My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

"Princess!"

Upon seeing this, more than a dozen Golden Core stage guards roared and drew their weapons, rushing towards Fang Yi'ai.

Fang Yi'ai twisted his neck.

"roll."

He didn't even use his true energy.

It's like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

He smashed a guard's breastplate with one punch and kicked away another guard's magical artifact with one kick.

In less than ten breaths.

A dozen or so Golden Core stage experts were piled up like a human pyramid and thrown into a corner of the street, groaning incessantly.

Fang Yi'ai clapped his hands, not even glancing at Princess Gaoyang, who had emerged from the haystack with her hair covered in weeds.

He strode away with long strides.

"Fang Yi'ai! You just wait!!!"

Princess Gaoyang was so angry that she jumped up and down, tears welling up in her eyes.

From that day on.

The people of Chang'an can see a unique "free martial arts show" every day.

Today in Xishi.

Princess Gaoyang led her people to surround Fang Yi'ai.

Fang Yi'ai simply picked him up with one hand and threw him into the moat next to the city.

Tomorrow at the entrance of the Jiaofangsi (Imperial Music Bureau).

Princess Gaoyang set up a sword formation.

Fang Yi'ai used pure muscle strength to forcibly tear apart the sword formation, pinned her against the wall, and coldly warned her not to block his way.

This arrogant Tang princess seemed to suffer from Stockholm syndrome.

Repeated battles and repeated defeats, repeated defeats and repeated battles.

Every day, he would get a few more bruises on his body, but he would still appear in front of Fang Yi'ai on time the next day, just like a cockroach.

This audacious act finally alarmed the highest levels of the Tang Dynasty.

……

Taiji Palace, Imperial Study.

Wei Zheng, the most outspoken critic of the Tang Dynasty, was currently holding a thick ledger, spewing spittle as he spoke with great indignation.

"Your Majesty! Please do something about this!"

Wei Zheng held his official tablet and banged it loudly on the floor tiles.

"For the past two weeks, Princess Gaoyang and the son of the Chancellor Fang have been having a private duel in Chang'an."

"They destroyed 3,200 bluestone slabs, smashed 45 shops along the street, and broke more than a dozen railings along the moat!"

"Such lawless and disruptive behavior is a disgrace to the royal family!"

Behind the dragon's case.

Li Shimin rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling like his head was about to explode.

"Summon them to an audience!"

Li Shimin waved wearily.

After a while.

Princess Gaoyang and Fang Yi'ai were taken into the Imperial Study.

Li Shimin raised his head.

Seeing the appearance of these two people, he even doubted his own eyes.

Princess Gaoyang's originally delicate and fair cheek had a noticeable bruise, and there were also traces of abrasions at the corner of her mouth.

Her brocade palace dress was torn in several places, making her look extremely disheveled.

but!

Her phoenix eyes, however, burned with an unprecedented, vibrant, and indomitable fighting spirit!

And beside her was Fang Yi'ai.

He still had that cold, hard look, like an iron tower, with his arms crossed and his eyes looking down at his nose.

It was as if nothing in the world concerned him.

"What are you two doing?!"

Li Shimin slammed his hand on the table and roared angrily.

"A princess, of noble birth, and the son of the current prime minister, fighting in the streets like common thugs—what do you take the laws of the Tang Dynasty for?!"

"Father! He bullied me first!"

Princess Gaoyang pointed at Fang Yi'ai and complained without backing down.

"He not only damaged the door of Zuixianlou, but he also pinned me to the table! He even threw me into the river!"

Fang Yi'ai glanced at her indifferently.

"You started it."

"You! You were the one who told me to get out first!" Gao Yang was like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"Noisy." Fang Yi'ai coldly uttered two words and then fell silent again.

Seeing the two men locked in a fierce battle, Li Shimin felt a headache coming on.

He originally intended to punish them severely.

However, when he saw the vitality that burst forth in Princess Gaoyang's eyes despite her injuries, a vitality born from encountering a formidable opponent.

He hesitated again.

Although this girl used to be spoiled, she always felt like a canary kept in a cage, feeling empty and restless.

Now, after being dealt with by Fang Yi'ai, it's as if it's come back to life.

Li Shimin glanced at Fang Yi'ai again.

That kid definitely knew how to control himself.

Although he always beat Gao Yang into a sorry state, he never damaged her essence or bones.

That pure control of power earned the secret admiration of Li Shimin, the emperor who rose to power on horseback.

"Alright!"

Li Shimin waved his hand impatiently, deciding to become a hands-off manager.

"I'm busy with countless affairs of state every day; how could I possibly have time to concern myself with the squabbles and quarrels of you young children!"

"Wei Zheng, all the damaged public property should be deducted from the salaries of the Princess's residence and the Chancellor!"

Li Shimin glared at the two of them.

"From now on, if you want to fight, go to the training ground! As long as no one gets killed, you can do whatever you want!"

"Get out!"

The two were expelled from the imperial study.

Walking along the long palace path.

An eerie silence filled the air.

Princess Gaoyang walked behind Fang Yi'ai.

She looked at the man's broad, solid back, which seemed capable of withstanding all storms.

Suddenly.

She discovered that the hatred she felt for this man had quietly dissipated without her noticing.

Instead, there was a strange feeling that was hard to describe.

In the Tang Dynasty, all the men who saw her either feared her status and were obsequious, or coveted the power of the royal family and flattered her.

Only him.

This man, however, never treated her like a princess.

He trampled her pride underfoot in the coldest and most direct way, telling her that her status was worthless in the face of absolute power.

This kind of domineering attitude.

This kind of coldness.

Surprisingly, it stirred a secret... flutter in Gao Yang's rebellious heart.

"Feed".

Princess Gaoyang suddenly stopped and called out to Fang Yi'ai.

Her face flushed slightly, but she still forced a haughty tone.

"Don't think that just because Father isn't pursuing this matter, it's over."

Gao Yang bit his lip. "Tomorrow at noon, at the Royal Martial Arts Arena. We'll settle this once and for all!"

Fang Yi'ai stopped walking, but did not turn around.

He simply uttered three words in a cold tone.

"Whatever."

The midday sun shone down without reservation onto the Tang Dynasty royal martial arts arena.

This open area, paved with millennia-old basalt and surrounded by advanced defensive formations, is usually a sacred place for Tang Dynasty generals to hone their martial arts skills.

But today, there's a strange, inexplicable atmosphere here.

Right in the center of the training ground.

Princess Gaoyang was dressed in a fiery red, form-fitting outfit.

She held a long, crimson whip in her hand, her long hair tied up high, flying freely in the breeze.

That once arrogant and domineering demeanor was gone from that beautiful face.

Instead, she felt a tense, almost apprehensive tension, and a hint of panic that she herself didn't even realize.