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

Li Shimin silently turned around and walked back to the Tian Shu control panel.

The intricate holographic blue light deep within the main hall was gradually subsiding.

A pale blue halo shone on the old man's bare feet.

The faint electric current remaining on the floor tiles made his toes curl up.

The tingling, stinging sensation crept up the soles of my feet, inch by inch.

Li Shimin did not move an inch.

His toes dug into the physical gaps of the white marble brick.

The fingernails turned a pale white from excessive force.

His gaze was somewhat unfocused.

He just stared intently at the large screen that was gradually returning to peace.

The green ripples on the light screen spread out like water ripples.

In the center of the screen, green icons representing thousands of households along the fourteen routes of Guanzhong are moving in an orderly fashion.

Those were living, breathing citizens of the Tang Dynasty.

They were the 100,000 strong men who almost had their brains drained by the aristocratic family in the cubicle last night.

Looking at those biological indicators that have returned to normal.

Li Shimin slowly extended his right hand, which was covered with thick calluses.

Fingertips hovered over the edge of the cold control panel, gently stroking its cold, hard alloy casing.

His index finger slowly traced across the rough metal casing.

Physical friction produces a faint rustling sound.

The cool touch cleared his chaotic mind slightly.

"Old Fang, come here."

The old man didn't turn around; his voice was hoarse, as if it had been harshly ground on coarse sand.

His dragon robe collar still had traces of pure gold ash that had fallen earlier.

It was pitch black and looked extremely disheveled.

The patch of charred ash at his collar trembled slightly with his breath.

It emitted a somewhat pungent, burnt metallic smell.

Fang Xuanling bent over, carefully moving forward through the splinters of wood scattered on the ground.

His leather shoes made a creaking sound as he stepped on the sawdust.

With each step he took, his body hunched over a little more.

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

The old minister's voice was also dry and weak, indicating he hadn't slept all night.

He held the imperial tablet tightly to his chest, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The cold sweat on his forehead had dried and formed a layer of salt frost.

"Look at this whole market filled with green light, isn't it beautiful?"

Li Shimin suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a self-deprecating bitter smile.

His eyelids drooped slightly as he glanced at the large plate from above.

The dense blood vessels in his eyes, illuminated by the cold light, looked like ugly, tiny worms.

The blood vessels twisted slightly as his eyes moved.

It looked particularly ferocious.

Fang Xuanling glanced down at the stock market.

He quickly raised the ceremonial tablet upwards.

"Fortunately, this means that the people of the entire city have calmed down, and the foundation of the Tang Dynasty has not been broken."

"Fortunately? That was because that rebellious son Chengqian pulled the plug on my valve in Hawaii!"

Li Shimin suddenly turned his face.

A rare lingering fear flickered in his dragon eyes.

His beard began to tremble rapidly due to excessive excitement.

Two large hands slammed hard on the edge of the mahogany dragon table.

"If I were to follow my previous bandit-like temper, Xu Xiao would have used 30,000 heavy artillery shells tonight to physically bombard me."

The old man growled in a low voice.

"How many people will be alive in Chang'an by tomorrow morning?"

"Those lying in this area will probably all become lifeless, dead skulls!"

The old man exhaled a long, murky breath.

His chest heaved violently.

Just a millisecond of watching that holographic dragon pounce.

His heart almost skipped a beat.

My blood felt like it had frozen into ice crystals.

All the pride he had built up over most of his life crumbled into dust before those cold, hard codes.

He was the Grand General who conquered and expanded the territory.

You can use swords and heavy cannons to fight against a piece of invisible and intangible dirty code.

He almost lost his entire empire.

Fang Xuanling looked at Li Shimin's chubby face, which looked somewhat disproportionate due to the shock of the battle.

A layer of dense white sweat also appeared on his back.

"Your Majesty is wise. The situation was treacherous at the time, and those iron hats on the black market could indeed confuse people's reason."

"That's not called bewitching reason, that's a slow poison that will kill off your descendants."

Li Shimin sneered.

He slammed his right hand heavily on the table.

It produced a dull, loud thud from a physical impact.

The alloy panel was slightly dented from his impact.

"In the past, when powerful families rebelled, I was able to lead troops to cut off their heads."

"Now these old bones are rebelling. They're using the internet to control my people and drain their brains."

"When I struck with my sword, I cleaved my people in two, shattering their lives along with it. What kind of victory is that?"

He leaned weakly against the control panel, looking at his own reflection on the screen, which was covered in cold sweat.

In that instant, the Supreme Chairman of the Tang Dynasty seemed to have aged ten years.

The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were so deep they looked like deep ravines carved by a knife.

"That rebellious son Chengqian used to complain in his letters every day."

Li Shimin murmured absentmindedly.

"Technology is like a wild horse that has broken free of its reins. If it's not controlled, it will eventually overturn everything in reality."

"I used to think that there was no beast in the world that I, with my Heavenly Strategy Steel Blade, could not subdue."

"Tonight I've finally figured it out completely. If this horse goes berserk, it can even trample the path beneath our feet."

Fang Xuanling gripped the imperial tablet tightly.

His lips trembled.

He was panting heavily.

"So Your Majesty means... we should ban all internet access?"

Fang Xuanling asked tentatively, his old eyes filled with trembling fear.

He was afraid that the emperor might impulsively dismantle the entire power grid of the Tang Dynasty.

"Ban? How can it be banned?!"

Li Shimin glared at the old house.

The dragon boots stomped hard on the ground.

The white marble floor tiles rattled and rustled from the vibrations.

"If we cut off the power in one fell swoop, all the steam workshops and chimneys that the entire Tang Dynasty worked so hard to build will be out of commission tomorrow."

"But if we leave this illusory grid unattended, it won't last ten years."

The old man became more and more agitated as he spoke.

He walked straight down the steps.

"All the men of the Tang Dynasty will be stuck in metal cabinets, drooling and waiting to die. They won't even be able to find a son to father a child!"

"What's the point of this radiant, prosperous world if civilization is gone?!"

These words were spoken with a heavy tone.

The echoes reverberated through the cold air of the main hall.

The old eunuch Wang De lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to lift his head.

His calf was cramping violently under his clothes.

Everyone could see the profound transformation taking place in the tyrant's eyes.

He is no longer the dictatorial chairman who only thinks about absolute control and blindly dumps stocks.

Instead, it was in this blood-stained morning that I truly saw the cold, cruel nature of the intertwined illusion and reality.

When the powers of the old era encounter the algorithms of the new era.

Finally, he was left with a bloody head.

"So, we have to put on the reins."

Li Shimin's voice suddenly became calm, deep and carrying an undeniable decisiveness.

He stared intently at Fang Xuanling.

The savagery in his eyes faded.

Instead, it was replaced by the cold rationality of a seasoned politician.

"This reins cannot be made of the Imperial Guard's swords and spears, nor can they be made of Xu Xiao's heavy artillery."

"Those are all clumsy guys in reality; they can't break through the anti-counterfeiting protocols of those aristocratic codes."

"We must use ironclad laws to put a bridle on that rebellious son's algorithm!"

"Old Fang, bring out your physical Xuan paper and brush. Tonight, I'm going to personally designate a few cyber red lines!"