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

Inside the imperial study, the ecstasy of returning to the peak had not yet dissipated when the cold reality struck Li Shimin like a blunt object, slapping him hard on the back of the head.

He looked down at his own powerful hands, then looked up at the piles of memorials that looked like small mountains, and his eyes began to twitch wildly.

A sense of indignation at being outmaneuvered welled up from the depths of my heart.

"The traitor..."

Li Shimin gritted his teeth and squeezed out those two words.

His body, which was originally as upright as a pine tree, was now trembling slightly, a sign that he was so angry that his liver was aching.

He finally realized what was happening.

This so-called "Nine-Turn Longevity Elixir" and "Yuan Tiangang exhausted his life's energy" are all lies made up by that little bastard Li Chengqian!

What do you mean by feeling sorry for your father and not being able to bear seeing him grow old?

fart!

He clearly knew I wanted to retire and have great-grandchildren, so he deliberately set up this scheme to prolong my life!

This is hardly filial piety.

This is clearly the "ultimate working potion" that forces him to work overtime for five hundred years!

"Li Chengqian! Get back here right now!"

Li Shimin suddenly turned around and let out the most furious roar of his life towards the direction of the Eastern Palace.

Due to the surge in physical strength, this roar stirred up a visible sound wave in the hall, causing the screen to creak.

"You've made me like this; I don't even have the excuse of being old and blind anymore!"

"How can I now claim to have backaches and fatigue?"

"You're trying to work me to death!"

Li Shimin grew angrier the more he thought about it, and grabbed a Duan inkstone from the imperial desk.

I only wanted to vent, but when I applied a little pressure with my fingertips, the hard stone inkstone crumbled into powder like a crispy biscuit.

This terrifying power made him even more desperate.

That's great! Forget about approving official documents, even if he were to plow the fields right now, he could probably plow several hundred acres a day.

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger. Your Majesty's good health is a blessing for all the people!"

Changsun Wuji knelt on the ground, wiped the stone powder off his face, and still oblivious to his impending doom, went up to flatter him.

In his view, a younger emperor meant a more stable Tang Dynasty, and his nephew could remain crown prince for longer – a win-win situation.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Fang Xuanling also kowtowed with a fanatical expression, his tone extremely excited.

"Your Majesty's divine might is now unparalleled. If you were to rule for another five hundred years, it would truly be a blessing for the Tang Dynasty and a foundation for its lasting prosperity!"

Upon hearing these words, Li Shimin nearly coughed up blood.

Five hundred years?

Are these old fogies really planning to let him die on the dragon throne for the rest of his life?

He glanced down and looked around at the group of civil officials who were talking without any real understanding of the situation, his eyes turning murderous.

"Blessing? You think this is a blessing?"

Li Shimin casually pointed to the thick stack of labor import plans, his voice trembling.

"With so many official documents, how many will I have to read every day? Are you trying to turn me into a dried-up corpse on my desk?"

"How about I spit out this medicine and give a sip to each of you, so you can also serve me for five hundred years?"

Changsun Wuji shrank back and chuckled dryly, "This humble subject...this humble subject is unworthy of such a divine favor."

"If you can't handle it, then shut up!"

Li Shimin was seething with hatred. All he wanted to do was rush into the Eastern Palace and drag out that rebellious son who was hiding on a recliner eating ice cream.

He strode towards the door, each step he took on the white marble floor tiles producing a dull thud and leaving deep footprints.

"I'm going to tear down that damned Crown Prince's Palace right now!"

"I want to hang that brat from a crooked tree and whip him until he hands over the antidote!"

As soon as I rushed out of the Imperial Study, I bumped into a familiar figure.

At this moment, Xu Xiao was leading several eunuchs, struggling to lift a sphere that was half a person tall and shimmered with a metallic luster.

"Oh, Your Majesty, your footwork is quite light and agile."

Xu Xiao stopped, grinned, and revealed a set of white teeth.

His limping gait was glaringly obvious to Li Shimin at that moment.

"Xu Xiao! Where is that unfilial son? Make him come out and see me!"

Li Shimin stared at the iron ball, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Xu Xiao put down the wooden bar on his shoulder, dusted off his hands, and slowly took out a note from his pocket.

"His Highness said that he is currently in a period of 'scientific inspiration burst,' and he is in seclusion, refusing to see anyone who tries to see him."

"However, Your Highness anticipated that Your Majesty might be 'excessively energetic' at the moment, so you specially sent me this."

Li Shimin frowned and glanced at the iron ball that had been propped up.

"What kind of monstrosity has that rebellious son come up with this time?"

"Your Majesty, this is called the 'Global Topography Instrument,' and it was hand-drawn by Your Highness."

Xu Xiao pointed to the undulating patterns on the iron ball, his tone slightly teasing.

"His Highness also conveyed a message to this humble subject, saying that if you feel that the memorials from the Tang Dynasty are insufficient to approve, and you have nowhere to vent your pent-up energy..."

Xu Xiao paused deliberately, then looked up at Li Shimin's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He said, "You can go south along the Pacific Ocean and catch penguins in that white circle in Antarctica."

"He said that the birds over there are not only clumsy-looking, but also thick-skinned and tough, making them perfect for Your Majesty, a war god who has been 'reborn,' to practice in actual combat."

After hearing this, Li Shimin stood there stunned for a full three seconds.

Antarctica? Catching penguins?

Although he didn't know what a penguin was, he knew that the place must be extremely cold.

That rebellious son actually made the mighty Emperor of the Tang Dynasty go to such a place to fight with birds?

"Li...Cheng...Qian!"

Li Shimin suddenly kicked a bronze crane statue next to him.

"Clang!"

The bronze crane, weighing several hundred kilograms, flew more than ten meters away and crashed into the palace wall, leaving a large hole.

He looked down at the huge globe, then at the city of Chang'an, which was almost as bright as day.

He suddenly realized that he was truly completely controlled by his son for the rest of his life.

The title and the prestige are his.

But all this hard work, tiring work, and the trivial pressures of governing the country were firmly placed on Li Shimin's shoulders by Li Chengqian with this tube of purple liquid.

"Old man, now you understand what it means to 'be entrusted with a great mission by Heaven,' right?"

The air seemed to echo with Li Chengqian's annoying, teasing laughter.

Li Shimin looked up at the sky with a mixture of grief and indignation, his eyes reddening.

"Wang De! Go and wake up my imperial kitchen!"

"I want to eat! I'll devour that rebellious son's private treasury!"

"Your Majesty, then this globe..."

Wang De asked cautiously.

Li Shimin turned his head, stared at the sphere, and suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"Move to my bedchamber!"

"Since I'm not retiring, then I'll see which corner of this earth hasn't been adorned with my flag!"

"When I get back from catching the penguins, I'll make that rebellious son kneel down and wipe my boots!"

Wei Zheng, holding his official tablet, silently delivered the final blow from behind.

"Your Majesty, an urgent telegram has arrived from Southeast Asia, saying that the local laborers are 30% less efficient because they are homesick. Do you think we should send a telegram back and scold them a bit?"

Li Shimin stumbled and almost fell.

He turned around abruptly and roared at Wei Zheng.

"I want to eat braised pork right now! Can't you let me have a bite first before you start scolding me?"