstoppable momentum.

It was afternoon that day.

King Li Chen of Qin, dressed in loose and comfortable casual clothes, strolled into the Taiji Palace with his hands behind his back.

Along the way, the patrolling Hundred Cavalry Guards and Xuanjia Army soldiers all stopped in their tracks, bowing to this legendary prince of the Tang Dynasty with fervent and respectful eyes.

Li Chen smiled and nodded in response, in a very pleasant mood.

"This is life."

As Li Chen walked, he sighed contentedly to himself.

After fighting for so long, wasn't his original dream to be a carefree, idle prince of the Tang Dynasty who could live a life of leisure and bully men and women?

Now the world is at peace, and the might of the Tang Dynasty shakes the stars.

He could finally rightfully begin the "Salted Fish Era" belonging to His Highness the King of Qin.

Li Chen originally planned to go to the Imperial Study to find Comrade Lao Li to discuss the site selection for the branch of the Chang'an Grand Theater.

Let's also take a look at whether this great emperor of all time is still painstakingly reviewing mountains of memorials for the sake of the Tang Dynasty's lasting prosperity.

After all, in his mind, Li Shimin was an absolute workaholic.

however.

When Li Chen pushed open the door to the imperial study, he found it empty.

The memorials on the dragon's desk were neatly stacked, and the vermilion brush was not even dipped in ink.

"Where is Father?" Li Chen asked, grabbing a passing eunuch.

The young eunuch bowed respectfully and pointed behind him.

"Your Highness, His Majesty is in a very good mood today. He said that he had some free time from official duties, so he went to rest in the Qingliang Palace in the back garden."

Li Chen raised an eyebrow.

Rest?

This is truly unbelievable! The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty would actually set aside state affairs to rest in broad daylight?

With a hint of curiosity, Li Chen turned around and walked briskly toward the back garden of Taiji Palace.

Passing through layers of artificial hills and corridors.

Before he even got close to the Qingliang Palace, a series of subtle and rhythmic creaking sounds reached Li Chen's ears.

Accompanying this was the crisp sound of ice cubes colliding, and the refreshing aroma of premium fairy tea.

Li Chen walked around a huge white jade screen and took a closer look.

next second.

This seasoned warrior, who remained unfazed even when facing a Nascent Soul stage expert, was frozen in place as if under a spell.

His eyes began to twitch uncontrollably.

His mouth gaped slightly, he could hardly believe what he was seeing.

In the center of this beautiful and spiritually vibrant royal garden.

There was a huge, luxurious rocking chair made of ancient rosewood and inscribed with the "Constant Temperature Summer Retreat Formation".

And the Tang emperor, Li Shimin, who was known as the emperor whose power extended throughout the land and whose spirit could swallow mountains and rivers.

At this moment, he was sprawled out on the rocking chair, completely lacking any decorum.

He was wearing a light and breathable silk shirt.

On his face, there was even a pair of exaggerated black sunglasses that shimmered with a faint light!

That was a "strong light protection artifact" that King Li Tai of Wei had just developed a few days ago. It was originally intended for weapon refiners to use while watching the furnace fire, but somehow it ended up in Old Li's hands.

"Crunch... crunch..."

As the rocking chair swayed, Li Shimin hummed a folk tune he had learned from who-knows-where with great contentment.

On either side of him.

Four beautiful and graceful palace maids stood there.

They held exquisite round fans woven from thousand-year-old ice silkworm silk, gently and slowly fanning the emperor to cool him down.

A gentle breeze swept by, bringing a refreshing coolness.

And on a small white jade tea table next to the rocking chair.

There was a large, crystal-clear glass cup on the table.

It was filled with chilled fairy tea, which was amber in color.

Several pieces of ancient ice, exuding a faint chill, floated and collided in the tea, producing a pleasant, tinkling sound.

Li Shimin slowly reached out and picked up the glass cup from the small table beside him.

He lifted the edge of his sunglasses slightly, brought them to his lips, and made a "slurp" sound.

I took a big gulp of the chilled tea.

"That feels so good..."

Li Shimin let out a long, satisfied sigh, then pushed his sunglasses back up on his nose and continued to sway back and forth in the rocking chair.

That relaxed, lazy, and unguarded demeanor.

Where is even a trace of the majesty of the Tang emperor? This is clearly just like those idle, good-for-nothing old geese on the streets of Chang'an who only know how to keep birdcages!

Li Chen stood there, stunned for more than a dozen breaths, before finally coming to his senses.

An indescribable sense of absurdity rushed straight to the top of my head.

Good guy!

He toiled away outside, scheming in the starry sky, dealing with the Buddhist kingdom, and expanding his territory, all so that he could live a simple life as soon as possible.

And yet, he, as the father, beat him to the punch, taking the very essence of salted fish to its fullest potential!

The rocking chair, the sunglasses, the iced tea, the maid fanning the breeze...

Who the hell is the time traveler?!

Li Chen took a deep breath, unable to suppress his speechless feelings any longer.

He strode up to the rocking chair, crossed his arms, and looked down at the dark-skinned emperor who was still humming a tune.

"Cough cough."

Li Chen coughed heavily twice, trying to get the attention of this "Number One Idler of the Tang Dynasty".

Upon hearing the noise, Li Shimin noticed that the rocking chair was swaying less and less.

He did not sit up.

He simply stretched out a finger and casually pulled down the black sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

She revealed her deep, but now sleepy, eyes and glanced at Li Chen sideways.

"Oh, it's Chen'er."

Li Shimin smacked his lips, seemingly still savoring the sweetness of the iced tea.

"On such a hot day, why are you coming to the palace instead of staying in the Prince of Qin's residence? If it's not some important state matter, find a cool place for yourself and don't block my sun."