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

Li Chengqian glanced down slightly with his eyes hidden behind black aviator sunglasses.

He looked at the screenshot of the old man's losses on the holographic trading platform, a sea of ​​red indicating a complete margin call.

A slow, undisguised sneer curled at the corner of his lips.

Immediately following, a piercing system notification sound rang out.

A long string of colorful digital bullet comments suddenly burst open on the holographic screen.

"Hahahaha!"

These mocking fireworks, made up of low-level code, shot out from Li Chengqian's fingertips.

It exploded with a crackling sound in mid-air in the Taiji Hall, turning into a dazzling rain of light that fell all over Li Shimin's head and face.

"You unfilial son! How dare you!"

Li Shimin's chest heaved violently, like a broken bellows being pulled at full speed.

He slammed his hand down on the broken sandalwood dragon table, sending gold threads and charcoal ink flying everywhere.

The veins on his neck bulged out, as if they might burst at any moment.

"I'm intervening to stabilize the market! Don't you even know what a strategic view is? I'm saving the digital empire of the Tang Dynasty!"

The old man pointed at the screen, his fingers trembling rapidly with extreme anger.

He absolutely refused to admit that his investment had failed, and was still stubbornly clinging to the dignity of an emperor.

Li Chengqian rolled his eyes without any politeness and let out a loud burp into the microphone.

He casually pulled over a piece of the fund monitoring grid that was floating in mid-air.

His slender fingers casually traced a line across it.

A blindingly bright red line of funds flowed in a parabolic arc, instantly spanning the entire screen.

That red line clearly and coldly outlines how Li Shimin's millions of private funds were used to fall into a trap set by others step by step.

The system meticulously records the timestamps of every transaction and every point where a position was added.

"Market stabilization? Don't flatter yourself."

Li Chengqian's voice carried a lazy and disdainful air, as if he were delivering a crushing blow.

"Use your brilliant and powerful mind to think carefully. The underlying key to Tian Shu has always been in my hands."

"How could I, as the crown prince, not know better than those petty thieves in the sewers about such a crucial order as whether or not to disengage?"

This sentence was like a heavy hammer blow.

With overwhelming physical force, it slammed into Li Shimin's fragile imperial pride.

The old man's furious expression suddenly froze for a moment.

Li Chengqian shifted to a more comfortable position, crossing his legs and placing them on the rattan table in front of him.

"To tell you the truth, this was a setup from beginning to end."

It was a phishing code that Wu Zetian released in the background, specifically designed to exploit the false information circulating among powerful families to steal their secret funds.

The air pressure inside the Taiji Hall instantly dropped to freezing point.

Li Shimin froze on the spot, a comical stiffness appearing on his previously furious face.

His lips trembled slightly, and his gaze involuntarily turned to the other side of the side hall.

The virtual projection of Wu Zetian stood there quietly.

Her stunningly beautiful face remained expressionless, but the shrewdness and cold-bloodedness of a top hunter in her eyes could not be hidden.

"You...you all conspired to swindle my money?!"

Li Shimin felt a sweet taste in his throat, and almost spat a mouthful of blood onto the control panel.

He, the mighty emperor of the Tang Dynasty, boasted that he was one step ahead in the game on the battlefield.

As a result, in this cyber era, he has become prey on his own son and daughter-in-law's plate.

The royal real estate speculation group he painstakingly assembled turned out to be just a fat fish caught in the net by others when they were closing in.

"Father, how can this be called a trap? This is an algorithmic game that you voluntarily entered into."

Li Chengqian grinned and his fingers flew across the virtual keyboard.

A crisp system notification sounded.

Suddenly, a huge title shimmering with seven-colored neon light appeared above Li Shimin's head.

The light, multicolored and carrying the most extreme mockery, hovered firmly above the emperor's crown.

【The Great Tang Dynasty Universe's Top-Tier Veteran Leek】.

These nine large characters shone brightly in the Taiji Hall.

The light reflected off the old man's face, making it appear alternately red and green, creating a fascinating scene.

"Your investment acumen is even worse than that of a small-time vendor selling flatbread on the streets of the West Market."

You catch whatever others throw at you, and you jump right into the traps they dig for you—you're practically a thriving leek!

Li Chengqian's laughter echoed without reservation in every corner of the hall.

Standing beneath this light, Changsun Wuji was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

The powerful Duke of Zhao kept his head bowed very low.

His chin almost touched his chest.

The muscles in his face twitched uncontrollably, and his teeth clenched so hard they clicked.

The cold sweat on his forehead gathered into beads the size of soybeans, dripping down his nose and landing on the white marble floor tiles.

He held his breath tightly, afraid that he might burst out laughing.

If anyone dared to utter even the slightest laugh at this moment, the enraged emperor would surely draw his sword from the wall and chop him to pieces.

Fang Xuanling, standing beside him, was also trembling all over, his hands gripping the imperial tablet tightly, his knuckles completely white.

These imperial elites could only silently endure this inhuman mental torture.

Li Shimin was so angry that he lost all his strength, his legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the ruins of the dragon throne.

His hand trembled as he pointed at the projection of Wu Zetian, his mouth shaking.

"Return the money...return my private treasury! That's money I was saving to repair the Daming Palace!"

"This is the military budget I'm using to buy new mechs!"

Wu Zetian bowed slightly, performing an impeccable court etiquette, her tone respectful yet utterly cold.

"Your Majesty, the algorithmic rules of Tian Shu are above all real-world power."

Your account has triggered a forced liquidation agreement, and your funds have been automatically transferred to an irreversible settlement pool.

Even if I possessed extraordinary abilities, I could not alter the underlying code of this Heavenly Pivot.

Li Chengqian snapped his fingers crisply on the other side of the screen.

"Meiniang is right, you have to accept the consequences of your bet."

Your son has decided to transfer the entire sum to the Hawaii Second Beach Development Fund.

"It just so happens that we need to replace these sun umbrellas with solid gold ones. Your subject thanks the chairman for his generous donation!"

An electronic receipt bearing the official seal of the Crown Prince immediately popped up on the system interface.

Li Shimin watched helplessly as the last pitiful amount in his account was legally and legitimately plundered.

This absolute powerlessness in the face of rigid algorithms completely broke Li Shimin's defenses.

In this cyber world composed of zeros and ones, he, the supreme ruler of the Tang Dynasty, could not find any physical point of force to throw a tantrum.

He cannot send troops to destroy a server, nor can he use an imperial edict to modify a piece of code.

He could only stare like a trapped beast at his rebellious son, who was far away and slurping his cola.

"Alright, Father, get some rest. Don't stay up too late watching the stock market, it'll make you lose your hair."

Li Chengqian waved his hand, too lazy to look at the old man's lifeless expression.

The screen flickered violently, and the transoceanic connection was unilaterally and forcibly cut off.

The Taiji Hall returned to a deathly silence.

All that remained was the title "Top-Tier Old Leek," which tirelessly flashed its dazzling neon light in mid-air.

At most, the royal family lost a sum of money they had saved for their own enjoyment in this turmoil; they could simply consider it a ridiculous joke that the world had witnessed.

The old man's throne remained secure, and the physical foundation of the Tang Dynasty was not damaged.

But for those powerful families hiding in the shadows, attempting to leverage a new era...

That night was truly the end of the world.

Outside Chang'an City, in a dark, abandoned underground air-raid shelter.

The air was filled with a pungent, putrid smell and the acrid odor of burnt, low-quality engine oil.

The dim light bulb overhead emitted a buzzing sound of electricity.

The eldest son of the Wang family of Taiyuan was slumped on the rough cement ground like a lump of mud with its spine removed.

His once expensive Shu brocade robe had been torn into rags.

His hair was so messy that he looked like a madman who had been homeless for three years.

"Gone...all gone!"

Young Master Wang gripped his hair tightly with both hands, letting out a desperate growl from his throat, like a wild beast on its deathbed.

The holographic displays in front of him, pieced together from scrap parts, were all displaying a shockingly gray error message.

This was part of a joint effort to short-sell Datang Credit Points.

They mortgaged their family's iron mines, fertile fields in Guanzhong, and even the physical land deeds of their ancestral home, which had been passed down for hundreds of years.

They even borrowed huge sums of money at exorbitant interest rates from overseas Roman tycoons through the dark web.

As a result, Wu Zetian's seemingly innocuous false information, combined with the unreasonable forced liquidation mechanism of the Tian Shu system, led to Wu Zetian's disastrous outcome.

In a single second, they wiped out the enormous wealth they had accumulated over generations.

"Li Chengqian! Wu Meiniang! You two bloodsucking demons!"

Beside him, the surviving elder of the Cui clan of Qinghe suddenly spat a mouthful of blood onto the screen.

The foul-smelling blood slowly slid down the cold glass screen, appearing particularly gruesome in the dim light.

This once aloof and powerful patriarch now had eyes filled with a morbid madness, as if he had lost everything.

"We can no longer outmaneuver them by the official rules!"

Young Master Wang suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with terrifying red veins.

His facial features were so distorted that they were squeezed together, making him look like a demon.

"The Eastern Palace controls everything with algorithms, and we can't even find a single penny on the public internet!"

The royal family was nothing but a joke in this turmoil, but those aristocratic families who had truly lost everything finally pushed open a technological door to hell in their despair.