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

A gentle night breeze blew across the Zhuque Gate tower.

Li Shimin stood with his hands behind his back, as straight as a pine tree.

The bright yellow dragon robe, exquisitely embroidered with nine dragons soaring through clouds using gold and silver threads, reflected an awe-inspiring majesty that was almost too powerful to behold, under the dazzling incandescent lights and brilliant neon lights below.

But what truly instilled in the entire court of officials, and even the millions of ordinary people and envoys from all nations, an indescribable sense of awe and oppression.

But it wasn't the dragon robe that symbolized the supreme ruler.

Instead, it was the pair of brownish-black sunglasses that Li Shimin wore on the bridge of his nose!

This pair of objects, later known as "sunglasses," was originally made by Li Chengqian, who found the light too dazzling during the lamp tests these past few days. He had the Mo family craftsmen polish it with dark glass containing impurities.

Li Chengqian had originally planned to wear it on Mid-Autumn Festival night so he could comfortably lie in a rocking chair and enjoy the moon, while also avoiding the blinding light pollution.

As a result, these extremely avant-garde glasses, full of cyberpunk heavy metal style, were immediately spotted by Li Shimin, who happened to be strolling by, the moment they were delivered to the Eastern Palace.

Old Li disregarded the emperor's dignity and snatched it directly from his son's hands.

"You unfilial son, this glass piece is exquisitely made. Let me try it on."

After putting on sunglasses, Li Shimin walked to the huge dressing mirror and looked at himself.

That instant.

Old Li felt an indescribable aura of dominance erupting from the depths of his soul.

What are twelve-tassel crowns and Heavenly Strategy armor? They're all utterly insignificant in front of this black glass mirror full of unknowns!

and so.

At the lighting ceremony of the Tang Dynasty Never Sleeping City, which is destined to be recorded in history.

Emperor Taizong of Tang, the Heavenly Khan Li Shimin, made his appearance in a very stylish manner wearing these sunglasses.

"Your Majesty... if your eyes are burned by strong light, this old minister deserves to die a thousand deaths."

The Imperial Physician knelt in the shadows of the city tower, sweating profusely with anxiety. He had just seen the two dark patches on the Emperor's face from afar and thought it was some kind of serious eye disease.

"Shut up."

Li Shimin didn't even turn his head; he simply waved his hand casually.

He looked down through the tinted glass at the ever-sleeping Chang'an, a city that seemed like a divine realm.

Without the blinding glare, the city's outline and colors became clearer and softer. He could see the Tang Dynasty citizens waving their arms wildly under the neon lights on Zhuque Street.

You can see those foreign delegations kneeling on the ground, as if they are worshipping a true god.

In the distance, you can see the four-wheeled car that just drove past the street corner, belching white steam.

"Long live the Heavenly Khan! Long live His Highness the Crown Prince!"

The roaring sound, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, pierced through the noisy lights and surged against the city walls wave after wave.

Li Shimin closed his eyes in utter bliss.

He listened to the cheers that seemed to shatter the heavens, feeling the supreme power that truly placed the entire world under his feet.

Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of Han?

Li Shimin sneered inwardly.

Qin Shi Huang standardized weights and measures, but the construction of the Great Wall caused chaos throughout the land.

When Emperor Wu of Han fought the Xiongnu, he emptied the Han Dynasty's treasury.

But what about Li Shimin?

He stood on the concrete city wall, gazing at the heart of the empire illuminated by electric lights. His treasury was overflowing with silver plundered from the world, and his army, without even needing swords or spears, could use steel and gunpowder to flatten any nation that dared to resist.

This is truly a great emperor for all time!

"Auxiliary machine, Xuanling."

Li Shimin did not turn around, his voice filled with an extremely strong sense of arrogance.

"What do you think of my appearance tonight compared to the legendary Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of history?"

Changsun Wuji and Fang Xuanling quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply.

The two exchanged a glance, and both saw in each other's eyes the tremor of being shaken by the dramatic changes of the times.

"Your Majesty's achievements are beyond human capability. Such a magnificent sight of a divine kingdom is unprecedented and unlikely to be repeated." Fang Xuanling's flattery was extremely sincere, because he spoke from the bottom of his heart.

Changsun Wuji, being even more astute, glanced subtly at Li Shimin's sunglasses.

"Your Majesty's civil and military achievements are unparalleled throughout history. Even the glass mirror you casually wear exudes an absolute majesty that commands the submission of all nations. Although the light is dazzling, it is merely an embellishment in Your Majesty's eyes."

Li Shimin laughed heartily with great satisfaction.

He reached out and adjusted the frame of his sunglasses.

"This light is too bright."

"But I like it very much."

At this time, Chang'an City presents an extremely fragmented yet incredibly magical cyberpunk style.

Noblewomen dressed in extremely traditional silk dresses are sitting elegantly in a newly manufactured steam car, looking out at the flashing neon lights through the glass windows.

And on the street corner.

Several veterans of the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry, who had just returned from fighting in the Western Regions, were squatting under a telephone pole, skillfully lighting a pipe they had brought from Persia with extremely cheap matches.

Ancient and future.

Feudalism and industry.

Under the extremely forceful manipulation of Li Chengqian, the mastermind behind the scenes, a remarkably perfect fusion was achieved in this city that never sleeps.

The Tang Dynasty had completely entered a new era that was beyond imagination.

The grand celebration continued late into the night.

As the deafening clamor gradually subsided, millions of people and envoys dispersed, filled with awe for the miracle.

Li Shimin returned to the Imperial Study in Taiji Palace, exhausted yet extremely excited.

The main hall was extremely quiet.

Without the noise of electric lights and neon signs, only a few whale oil candles, as thick as a baby's arm, were burning quietly.

Li Shimin walked to the imperial desk.

He carefully removed the sunglasses that made him look so impressive and placed them on the table.

My vision suddenly brightened, yet I felt inexplicably empty.

He lowered his head and looked at the thick stack of official documents that had just been delivered on his desk.

That was not the kind of memorial to the throne that was handwritten with a brush and had various messy characters.

Instead, they used a newly built "steam printing press" from the Eastern Palace to print standard official documents that were extremely clear and neat.

From the progress of cement road construction in Jiangnan Road to the mining reports of the Andong Protectorate, and then to the recent silver reserve curve of the Tang Royal Bank.

Each of these is an extremely significant matter that could influence a nation's destiny for a century.

But Li Shimin looked at these official documents with clear handwriting.

The pride and arrogance that had been on his face vanished as quickly as the receding tide.

He slumped wearily onto the dragon throne.

My fingers gently stroked the cold temples of the sunglasses.

This was the arrogant Tang emperor who had just stood on the city wall.

Sudden.

In this empty imperial study.

Extremely rare, he let out a deep, desolate sigh.