Deposed? I couldn't be happier! I wouldn't even be a dog to the crown prince.

"What a waste of paper..."

Upon hearing his son's casual remark, Li Shimin felt a tightness in his chest and almost vomited up the chicken leg he had just eaten.

What does it mean to waste paper?

That was my imperial edict written in my own blood!

This is the proof that I entrusted this vast empire to you before I died!

This unfilial son, he wasn't moved at all, and he even made sarcastic remarks!

"You...you unfilial son!"

Li Shimin was so angry that his beard was trembling. He pointed at Li Chengqian's nose, wanting to curse him, but he didn't know where to begin.

Criticize him for standing by and watching someone die? But he really did come to the rescue, and even brought Jieli's head with him.

To accuse him of disrespecting his sovereign and father? But if it weren't for him, his own head would probably already be Jieli's wine cup.

"Father, please don't get agitated."

Seeing his father's angry and frustrated expression, his face turning as red as a pig's liver, Li Chengqian was secretly delighted, but on the surface he put on a sincere expression of "I'm doing this for your own good."

"I'm just worried about you."

"Look at you, insisting on leading the army in person, and what happened? Not only did you almost lose everything, but you also wiped out the entire Xuanjia Army's resources."

"I told you long ago, pride comes before a fall, but you wouldn't listen. Now look what's happened, you're cornered in a ravine, gnawing on tree bark. Are you enjoying that?"

These words were piercing to the heart.

Li Shimin was speechless after being rebuked, and his old face turned bright red.

Yes.

How did this rebellious son persuade him before he went to war?

"Father, just treat this as a vacation. Don't be too reckless. If you can't win, just run away."

And what happened? He ignored those words and fell headlong into the trap they had set.

Embarrassing.

So embarrassing.

It's unbelievable that Li Shimin, who had spent half his life conquering battlefields, had completely lost face in front of an eight-year-old child.

"You...you knew all along that I would lose?" Li Shimin's voice was dry, like a rusty piece of iron rubbing against each other.

"It's not that you're good at losing, it's that you're rushing into the trap without thinking, and even a god can't save you."

Li Chengqian bluntly retorted, "Don't you even know your own limitations? You think you can charge into a camp of 300,000 men with only 3,000 men? Did Liang Jingru give you that courage?"

"Who is Fish Leong?" Li Shimin asked instinctively.

"A woman from the Western Regions who can sing very well."

"Alright, alright, stop with this nonsense!"

Li Shimin waved his hand impatiently, "Since you're here, what about the war outside..."

"That's about enough."

Li Chengqian stretched and looked at the sky. "Bai Qi is blocking from the east, Yue Fei is pushing from the front, and Huo Qubing went to the central army to behead them. If they still can't take it down, then the three of them can retire together and go home to grow sweet potatoes."

Just then.

"kill--!!!"

A sudden burst of even fiercer and more piercing shouts of battle erupted from the west side of the valley, like a flash flood, instantly shattering the brief tranquility.

"What's going on?!"

Li Shimin's expression changed, and he abruptly turned to look west. "Why is there still movement in the west? Could the Turks have laid an ambush?!"

Cheng Yaojin and the others were also shocked. They gripped their weapons tightly and assumed defensive stances.

"That's impossible..."

Li Chengqian was also taken aback. He scratched his head, looking puzzled. "Didn't they send Chen Zhibao to block the pass in the west? That kid may not be as good at killing as Bai Qi, but he shouldn't have been overtaken, right?"

He picked up the binoculars hanging on the saddle and looked westward.

Several miles away in another mountain valley, flames soared into the sky, and figures could be seen moving about.

Tens of thousands of Turkic cavalrymen fled in panic towards this direction, like a swarm of headless flies.

Behind them, a small but ghostly cavalry force trailed slowly, as if herding sheep.

The young general in white robes, who was in the lead, wielded a silver spear that flew up and down, each strike inevitably creating a cloud of blood mist.

The efficiency of the killing, the elegant posture, the air of a "white-clad military genius"...

Who else could it be but Chen Zhibao?

"What the hell?"

Li Chengqian put down his binoculars, even more bewildered. "Shouldn't this kid be blocking the pass in the west? Why did he go and raid the Western Turks' stronghold?"

Just then.

A Turkic centurion, covered in blood, stumbled and crawled across the chaotic battlefield to the west.

He didn't come here to risk his life.

He came to... announce the death.

He knelt down with a thud before Jieli's unseeing head, wailing loudly as if his own father had died.

"Great Khan! Great Khan, you died a terrible death!"

"The west...the west is finished too!"

"That devil in white... he's not human! He crawled out of the mountain stream and killed Tongyahu Khan with a single shot... a single shot!"

"Now the Western Turkic army of 50,000 is also in disarray! They're running towards us, colliding with our own people, resulting in countless deaths and injuries!"

What?!

Tongyahu Khan is dead too?!

Li Shimin's eyelids twitched wildly upon hearing this.

The Tongyabhu Khan of the Western Turks was also a powerful and ruthless figure, whose strength was in no way inferior to that of Jieli.

He actually... was stabbed to death like that?

Not even a ripple was made?

He subconsciously looked at Li Chengqian, his eyes filled with the same way he looked at a monster.

Just how many more of these unreasonable and twisted individuals are hiding under this rebellious son's command?!

"Your Highness, where did you recruit this... young general in white robes?" Li Shimin asked in a dry voice.

Li Chengqian had not yet had a chance to answer.

The Turkic centurion suddenly raised his head and stared intently at Li Chengqian, his eyes filled with fear and resentment as if he wanted to devour him alive.

"It's you! It must be you!"

"You Han Chinese devil! What kind of sorcery did you use?!"

"Why are you Tang soldiers appearing from all directions?!"

"Why are our warriors powerless against you?!"

Looking at the completely devastated Turkic general, Li Chengqian revealed a kind and innocent smile.

He slowly walked forward, squatted down, and patted the other person's blood-stained cheek.

"witchcraft?"

"No, no, no."

Li Chengqian shook his finger, his tone gentle, yet it carried a chilling cruelty.

"This is not sorcery."

"This is called—"

"Your father is here."