My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

Seeing Old Li's self-righteous and nonchalant attitude, Li Chen laughed in exasperation.

"Old Deng, you're living a good life."

Li Chen pointed at the still-chilling iced fairy tea and couldn't help but start his crazy banter.

"I'm working like a spinning top outside, and you're just sitting here in the backyard acting like a king?"

"Your lifestyle is even more decadent than mine! Look at your belly, if you keep going like this, aren't you afraid you'll get so fat you can't fly, and you'll disgrace your status as the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty?"

Faced with her son's merciless mockery.

Li Shimin showed no shame whatsoever; instead, he gave a disdainful snort.

"Pooh."

Li Shimin turned his head and precisely spat a piece of Immortal Spirit Tea Leaf from his mouth into the white jade spittoon beside him.

He slowly pushed his sunglasses back into place, crossed his hands behind his head, and adjusted to a more comfortable lying position.

His face was full of indifference and arrogance.

"So what if I've gained weight? So what if I can't fly?"

Li Shimin retorted confidently.

"I am now the emperor of the supreme immortal dynasty! I am the ruler of the entire Divine Continent, and even the surrounding realms!"

"I led you to conquer such a vast territory and subdue so many secret realms. Even the Golden Dragon of Fortune has grown nine claws."

Li Shimin patted the armrest of the rocking chair, his tone exuding an air of invincible Versailles.

"What's wrong with me enjoying myself now?"

"Has the Tang Dynasty become so powerful that I still have to toil away every day, getting up at the crack of dawn to practice those tedious martial arts techniques, just like when I was conquering the land?"

"Then wouldn't I have been hailed as the greatest emperor of all time for nothing?!"

These absurd and illogical arguments left Li Chen speechless for a moment.

It has to be said that Lao Li's logic is truly impeccable.

What's the point of conquering a country if not to be able to lie back on it and enjoy a life of comfort?

"Fine, enjoy it, you're so high and mighty."

Li Chen sneered, pulled over a brocade stool next to him, and poured himself a glass of iced tea.

Looking at the emperor who was unyielding to both soft and hard approaches, he rolled his eyes slightly, and a mischievous thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Since you're so arrogant and relaxed...

Today, I'll have to give you a taste of your own medicine and test the courage of this supposedly great emperor.

"Father, your way of turning the tables was indeed quite dashing."

Li Chen held his teacup, slowly blew out a breath of cold air, and spoke with obvious pretense and manipulation in his tone.

"Enjoying yourself is fine. But aren't you afraid someone will see you like this?"

"So what if I see it? Who dares to say anything bad about me?" Li Shimin said dismissively.

"Are you really not afraid?" Li Chen raised an eyebrow and began digging a pit step by step.

"You're lying here drinking tea and listening to music in broad daylight, not even approving memorials."

"Aren't you afraid that old man Wei will stand in the Taiji Hall tomorrow morning, pointing his scepter at your nose, and berate you for indulging in frivolous pursuits and neglecting state affairs?"

Upon hearing Wei Zheng's name, the palace maids fanning the room couldn't help but shiver.

The reputation of the number one troll in the Tang Dynasty was enough to stop a child from crying.

But Li Shimin merely pursed his lips, his sunglasses reflecting the dazzling sunlight.

"Don't be afraid!"

Li Shimin answered decisively, even with a hint of smugness.

"I am now a peerless powerhouse at the Nascent Soul stage, protected by the fortune of the entire dynasty. That old scoundrel Wei Zheng's cultivation is not as high as mine. He dares to criticize me, but at worst, I will use the laws to block my hearing!"

"Let him curse me however he wants, I'll just treat it as him singing a song!"

Li Chen chuckled to himself. This old Li had completely gotten carried away and didn't even respect Wei Zheng anymore.

"Great spirit!" Li Chen gave a thumbs up and continued to increase the stakes.

"What about the Western Buddhist kingdoms?"

"I heard that Little Thunder Temple has been causing trouble again lately, secretly mobilizing troops in an attempt to make a comeback. Aren't you afraid that those bald monks will suddenly attack and destroy your Taiji Palace while you're so lax?"

"What a joke! Do you think I'd be afraid of those hypocritical, bald monks?!"

Li Shimin suddenly sat up in the rocking chair, his large belly sticking out slightly.

He ripped off his sunglasses, revealing a domineering and arrogant aura that seemed to look down upon the world in his dragon eyes.

"If they dare to come, I dare to kill them! If one comes, I'll cut one down; if two come, I'll kill them both!"

"The iron cavalry of the Tang Dynasty could raze their Little Leiyin Temple to the ground, so what do I have to fear!"

That air of imperial arrogance, so self-assured and domineering, paired with the silk short shirt he was wearing at the moment, was somewhat incongruous, but his imposing presence was absolutely undeniable.

Looking at Li Shimin's invincible attitude of "I am the best in the world, I am not afraid of even the Heavenly King himself".

The wicked smile on Li Chen's lips finally spread out completely.

All the groundwork has been laid.

The most fatal blow is about to come.

Li Chen leaned forward slightly, staring into Li Shimin's eyes.

His voice was extremely low, as if he were asking about a top secret concerning the life and death of the Tang Dynasty.

"Father is indeed mighty."

Li Chen paused, then his tone suddenly changed.

"Since you're not even afraid of Old Man Wei, you're not even afraid of all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens."

"Then... are you afraid of Mother?"

The moment the question was raised, the air in the entire back garden seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Li Shimin was in a state of high excitement, immersed in his self-image as a "peerless hero".

The brain didn't engage in any thinking at all.

Or rather, the arrogance instilled by constant praise made him completely lose his sense of danger.

Faced with this ultimate interrogation from his son.

The Emperor of Tang waved his hand, raised his head, and spoke in a resounding, decisive voice.

"What a joke! It's utterly ridiculous!"

"I am the mighty Emperor of the Great Tang Dynasty, the supreme ruler!"

"I'm afraid of her?! I'm not afraid at all!"

Each word was powerful and resounding, its spirit soaring high.

These words echoed continuously in the back garden of Qingliang Palace, demonstrating the man's last and strongest sense of self-respect.

however.

The moment Li Shimin finished speaking.

Li Chen's playful gaze suddenly turned incredibly strange.

He looked behind Li Shimin and sighed softly with great sympathy and pity.

at the same time.

Right behind Li Shimin.

A series of extremely faint, yet chillingly elegant footsteps quietly sounded.

A gentle, dignified shadow, yet seemingly carrying a terrifying aura, slowly obscured the sunlight above Li Shimin's head.

The four palace maids who were fanning the wind suddenly knelt down in unison with a thud.

Their bodies trembled violently, and they buried their heads tightly in their chests, not daring to breathe.

A cool breeze blew in from an unknown direction.

Followed by.

A voice as gentle as water and as melodious as a nightingale's song, yet possessing a gentle quality that could instantly lower the surrounding temperature to freezing point.

It was like a requiem from the depths of the underworld.

Without warning, a faint sound rang out behind Li Shimin.

"Oh?"

"Yeah?"

"Your Majesty, I had no idea you were so brave!"