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

The sun on Xianyu Island was still scorching, and the camera lens, like a greedy eye, projected Li Chengqian's lazy posture onto the entire planet without reservation.

At this moment, the global signal transmission network is under unprecedented pressure.

On oil platforms in the Persian Gulf, the rugged workers halted their deafening drilling, gathering around an oil-stained LCD television, holding their breath. In London's financial district, traders who had been frantically battling between red and green numbers now uniformly put down their phones, their eyes glued to the giant screen in the center of the hall. Even at the Datang Research Station in Antarctica, researchers in heavy winter suits disregarded the samples cooling in their hands, all eyes fixed on a man in floral shorts carrying a coconut.

Li Chengqian looked at the camera, his eyelids drooping slightly.

He seemed completely unaware of the enormous impact his words would have on the calm surface of society.

"Please don't follow my example, everyone please don't follow my example."

He shifted to a more comfortable position, crossing his right leg over his left, and casually wiggled the toe that was sticking out.

"I'm a negative example. My life has been devoid of any fighting spirit from beginning to end. Look at those history books, which protagonist didn't overcome all obstacles and endure hardship to achieve their goal? As for me? I'm just a lucky person who was born into a good family. The word 'effort' is probably only as far away from me as Mars and Earth in this life."

In that instant, Li Chengqian's lips twitched slightly downwards in the shot, a gesture of pure self-loathing.

Upon hearing this, the reporter's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably twice.

He felt his career was undergoing a nuclear-level baptism. The interview outlines he had prepared about "diligent governance and love for the people" and "painstaking efforts" now seemed like a pile of waste paper. Looking at Li Chengqian's self-righteous and "hopeless" appearance, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't utter a single word.

The entire internet exploded with comments at that moment.

The servers of the official Datang forum issued a piercing alarm due to the overload of instantaneous access. The capacitors on the motherboard burst one after another in the server room, flashing blue-purple sparks.

"This is my ultimate idol! His Highness has spoken my mind!" An ordinary white-collar worker in Chang'an City frantically typed on the keyboard, even knocking the space bar away in his excitement.

"No fighting spirit? I have no fighting spirit either! It turns out I'm only one system away from the pinnacle of the Tang Dynasty!"

"If I could plant the Tang Dynasty's dragon flag all over the moon without working hard, then I would be willing to lie down for Your Highness for the rest of my life!"

These comments were screenshotted and forwarded by netizens, and Li Chengqian's photo of him slumped in a recliner was turned into countless versions of memes in less than a minute.

He became the ultimate spiritual leader for the global "lying flat" youth.

On the beach in Hawaii, Li Chengqian seemed to think the fire wasn't burning bright enough, so he added a handful of the most poisonous dry firewood.

"If I could do it all over again, I really would want to be born into an ordinary landlord family. We would have hundreds of acres of fertile land, three or five sensible maids to serve us, and I could sleep in every day until I naturally woke up. I could eat hot pot whenever I wanted, or barbecue whenever I wanted. Being the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty is just too tiring."

He sighed, gazing intently at the distant horizon, as if his wasted, mediocre life truly lay hidden there.

"Every morning when I open my eyes, I have to think about how to make the world a little more convenient so I can be a little lazier. You think I'm doing humanity a favor? No, I just want to save myself some trouble. Anyone who's lived this kind of life knows how inhuman it is."

This extremely Versailles-esque speech crossed the Pacific Ocean, crossed the Siberian ice fields, and precisely penetrated the sound system of the super-large LCD TV in the Imperial Study of Taiji Palace.

The air in the Imperial Study froze completely in that instant.

The eunuch Wang pressed himself against the cold, white marble pillar, wishing he could shrink into an invisible speck of dust. He could sense a cataclysmic storm brewing behind his desk.

Li Shimin stared intently at the screen, his face, usually in its prime in his twenties, contorted with rage.

His large hands, which had once wielded a longbow and slain enemy generals, were now gripping the steel edge of the table tightly. The once smooth surface was now marked with ten clear finger marks, and the grating sound of twisting metal was particularly eerie in the silent room.

"An ordinary landlord's family?"

Li Shimin squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, each word carrying a chilling aura capable of freezing magma.

"Is being the crown prince too tiring?"

His blood pressure spiked dramatically at that moment. The veins on his forehead throbbed like writhing blue snakes with each heavy breath.

He thought about his life over the past few decades.

For the sake of this vast Tang Dynasty, he slept less than four hours a day. He ate the driest, hardest marching biscuits and drank the bitterest stimulant soup. He argued with those rigid civil officials until his voice was hoarse over the selection of the lunar base site. For the stability of this empire, every strand of his hair betrayed his anxious, inward-curving mind.

As a result, the rebellious son who was out enjoying the company of beautiful women, drinking coconut juice, and feeling the sea breeze actually said in front of a billion people around the world that all of this was just to find a "workhorse" to work for him.

Li Shimin felt that his intelligence had been utterly humiliated.

He was not only cheated, but also treated as the world's most valuable labor force by that unfilial son, who paid him extra, provided his own food, and worked the hardest.

On the screen, Li Chengqian was still facing the camera, feigning innocence with a "I'm helpless" expression.

"I need to find someone hardworking and reliable to do my job..."

These words were like a vicious curse, echoing repeatedly in Li Shimin's ears and striking at his fragile self-esteem.

In that instant, countless ways to torture that rebellious son flashed through his mind. Skin him alive? That would be too lenient. Launch him to Mars on a rocket to dig up dirt? That would also be too easy.

His raging fury finally broke through the defenses of reason.

Li Shimin's forehead veins bulged as he grabbed the pure gold and jade-inlaid TV remote and smashed it hard against the screen.