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

Before Li Shimin's roar could even leave the Taiji Palace, Li Chengqian, far away in Hawaii, was awakened by the frantically vibrating alarm on his wrist.

The tactical mechanical watch, crafted from high-grade carbon fiber, was now flashing a blinding, dangerous red light.

A sharp buzzing sound traveled down his wrist skin, blasting directly into his central nervous system at an almost savage frequency.

Salty Fish's morning grumpiness instantly turned into a raging fire, causing Li Chengqian to suddenly sit up from his comfortable beach chair.

He ripped off the silk blindfold from his face with such force that the straps snapped taut in the air.

"What's wrong with the old man in the middle of the night? Can't he let me get a good night's sleep?"

With his messy, tousled hair, Li Chengqian rubbed his throbbing brow with his fingertips, his clear voice filled with intense irritation and murderous intent.

Wu Meiniang, who was sitting to the side, was startled by the commotion and sat up in surprise.

She was about to ask a question when she saw Li Chengqian's face turn cold as he casually made a sharp slash in the air.

The pale blue holographic disc instantly unfolded under the parasol.

The blackened sign of the destruction of the quantum base station across the ocean in the province of Europa, and Li Shimin's supreme military and political order to forcibly mobilize troops and massacre the city of Chang'an.

In that instant, it transformed into lines of shocking, blood-red warnings, spreading out in the center of Li Chengqian's vision.

"Environmental credits? Breathing tax?"

Li Chengqian looked at those outrageous policy documents, his lips twitching violently from sheer speechlessness.

"This old man's gone mad from watching the charts. Does he really think he can rule the universe just because he's got digital dominance?"

His original plan to enjoy the lazy mood of the sea breeze was completely ruined by this transnational crisis.

Li Chengqian knew very well that if the Great Snow Dragon Riders were allowed to enter the workshops of Europe and start killing people, the hard-won silicon-based civilization chain would completely collapse overnight.

By then, all the workers who had mastered mecha repair technology would be dead, and the Tang Dynasty's technology tree would have to regress to the era of cold weapons.

How will he be able to lie flat in the future?

Who will build him a supersonic fake plane?

"Your Highness, this situation is spiraling out of control. Should I use the financial gateway to forcibly intercept the troop deployment funds from each province?"

Wu Zetian stepped forward, a sharp and resolute look appearing on her beautiful face.

Her soft, boneless hands were already resting on the miniature keyboard, and a cold, superior glint flashed in the depths of her eyes.

"There's no need for that. Arguing with that stubborn mule on the phone is a complete waste of my breath."

Li Chengqian sneered, his eyes shifting unpredictably.

His calloused hands left afterimages on the control panel, bypassing the cumbersome official communication channels and forcibly connecting to the highest creator backend of the Tian Shu system.

This is the kind of "workhorse chairman" who has gone to extremes in the financial world and has even begun to show tyrannical tendencies.

The most effective countermeasure has never been any remonstrance in the imperial court.

Rather, it is technological suppression from a higher dimension.

This is the romance of dimensional reduction attack.

"Tian Shu, load the highest immunity agreement and lock the Datang Chairman's operating account."

Li Chengqian spoke very quickly, his voice carrying a chilling air of dominance over life and death, masked by the sound of the waves.

Enter the code to force overwrite: `SYS_MUTE_001`.

He pressed his fingertip heavily on the Enter key.

In that instant, the quantum transmitter on the Hawaiian beach released an invisible pulse signal that traveled across the ocean in a fraction of a millisecond along with the geostationary satellite.

This operation, at its core, effectively sealed off the supreme imperial power of the Tang Dynasty with a cold, numerical seal.

"Instruction confirmed. The Chairman's account on Datang has been muted. Countdown to maximum access control lock: twelve hours."

The crisp, melodious electronic synthesized sound of the machine represented how, at this moment, imperial power was ruthlessly caged by technology.

Meanwhile, in Chang'an, thousands of miles away, inside the Taiji Hall.

The atmosphere had become so tense that it was on the verge of exploding.

Li Shimin stood before the magnificent central control console, his face ashen, his right fingertips pressed firmly against the red physical button that represented the army's departure.

Fang Xuanling and Changsun Wuji, who were lying on the ground below the stage, were ashen-faced, their bodies trembling violently from extreme terror.

Even the electronic dragons on the pillars of the main hall dimmed under the oppressive force of the emperor's fury.

"I want those barbarians to understand that even the air on this earth has an owner!"

Li Shimin's voice was furious and distorted, carrying a chilling hoarseness.

Just a millisecond before his fingertip touched the button.

In the eyes of everyone in the Taiji Hall, a single second was forcibly stretched to its limit.

Wei Zheng's eyes widened, his eyeballs were bloodshot with extreme tension, and he could even hear his own heart pounding with fear.

"Buzz—"

A low, sluggish electronic wail suddenly rang out beneath the giant dome of the Taiji Hall.

Immediately afterwards, the deep blue disc that had filled the entire hall and represented supreme wealth and power underwent a nuclear explosion-like light distortion.

A lifeless, pure white beam of light, like a sharp sword, pierced through all the constantly updating financial charts.

The light was so bright that Li Shimin, standing on the high platform, had to instinctively close his eyes and raise his left hand to shield them.

When he opened his eyes again.

The giant holographic control console that he was so proud of and had been able to use at will had now completely turned gray.

It was a deathly gray, cold, and devoid of any vitality.

The red button, representing supreme power, lost all power and slumped back into the alloy slot. No matter how hard Li Shimin pressed it, he could no longer activate the microswitch.

The loudspeaker array in the main hall malfunctioned for a moment.

Li Shimin's unfinished roar was stuck in his throat, and due to the deprivation of his authority, it could only produce a weak gurgling sound in the air.

The immense sense of loss, from having his omniscient and omnipotent power drained away in an instant, left him feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cave, frozen in place.

The courtiers below were stunned.

Fang Xuanling looked up in bewilderment, staring at the emperor on the high platform who had suddenly fallen silent, and then at the gray screen that had become scrap metal.

The shock of that generational divide made him even forget the dignity of getting up.

"What...what's going on? Why has His Majesty's imperial might been broken?"

Changsun Wuji secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, staring intently at the center of the gray curtain wall.

Because there, an arrogant holographic avatar was slowly popping up, accompanied by a line of blood-red notification boxes.

In the picture, Li Chengqian is still wearing those aviator sunglasses, and he even has a small purple straw in his mouth in a very provocative manner.

Inside the Taiji Hall, Li Shimin was about to press the red button to deploy the army when a flash of white light suddenly appeared on the control panel screen, followed by a deathly gray. In the center of the screen, Li Chengqian's portrait and a line of text slowly appeared.