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

The next morning.

The West Market in Chang'an City has just opened.

A newspaper titled "Daily News of the Great Tang Empire (Special Edition)" was scattered like snowflakes across every corner of the city.

This special issue, personally written by Crown Prince Li Chengqian and typed and printed overnight by Wu Zetian, did not serialize the thrilling hero Guo Jing, nor did it contain a dry list of agricultural product prices.

The entire newspaper contained only one article – “On the Locality of the Tang Dynasty”.

This article is written in a simple and easy-to-understand style, without any of the obscurity of classical Chinese, yet every word is like a heavy hammer and every sentence carries a sharp edge.

"Look! His Highness the Crown Prince has published a new article!"

A laborer who carried loads at the docks, even though he could barely read, still managed to spend a penny to snatch a copy and went to the teahouse entrance to have the storyteller read it to him.

As the storyteller's voice rose and fell in cadence, the core ideas of "On Locality" were like a spoonful of scalding fire poured into the hearts of millions of people in Chang'an.

In his article, Li Chengqian clearly defined an ironclad rule based on bloodline and region.

On this planet.

No matter where the Tang Dynasty's dragon flag was planted, no matter how vast or wealthy those overseas vassal states were, they were merely the Tang Dynasty's "pastures," "mining areas," and "back gardens."

The true homeland of the Tang Dynasty was this land nurtured by the Yellow River and the Yangtze River.

Forever, and can only belong to the descendants of Yan and Huang!

"Your Highness is right!"

An old soldier in the teahouse was so excited that he slammed his fist on the table and stood up, his eyes red with emotion.

"Our ancestors shed countless blood to protect this land. Why should those barbarians we defeated come and enjoy it?"

The article clearly stipulates strict immigration control laws.

Foreigners from overseas could worship the gods of the Tang Dynasty and learn its language. They could even be awarded an iron plaque proclaiming themselves "Honorary Subjects of the Tang Dynasty" if they behaved well in their fiefdoms.

but.

They were absolutely not allowed to migrate to the Tang Dynasty's homeland with their families.

Although factories in the Tang Dynasty needed labor, those from other ethnic groups could only serve as "short-term contract workers" or "prisoners of war forced laborers." They were escorted and managed by the Protectorate General. After finishing their work and earning a meager few vouchers, they had to return to where they came from.

The Tang Dynasty's household registration system was the most expensive and sacred bloodline contract in the world. Absolutely no foreign blood was allowed to seep into it.

"Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts. I demand that the bloodline of the Tang Dynasty remain absolutely pure in this core land!"

When the storyteller read the last sentence of the newspaper.

The entire teahouse, and even the streets of the West Market, erupted in thunderous cheers.

This stems from a deep-seated sense of national superiority and an extreme policy of protecting one's own.

It made every citizen of the Tang Dynasty, whether he was a wealthy merchant or a street vendor selling fried dough sticks, feel an unprecedented sense of extreme pride as a "first-class citizen of the world".

They finally understood.

His Highness the Crown Prince scattered those princes all over the world and captured those prisoners of war to build roads and mine coal in Chang'an.

It's not for any empty rhetoric or morality.

Instead, it is purely using the world's resources to support the people on this land!

"Long live Your Highness! Long live the Tang Dynasty!"

The fervent cheers echoed through the skies above Chang'an, lingering for a long time.

Meanwhile, in the Imperial Study of Taiji Palace.

Li Shimin's hands trembled slightly as he looked at the newspaper.

He spent his life on the battlefield, listening to countless strategists' plans for governing the country. Things like "all under heaven are one family," and "pacifying distant peoples."

But no one has ever dared to write the words "racial hierarchy" and "exploitation" so openly and blatantly as Li Chengqian, and even to write them as a fundamental national policy of the Tang Dynasty!

"That kid... he's really ruthless."

Li Shimin swallowed hard, but the light in his dragon eyes was frighteningly bright.

"However, I like it!"

He slammed the newspaper onto the imperial desk and turned to look at Changsun Wuji, who was equally shocked.

"Fuji, immediately carry out the Crown Prince's orders!"

"The Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of War jointly established something called... the 'Great Tang Customs Inspection Office'."

Li Shimin awkwardly used the vocabulary invented by Li Chengqian.

"Strictly investigate all foreigners entering or leaving the Tang Dynasty! Anyone without a specially approved travel document from the court, no matter what country they are, shall be beaten and thrown out!"

In the coming months.

With the full implementation of the "Indigenous Theory".

The welfare of the people of the Tang Dynasty experienced a terrifying surge.

Because of the continuous influx of supplies from around the world.

The imperial court even began to exempt the local people of the Tang Dynasty from many of the harsh and complicated taxes. Compulsory education was fully implemented, and the scale of the "Tang Dynasty Technical School" expanded again and again.

The people of Chang'an traveled daily by inexpensive steam trams. In the East Market, they could buy Persian spices, European wines, and even boots made from sealskin brought back from the coldest regions.

Those sweating profusely on the construction site were all foreign laborers with blond hair, dark skin, and some who couldn't even speak Mandarin clearly.

The people of the Tang Dynasty truly lived the kind of idyllic life where "as long as you lie down, you can enjoy the world's best lifestyle."

But in the eyes of Li Chengqian, the mastermind behind all of this.

This is the most perfect gift that he, a time traveler, could give to the Tang Dynasty.

It was evening.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the rows of concrete skyscrapers in Chang'an in a golden glow.

The evening breeze in early autumn is cool.

Li Chengqian sat alone, contentedly on the edge of a section of the city wall at the highest point of the imperial city.

He was holding a jar of Western Region fruit wine that had just been chilled with ice water.

Two long, slender legs swung freely in mid-air.

He looked down at the brightly lit, neon-lit metropolis below, which seemed like a cyberpunk behemoth breathing heavily.

Listen to the powerful whistle of the steam train in the distance.

Looking at the Tang Dynasty citizens on the streets and alleys, their faces radiating extreme confidence and composure.

Li Chengqian stretched out a big, satisfied yawn.

"This is what life is all about."

He took a sip of the chilled fruit wine, feeling the sweet liquid slide down his throat.

"The old man is so excited in the Taiji Hall every day about how to go to America to steal gold that he can't sleep."

"Those cheap younger brothers are also engaged in a fierce battle for territory all over the world."

"The machines in the Tang Dynasty are automatically generating wealth every day."

Li Chengqian's lips curled into a salty, unambitious smile.

"Now, finally no one's been nagging me to become emperor, right?"

He closed his eyes, feeling the gentle breeze, preparing for a perfect open-air rest on the city wall.

however.

In the brief moment after he closed his eyes.

The system notification sound that had been silent for a long time, and was almost forgotten by him.

Sudden.

Deepest in his mind.

It emitted a crisp, even soul-stirring, ringing sound.

【bite--!】