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

boom.

Wei Zheng's thin body landed solidly on the white marble floor tiles.

It emitted a dull thud that made your teeth ache.

The sound of bones striking the stone surface echoed in the main hall.

The broken jade tablet that had fallen to the side was still spinning on the ground.

"Master Wei!"

Fang Xuanling, who was standing next to him, was startled.

He quickly crouched down to check Wei Zheng's breathing.

My hands are shaking badly.

Li Shimin suddenly stood up from the dragon throne.

He knocked over the bottle of quick-acting heart medicine that Wu Zetian had prescribed.

White pills were scattered all over the table.

"Dr. Xuan Saibo! Quickly!"

Li Shimin roared until his voice cracked.

What he feared most in his life was something happening to the old ministers around him.

The sliding track of the side door of Taiji Hall started instantly.

A cylindrical medical robot, about the height of a person, slid in.

The robotic arm is covered with various detection probes.

The robot stopped beside Wei Zheng, its base emitting a slight buzzing sound.

Two blue scanning beams shot out from its top, sweeping across Wei Zheng's body from head to toe.

The holographic screen above the main hall lit up automatically.

It directly projects Wei Zheng's physical data.

A red heart rate chart flashed a few times on the screen.

then.

It stretched smoothly into a glaring straight line.

[Large-scale neuronal necrosis detected]

[Cardiac arrest, irreversible failure of multiple organs]

[Judgment: The machine is dead; there is no way to save it.]

The synthesized voice was devoid of any emotion.

The death sentence of the number one troll in the Tang Dynasty was coldly announced.

The entire Taiji Hall was deathly silent.

The only sound was the humming of the medical robot in standby mode.

Li Shimin slumped back onto the dragon throne.

He felt a tightness in his chest again.

Just a few days ago, he was standing down there cursing his old bones, and now he's gone?

Cyber ​​Tang's technology can create mechs weighing up to 100 tons.

But it couldn't save a body that was already exhausted and dying.

While everyone was still in shock...

Changsun Wuji stepped forward from the crowd.

He stepped on the half of Wei Zheng's jade tablet that had fallen.

It stopped next to the medical robot.

His face flushed slightly with excitement.

"His Majesty!"

Changsun Wuji knelt down with a thud.

The sound was extremely loud, echoing in the empty hall.

"Lord Wei is not completely dead yet!"

"There are still faint traces of his brainwaves!"

He pointed to a faint brainwave signal that was about to disappear in the corner of the screen.

"Your Majesty, I humbly request that you grant Lord Wei permission to undergo a permanent transfer of his consciousness!"

These words were spoken.

The Taiji Hall was like a high-explosive grenade had been thrown in.

It instantly caused an uproar.

"Consciousness transfer?"

The Minister of War was the first to jump out, pointing his finger at Changsun Wuji and cursing him.

"You old scoundrel, Changsun! You've gone mad!"

"That's a forbidden technique explicitly prohibited by the Virtual Reality Security Act!"

"When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; you're trying to make Lord Wei die without a complete corpse!"

Changsun Wuji got up from the ground and dusted off his knees.

He's not even pretending anymore today.

"Minister Li, Lord Wei devoted himself to the Tang Dynasty during his lifetime."

"Are we just going to let his brilliant brain rot in the mud?"

"Once uploaded to the Tian Shu system, he can live on forever in the form of code!"

"That's called immortality!"

"fart!"

An old scholar from the Ministry of Rites was so angry that his beard trembled.

He rushed forward and spat all over Changsun Wuji's face.

"If you're turned into code, are you still considered a living person?"

"That's a string of lifeless, cold objects! It's an evil spirit!"

"Your body and hair are gifts from your parents; this is utterly disrespectful!"

Changsun Wuji sneered.

He wiped the saliva off his face.

"Pedantic."

"The body is a stinking carcass; it ages, it hurts, it rots."

"Like Lord Wei, who was perfectly fine just a moment ago, he turned into a corpse in the blink of an eye."

"If it had been uploaded, he'd still be cursing the emperor in a virtual court assembly right now!"

He turned to look at Li Shimin on the dragon throne.

The light in the old man's eyes was frighteningly bright.

"Your Majesty! CyberTech has given us this opportunity."

"Why should we cling to this rotting, stinking flesh and wait to die?"

The main hall was divided into two factions.

Most young officials support the "physical" approach, believing that uploading consciousness violates ethics.

And those elderly ministers, halfway to their graves.

But his eyes began to change.

Fang Xuanling stood beside Wei Zheng's corpse.

He looked at his old friend's pale, withered face.

He then touched his old, cold legs, which were aching slightly due to rheumatism.

He walked slowly to the center of the hall, his back hunched.

He knelt down with a thud.

His knee slammed into the stone slab, making him wince in pain.

"His Majesty."

Fang Xuanling's voice was filled with undisguised panic and exhaustion.

"Your subject... seconded the proposal of the Duke of Zhao."

The audience was silent.

No one expected that the usually composed Fang Xiang would side with the "immortality faction".

"I am old."

Fang Xuanling looked up at Li Shimin, his eyes slightly red.

"Every night, as I lie in bed, I hear my heartbeat slowing down, and I am terrified."

"I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid that after I die I will never see the glorious Tang Dynasty again."

He slammed his head heavily against the floor tiles.

"Your Majesty, please grant us old ministers... a chance to live forever."

These words struck like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of all the veteran officials.

The sound of kneeling echoed continuously.

Most of the high-ranking officials in the court, all dressed in purple robes, knelt on the ground.

We earnestly request that a permanent upload channel be opened.

Wu Meiniang stood to the side, her face ashen.

She knew this was His Highness the Crown Prince's bottom line.

"Your Majesty, please reconsider!"

She strode forward and stood in front of Li Shimin.

"His Highness has long issued a strict order: if consciousness separates from the body, the virtual economy will lose its foundation!"

"This is tantamount to tearing down the core firewall of the Tian Shu system!"

Li Shimin ignored Wu Meiniang.

He sat on the dragon throne.

His gaze swept past the assembled officials and settled on Wei Zheng's cold corpse.

Immortality.

This is something that emperors throughout history have dreamed of.

Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of Han sought elixirs of immortality their entire lives, and in the end, they both died from consuming them.

just now.

All it takes is a nod and a signed permit.

This can lock a person's consciousness forever within the Tian Shu system.

Isn't this the essence of immortality?

Li Shimin looked down at his hands, which were covered in calluses from holding a pen for so long.

He felt the fatigue in his body.

That feeling of aging that can't be recovered no matter how many expensive medicinal herbs you take.

He gripped the pure gold dragon head on the throne tightly with both hands.

The knuckles have turned white due to excessive force.

The sharp edges of the golden dragon's head hurt his palm, but he seemed completely oblivious.

That imperial heart that was originally suppressed by the Virtual Reality Security Act.

Faced with the temptation of "immortality".

Finally, the fervent wavering began.