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

That roar, piercing through the clouds and the ocean, carrying the Tang emperor's decades of pent-up grief and indignation, landed precisely on the red landline of the beach villa on Salted Fish Island.

Inside the Imperial Study of Taiji Palace, Li Shimin was in a near-self-ignited state. He gripped the red receiver, soaked with sweat, his knuckles pale and sickly from excessive force. His chest hissed like an accordion stretched to its limit with each heavy breath. The veins on his forehead bulged beyond their skin's control, writhing angrily across his handsome face.

"You unfilial son! What nonsense are you spouting on TV?" Li Shimin roared into the microphone. His voice was so loud that it gave the eunuch Xiao Wang, who was pressed against the wall, ringing in his ears. Xiao Wang even thought that if the telephone line could transmit internal energy, Salted Fish Island would probably be half sunk by now.

"I've been your beast of burden for so many years! I've gotten up earlier than the rooster and gone to bed later than the dog, my hands cramping from writing so many edicts! And you dare to laugh at me in front of the whole world?"

Li Shimin felt increasingly aggrieved as he spoke. He recalled how he had spun around like a top all these years, personally handling every single global telegram. And that wretched son of his, sitting there holding a coconut, calling himself an "old ox." This act of having his pants pulled down in public by his own son, displaying his status as a "high-class laborer," deeply humiliated this once invincible war god.

"You have three hours to get back to Chang'an in your beat-up plane! You must inherit the throne today! I'm done! I can't stand it for another minute!"

Li Shimin's saliva almost sprayed into the microphone. He slammed his hand on the table, sending the unfinished stack of lunar base infrastructure plans flying everywhere.

"I'm going to an island tomorrow! I'm going to sunbathe too! Let whoever wants to approve this memorial approve it, let whoever wants to meddle in this world meddle! If you don't come back, I'll issue an edict banning all your private jet routes and make you spend the rest of your life on that wretched island with monkeys!"

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of kilometers away on Xianyu Island, the setting sun is gently gilding the beach with a golden edge.

The waves gently lapped against the table, creating a soothing rhythm.

Li Chengqian comfortably rolled over. He casually tossed the coconut, now drained of its juice, into the sandpit, his movements as gentle as if he were arranging a rare treasure. A nonchalant smile played on his lips, his eyelids barely open. The panic of being "called out" by his father across the ocean didn't even faze him.

Wu Zetian, standing to the side, was leisurely tearing open a bag of chilled seafood snacks, her movements elegant and composed. Suddenly, a faint roar came through the receiver, as if one could feel the anger and agitation of the other party even from a thousand miles away. Wu Zetian couldn't help but smile slightly, her laughter clear and melodious, like a nightingale singing in a valley, yet containing a subtle hint of helplessness and mockery.

She was all too familiar with the relationship between this father and son; they were practically sworn enemies, always putting on a farcical spectacle. Such drama was commonplace for the Tang Dynasty royal family, practically an annual "regular." However, this time seemed somewhat unusual—Li Chengqian had been incredibly bold, exposing this family feud to the entire world!

At this moment, Xu Xiao stood quietly in the porch, his face terribly grim. His eyes, which were originally as sharp as a hawk's, now gleamed with a cold light, veins bulged on his forehead, and his lips were tightly pursed; he was clearly furious. When he heard the deafening roar that nearly shattered the microphone, his body trembled involuntarily, his hands clenched into fists, and he wished he could rush up and grab the troublemaker immediately.

Just then, Li Chengqian waved his hand, signaling Xu Xiao not to act impulsively. Although his expression remained serious, a cunning glint flickered deep in his eyes...

Li Chengqian didn't immediately back down as he usually did. He reached out and took a piece of ice from the ice bucket next to the beach chair. He slowly put the ice into his mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound, enjoying the refreshing coolness. Then, he skillfully and slowly moved the earpiece, which was radiating his father's anger, away from his ear.

His hand holding the microphone was steady, without even a tremor. He was waiting, waiting for Li Shimin's most intense barrage of fire to subside slightly.

The voice on the other end of the receiver was still shrill, carrying a fierce intensity that seemed to want to crawl along the radio waves and strangle him. Li Shimin was clearly jumping up and down cursing in the imperial study, each breath carrying embers of flames.

When the person on the other end was so angry that their mouth was dry and they had taken a short breather, Li Chengqian slowly brought the microphone to a position about three centimeters from his mouth.

His expression was priceless. It was a mischievous, lazy, and somewhat wickedly amused look, with a hint of "I love seeing you hate me but can't do anything about it." His eyes shone with an astonishing light in that instant, a light that seemed to be the "salted fish's revenge."

Li Chengqian remained calm, instead slightly opening his mouth and pressing the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth. He didn't speak, but instead emitted a rhythmic, extremely affected friction sound.

"Sizzle... sizzle... sizzle..."

As he simulated the sound of electricity, he shouted into the camera and receiver in an innocent, even slightly panicked tone:

"Feed? Feed? What did you say, Father? The signal... the signal seems to be weak!"

As he spoke, he waved to the reporter, signaling for the camera to come closer so that the world could see his sincere face, which was filled with the pain of "signal interference."

"Oh my god! The sunspot activity in the Pacific is so intense! I can't hear anything! I can't hear anything at all!"

Li Chengqian remained calm, instead skillfully moving the receiver further away and making affected, simulated electrical noises: "Feed? Feed?"