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

The vermilion doors of the Imperial Study swayed precariously under the immense impact.

Changsun Wuji ran so fast that he lost one of his official boots, but he didn't bother to pick it up and rushed into the palace.

Fang Xuanling followed closely behind, and their gazes froze the moment they fell upon the tall figure in the center of the hall.

The old emperor, who was originally sitting on the dragon throne, was now gone, looking somewhat thin and with graying temples.

Instead, there was a young man with cascading black hair and eyes as bright as stars.

The dragon robe on the young man was clearly too small, clinging tightly to his bulging muscles.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty?"

Changsun Wuji rubbed his eyes hard, his voice trembling and out of tune, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.

He had experienced the Xuanwu Gate Incident and witnessed rivers of blood in his life, but he had never seen anyone shrink back in front of him.

Li Shimin was at this moment immersed in an unprecedented sense of elation.

He felt the surging life force within him about to burst forth from his skin.

This long-lost, wild burst of energy caused him to let out a long howl involuntarily.

"Fuji, Xuanling, I'm not dead yet, why are you both looking so mournful?"

Li Shimin spoke slowly, his voice no longer hoarse, but instead resounding like a great bell, causing the dust on the roof to fall with a soft rustling sound.

The oppressive feeling brought by this sound wave made Changsun Wuji's legs go weak, and he knelt directly on the ground.

"Your Majesty... have you truly become an immortal?"

Fang Xuanling disregarded the decorum of a civil official and knelt down with a thud.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Zheng, Tang Jian, and a group of generals on duty outside knelt down in a dark mass.

"Auspicious omens descend from heaven! Long live the Emperor!"

The shouts of the courtiers soared to the heavens, carrying a fanaticism that seemed to scorch the air.

In their view, this was beyond the scope of medical explanation.

Rejuvenation.

These miracles, which only existed in ancient books and myths, appeared vividly before their eyes.

What does this tell us?

This shows that the Li family of the Tang Dynasty was truly ordained by Heaven.

What science? What telegraph? This is clearly a sign of the coming of God's kingdom.

"Get up, all of you, get up!"

Li Shimin waved his hand and felt the force of the palm wind sweeping through the void, feeling extremely satisfied.

He looked down at the marble pillar that he had smashed with his fist, his eyes filled with an almost tangible excitement.

What retirement?

Why go to Luoyang to take the kids?

That's a foolish thing only ordinary people would do.

I now feel that I can reign for another five hundred years.

If I were to go to the Pacific Ocean now, I could catch the sharks there and pickle them like salted fish.

"Chengqian, is there any more of this medicine?"

Li Shimin suddenly turned around and stared intently at Li Chengqian, who was leisurely peeling lychees to the side.

Li Chengqian pursed his lips and casually tossed the lychee peel aside.

"Old man, do you think this is a cabbage? Yuan Tiangang even poured his most treasured merits into that one tube."

Li Shimin was not annoyed by this; instead, he burst into hearty laughter.

His physical condition is currently at its peak.

He felt he could spend an entire night revising ten years' worth of memorials, and incidentally plow through the territories of Europe and the Americas several times over.

"Very well! Since Heaven has been kind to me, then this old bone of mine... no, this divine body of mine, shall change the world once again!"

He strides confidently over the stone pillar fragments, exuding an aura of dominance that seems to say he wants to trample the world under his feet.

The courtiers were still kowtowing frantically, and Wei Zheng was even drafting a memorial to celebrate His Majesty's ascension to immortality.

Li Chengqian looked at his father's back, which had swelled to the point of almost flying, and sighed softly.

He clapped the juice off his hands and innocently raised his hand.

"Father, please don't rush to conquer the stars and the sea."

Without turning his head, Li Shimin asked with an air of domineering arrogance, "What? Do you have a surprise for me?"

Li Chengqian coughed lightly, the sound standing out abruptly in the hall.

"It's not exactly a surprise, but there's a small thing I need to remind you of."

"This 'longevity potion' has a side effect: while it strengthens your body, it also accelerates your metabolism."

Li Shimin paused for a moment, turned around, and looked at him with some suspicion.

"Metabolism? What does that mean?"

Li Chengqian pointed to Li Shimin's small belly at the opportune moment.

"That means... you are now consuming five times more energy per day than before."

"If you don't hurry up and eat that braised deer tendon, within half an hour you will feel something unprecedented..."

Before he could finish speaking...

"Gurgle—!"

A rumble from his stomach, like a muffled thunderclap, instantly emanated from Li Shimin's robust body.

The sound was so loud that even the Imperial Guards outside the palace could hear it.

Li Shimin's face froze.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable hunger overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

He felt like he could swallow a whole elephant right now.

"Chengqian, why...why didn't you say so sooner?"

Li Shimin clutched his stomach; the imperial aura he had just exuded, which had seemed to rule the world, instantly crumbled by half.

Li Chengqian spread his hands, his expression sincere.

"You were too quick to grab the medicine just now, I didn't have time to say anything."

"Father, do you feel like there are hundreds of little people fighting in your stomach right now?"

Li Shimin gritted his teeth, and cold sweat even seeped out of his forehead.

The feeling of being so hungry that he felt like biting someone made him almost unsteady on his feet.

"Quickly! Wang De! Bring me all the braised pork, steamed lamb, and cured unicorn from the imperial kitchen!"

Li Shimin let out a fierce roar at the gate.

The ministers looked at each other, their initial fervent worship now tinged with a hint of bewilderment.

Do even immortals get hungry so easily?

Fang Xuanling stammered, "Your Majesty, this auspicious omen... should it be eaten with rice?"

Li Shimin was so hungry that his eyes were practically glowing green. He grabbed a jade pillow from the dragon throne and almost crushed it because of his great strength.

"Stop talking nonsense! I want to eat! Now! Immediately! Right now!"

Li Chengqian calmly peeled another lychee beside him.

"Old man, I forgot to tell you, during the peak effect of this drug, you might need to eat eight meals a day."

"And there's more to this side effect than meets the eye, so you should be prepared."

Li Shimin swallowed hard as he glared fiercely at Li Chengqian.

"What else? Tell me everything at once!"

Li Chengqian chuckled, his eyes revealing a capitalist's calculation.

"Well... with your physical abilities, if you don't go to a construction site to carry bricks or go to the frontier for military training to burn off some energy, you might be too excited to sleep at night."

"At that time, you might have to drag Old Man Wei and the others into a long discussion about the grand blueprint of the Tang Dynasty."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zheng's white beard twitched, and he almost fainted.

"Your Majesty, I am too old to accompany you!"

Li Shimin was so hungry he was dizzy, and he pointed at Wei Zheng and shouted.

"You have to keep me company, whether you can't or not! If I can't sleep, none of you will get any rest!"

"Chengqian, you unfilial son... Did you do this on purpose?"