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

Li Shimin slowly slumped onto the dragon throne, staring blankly at the holographic push bar that symbolized supreme power.

The wide chair back, carved with nine golden dragons, was now cold and hard, offering him no warmth whatsoever.

The holographic lights that relit the main hall stretched his somewhat hunched silhouette long on the white marble steps, making him appear exceptionally lonely.

The master control lever, crafted with the painstaking efforts of countless top craftsmen of the Tang Dynasty, gleamed with a smooth, cold metallic light under the lamp.

But in Li Shimin's eyes, the blank state of this thing when it crashed had become a lingering nightmare.

His hands, calloused from years of holding horse reins, hung limply at the sides of his dragon robe, his fingertips still trembling slightly from the intense force he had just exerted.

The dramatic events of that night brought this emperor, who had been expanding his territory, to a complete awakening.

He originally thought he was the only true god in the new era of the Tang Dynasty, and that he could manipulate those ancient families at will with the help of the glowing box in front of him.

But it wasn't until those five minutes of internet outage that he realized his proud identity as a "cyber tyrant" was actually so empty and ridiculous.

Without the support of underlying data, even a few strings of foreign Trojan code cannot be dealt with by imperial power.

This vast empire built from numbers, once it loses its core computing power for maintenance, is nothing more than a magnificent castle built on sand.

With just a gentle push, the castle would instantly collapse into ruins.

Li Shimin twitched his withered lips, his dragon eyes filled with bewilderment.

"Minister Fang, did you... see that kid's methods clearly just now?"

Li Shimin slowly closed his eyes, letting out a hoarse, low question.

His voice was soft and slow, yet it carried an unprecedented sense of desolation and emptiness, echoing lonely between the beams and pillars of the main hall.

"Your Majesty, I... I only saw the entire internet fall into complete silence in an instant, and the subsequent restart was beyond human capability."

Fang Xuanling quickly stepped forward, bowed, and answered.

His back was bent low, and the look of horror on his face, born of panic, had not yet completely faded.

This absolute dominance, which transcends the rules of physics, completely eroded the pride in Li Shimin's bones.

For the first time, he felt an almost awe-inspiring reverence for technology and for his lazy, unruly son on the Hawaiian island who only thought about sunbathing all day.

He used to think that Li Chengqian was an ignorant and incompetent fool who could only produce things through trickery.

But tonight's decisive physical disconnection made him realize that the rebellious son held the supreme power to restart this world at any time.

The other party was not a subject of the Tang Dynasty; the other party was the only low-level deity in this cyber age.

Amidst this silent awe, the clamor of voices has been reignited on the long street outside Daming Palace.

With the full activation of the Tian Shu system, Chang'an City, which had been shrouded in darkness for five minutes, was instantly filled with dazzling lights.

People from countless households, as if they had survived a catastrophe, opened their windows and burst into even more frenzied cheers as they looked at the credit points they had regained in their bracelets.

"Digital Treasure is really back! The government didn't lie to us!"

"Lucky money! His Majesty's red envelopes have doubled! Long live the Great Tang Dynasty!"

Ignorant commoners took to the streets to celebrate New Year's Eve, and dragon and lion dance troupes once again set off on Zhuque Street, creating a scene of peace and prosperity.

Ordinary people will never know that in those 30,000 milliseconds, the very foundation of the Tang Dynasty was almost wiped out in large swaths of the New World.

They were only immersed in the immersive pleasure brought by numbers, and continued to shout "Long live the emperor!" for the generosity of the imperial power.

This sense of dissonance, with its interplay of light and shadow, left the courtiers in the hall with complex expressions.

Changsun Wuji held the empty wine cup, staring at the massive amount of red envelope data flashing on the screen, his lips turning pale.

He took two steps forward and broke the silence with a slight stutter.

"Your Majesty, although the Crown Prince's methods have resolved the crisis, the five minutes of power outage across the entire territory have caused quite a stir among the people."

"Turbulence? As long as Tian Shu is still in that kid's hands, the world won't be turned upside down."

Li Shimin opened his eyes, and the tyranny in his dragon eyes had been replaced by a deep weariness.

He waved his hand weakly, stopping Changsun Wuji from making further probes.

At this moment, the old man's mind was filled with the ghastly white physical power-off command from across the ocean.

That power that could silence everything with a single click made him, as the father, feel utterly powerless for the first time in front of his son.

In this era, Li Shimin's sword was ultimately no match for Li Chengqian's electric switch.

Just a second later, the atmosphere inside the Taiji Hall was so heavy it felt like it was about to drip water.

On the side of the main hall, on the secondary control panel that was originally used to monitor global financial indices.

A beam of dark blue spectral particles suddenly distorted slightly, and then Wu Zetian's fully armed holographic projection condensed again.

Her tactical light armor still carried the chilling smoke from the underground of the Academy of Sciences, emitting the pungent smell of machine oil and electric arcs.

But on that exquisitely beautiful face, at this moment, the calmness and shrewdness he had displayed when he was in charge of the central bank of the Tang Dynasty had returned.

Wu Meiniang's cool gaze slowly swept across the hall.

Upon seeing the wine stains left on the ground, and the fearful faces and askew hats of the founding ministers, he was deeply moved.

The corners of her mouth subtly turned up, forming a playful, subtle curve.

These ordinary nobles on earth were ultimately stripped of their last shred of arrogance by their master's ruthless hand.

The older generation of the Tang Dynasty, faced with the iron curtain of data, were as weak as country bumpkins who had never seen the world.

She walked slowly and gracefully to the side of the dragon throne, her steps unsteady, and bowed slightly to Li Shimin, who was exhausted on the throne.

Although she was just a holographic projection, the pressure of digital wealth emanating from her instantly overwhelmed the secular imperial power of the Taiji Palace.

"Your Majesty, the Cyberspace Administration's task force has already taken Gongshu to the West Market, and all the remnants of the 'Old Tang' aristocratic families have been physically apprehended."

Wu Meiniang's voice had a unique magnetism, making it exceptionally clear in the deathly silent hall.

Li Shimin didn't speak, but rubbed his temples heavily and nodded slightly.

He doesn't even have the strength to say another word now.

He just wanted to know what other unreasonable methods his rebellious son, far away in Hawaii, would use to torment him, his father, next.

If we unplug the power today, will we also format the chairman's personal ID tomorrow?

The court officials all turned their attention to this young woman who held the financial lifeline of the Tang Dynasty.

The micro-expressions in everyone's eyes, besides shock, revealed a sense of helplessness in the face of the new era's rules.

They discovered that the principles of governance they had studied all their lives were nothing more than a bunch of red lines that could be used to manipulate the market at any time, according to this woman.

Wei Zheng gripped his court tablet tightly, his parched lips moved slightly, but he ultimately dared not utter the ancient admonition, "The empress dowager must not interfere in politics."

Before a deity who can cut off power with a single click, the old-fashioned rituals and laws are no different from waste paper.

Wu Zetian's phoenix eyes darted around, her gaze settling on the global stock market index that had just recovered and was now jumping wildly upwards.

The comprehensive credit curve belonging to Datang, after five minutes of lifeless straight line, disappeared.

At this moment, due to the restart of the Heavenly Pivot, it is shooting straight towards the top of the sky with a terrifying force that is a hundred times more violent than before.

Capital from all over the world is going crazy buying into the invincible myth of the Tang Dynasty.

Those foreign financial tycoons who were originally shorting Datang are now being swept away by the data waterfall and heading to the rooftop in droves.

In a corner of the hall, Wu Meiniang watched as Li Shimin's sharp edge was completely worn down, a shrewd smile playing on her lips: "Your Majesty, the crisis is over. Shouldn't we start calculating how to recover from that five-minute internet outage that caused the stock market to plummet?"