My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

In front of him.

Princess Sizi of Jinyang in the Tang Dynasty held three skewers of roasted monster meat in her left hand and two candied hawthorns in her right hand.

Its little mouth was stuffed full, and its pink cheeks were bulging like a little hamster hoarding food.

And at the feet of the rhinoceros.

The guardian beast "Fat Boy Four," which was as fat as a pig, had a roasted spirit fish bigger than its head in its mouth.

He walked along, letting out a satisfied burp.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Li Chen sighed, looking at the man and the cat, and couldn't help but shake his head.

Sure enough, like master, like pet; the top gourmets of the Tang Dynasty have all been gathered.

Just then.

Sizi's big, dark eyes suddenly lit up.

She gave a mumbled cheer, held up the kebab, and ran forward with her short legs.

Li Chen followed her gaze.

Not far ahead, at the bridgehead, Fang Yi'ai and Princess Gaoyang were walking hand in hand under the lanterns.

Although the two were holding hands, their faces were as red as monkey bottoms, and neither dared to turn their heads to look at the other. The atmosphere was so shy that it reached a certain point.

"Sister Gaoyang! You big blockhead!"

Sizi, like a joyful meatball, bounced right in front of the two of them.

Fang Yi'ai and Princess Gaoyang were startled.

As if electrocuted, the two abruptly shook off each other's hands, looked around nervously, stammered, and were at a loss for what to do.

Sizi tilted her little head, her big eyes filled with innocence and curiosity.

She glanced at Gao Yang, then at Fang Yi'ai.

He suddenly made a startling statement.

"Sister Gaoyang, are you two secretly going on a date, just like in those old dramas?"

These clear, innocent, and adorable words of a child dealt Princess Gaoyang a devastating blow.

Gao Yang's face flushed red all the way to her collarbone.

She gasped and pounced on him, covering Sizi's mouth, which was covered in splattered barbecue oil.

"No! That's not true! Don't talk nonsense!"

Gao Yang stammered and frantically denied it.

Sizi had her mouth covered and struggled desperately, shaking her head.

Having finally broken free, the little girl scratched her head, looking completely innocent.

"Sizi doesn't understand! Well, I'll ask Mother and Father in the 'Loving Family of the Tang Dynasty' communication jade slip group right now, okay?"

As she spoke, Si Zi actually reached into the small cloth bag at her waist.

Princess Gaoyang was terrified.

If this were posted in the family group chat, the entire court would know tomorrow that she and Fang Yi'ai were holding hands and strolling through the night market!

"No, no, no! My dear sister! I'm begging you!"

Gao Yang was so anxious that tears were almost in his eyes, and he immediately started a frantic bribery campaign.

"As long as you don't ask in the group chat, I'll provide you with a month's supply of limited-edition pastries from the three best pastry shops in Chang'an! Buy as many as you want!"

Upon hearing the words "limited edition pastries".

The rhinoceros stopped moving instantly.

A sly glint of triumph flashed in his big eyes, and then he nodded frantically, like a chick pecking at rice.

Princess Gaoyang breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly realizing that she had been tricked by a little maid.

Enraged, she reached out and pinched Sizi's soft cheeks, then began to frantically rub them.

They pinched the little girl's face into all sorts of funny shapes.

"Waaah... Sister, let go! My face is going to get ruined!"

Sizi begged for mercy in a muffled voice.

They played around for a while.

Before leaving, Sizi took advantage of the two people not paying attention.

She quickly grabbed Fang Yi'ai's broad, large hand, and then took Gao Yang's slender hand.

They slammed their palms together forcefully.

"Hehehe! I won't disturb your date anymore!"

After doing all this, Si Zi giggled and ran back to Li Chen's side with Fatty Si.

Fang Yi'ai and Gao Yang exchanged a helpless glance.

I was just about to pull my hand back.

But then he discovered a terrifying sticky force coming from his palm.

Their hands were stuck together as if they were glued on!

"This is... King Wei's Xuanming Super Glue?!" Gao Yang exclaimed in surprise.

The two of them tugged hard, but couldn't pull it apart.

"Then... then we'll just have to hold hands like this for now."

Fang Yi'ai blushed, scratched his head, and carefully grasped that soft, boneless little hand.

Gao Yang lowered her eyes, gently bit her red lips, and hummed in agreement.

The two held hands and continued strolling through the night market, their silhouettes radiating sweet pink bubbles.

Meanwhile, the rhinoceros was hiding in the shadows, watching.

With her hands behind her back, she sighed in an old-fashioned tone, mimicking an adult.

"Young people these days are just shy and hypocritical!"

Sizi shook his head and sighed.

"They both have the physique and cultivation of the Golden Core stage. They can easily break free from that bit of glue by circulating their spiritual energy."

"He pretended he couldn't open it, then went along with it, holding hands. How dishonest!"

Standing to the side, Li Chen looked at his younger sister's shrewd and precocious appearance.

I'm utterly speechless.

He stepped forward, grabbed Sizi's cheeks—which had just escaped death—and pulled them forcefully to both sides.

"Where did you learn all these quirky tricks from?"

"You even managed to figure out that someone at the Golden Core stage could break through the glue?"

Si Zi mumbled incoherently.

"Of course I learned it from you, Sixteenth Brother! That's called being exceptionally intelligent!"

a few days later.

In the Taiji Palace, the Imperial Study is so quiet you can hear a pin drop.

Fang Yi'ai changed into an extremely elaborate and formal court dress, took a deep breath, and braced himself to step over the high threshold.

His tall and imposing figure stood in the center of the hall like an iron tower, exuding an inviolable majesty.

However, at this moment, the face of this body-cultivating thug...

Yet he carried a rare air of tension and restraint.

"Your subject Fang Yi'ai pays his respects to Your Majesty."

Fang Yi'ai knelt on one knee, his voice loud and clear.

Behind the dragon's case.

Li Shimin was holding a battle report from the Western Regions, without even looking up.

"Get up, Fang Yi'ai. Why aren't you in the Body Cultivation Camp training those brats? What are you doing here to see me?"

Fang Yi'ai took a deep breath.

He raised his head, and an unprecedented determination flashed in his cold, hard eyes.

"Your subject has come today."

"I humbly request Your Majesty to grant me and Princess Gaoyang... a marriage!"

"Clatter".

The imperial brush in Li Shimin's hand fell directly onto the folding paper.

It stained a large area with cinnabar.

But the Tang emperor completely ignored the battle report.

He suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Fang Yi'ai below, his eyes filled with unbelievable ecstasy.

"What did you say?! You're going to marry Gao Yang?!"

Li Shimin was so excited he almost jumped off the dragon throne.