My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

After an incense stick has burned.

Qin Wangfu.

Li Chen was sitting in the sunlight in the backyard, drinking the spiritual tea that Qin Wan'er had brewed, holding a foxtail grass in his hand, leisurely teasing the little rhinoceros that was chasing butterflies.

Qin Qiong and his son Qin Huaidao were shirtless, lifting stone weights on the open ground nearby.

"Bang!"

The moon gate in the backyard was violently kicked open.

Li Chengqian rushed in, his head covered in blood and panting heavily. In his hands, he carried a pale, obese young man who looked like a dead pig; this was none other than Prince Wei, Li Tai.

Holy crap!

Qin Huaidao was so startled that he dropped the stone lock he was holding. "Your Highness! Who cracked your skull open?!"

In this city of Chang'an, who else could beat the invulnerable Crown Prince until he was covered in blood?

Li Chen was also taken aback for a moment, put down his teacup, and frowned slightly.

Li Chengqian casually threw Li Tai to the ground and wiped the blood from his face with a wry smile.

"Don't even mention it. My father smashed it for me with a bronze candlestick."

Li Chengqian walked to the stone table, picked up the teapot and gulped down a large mouthful of water. Then he recounted in detail what had happened in Ganlu Hall and Li Tai's conspiracy with the Cui family of Boling.

Listen to the whole process.

The gazes of Qin Qiong and his son toward Li Tai instantly turned icy cold.

Colluding with powerful families to frame an immortal—this ingrate, if it were them, they would have smashed his head with a single blow.

Qin Wan'er was also filled with indignation. If it weren't for the fact that the other party was a prince, she would have liked to stuff a pot of rotten pills that she had just cooked into the fat man's mouth.

Li Chen didn't react much after hearing this.

He walked up to Li Tai, who was slumped on the ground.

Looking at this Prince Wei, who was famous in the history of the Tang Dynasty, was talented but also ambitious.

At this moment, he was completely stunned by the dense spiritual energy in the Qin Prince's mansion and the disdainful looks from the people around him.

He lowered his head, trembling all over, and dared not utter a single word.

"Alright, it's no big deal."

Li Chen yawned and casually said, "Since you, as the eldest brother, risked your life to protect it, then I'll give you face."

Li Chen kicked Li Tai's fat thigh with his toe.

"From today onwards, you will reside in my Qin Prince's residence. You may return to your Wei Prince's residence whenever you have come to your senses."

Li Chen turned to Li Chengqian and said, "Go to the guest room and wash the blood off your head; it looks awful. As for him, let him reflect on his actions in the courtyard."

Night falls.

The winter evening breeze blew through the backyard of the Qin Prince's Mansion.

Li Tai sat alone on the cold stone steps.

Looking at this mysterious mansion, and recalling the scene of his elder brother protecting him with his face covered in blood during the day, his heart, twisted by power, finally began to crack.

Just as he was lost in thought.

"Shh shh shh".

A series of light footsteps approached.

Li Chen, wearing a cloak and carrying a pot of warm sake, slowly walked to his side and sat down next to him on the stone steps.

"What? Still thinking about that dragon throne you'll never get to sit on?"

Li Chen handed over the wine pot, breaking the silence with a casual tone.

Li Tai's body trembled slightly, but he did not take the wine pot; instead, he stared intently at the ground.

In the next half hour.

Li Chen transformed into a top-tier psychological counselor in the Tang Dynasty.

He didn't preach with grand principles, but instead used a God-like perspective that transcended this era by a thousand years to present the cruelty of imperial power and the hypocrisy of aristocratic families to Li Tai in a bloody yet incredibly clear manner.

"Do you think the aristocratic families truly support you? They're just using you as a tool against imperial power. Once you ascend the throne, they'll continue to leech off you."

"You think being emperor is great? Look at Old Deng, reviewing memorials until midnight every day, and even eating hotpot gets him scolded by the censors. That kind of monotonous life, where you can see the end from the beginning, what's so worth risking your own brother's life for?"

Li Chen pointed to the vast starry sky above.

"There are so many things in this world that are more interesting and greater than that cold, hard chair. The change of imperial power is just a few lines in history books, but those who can truly change the world and leave a lasting legacy are never those who sit on the dragon throne."

This profound and insightful guidance, akin to a dimensional reduction attack, was like a series of heavy hammer blows, shattering the illusory ambitions that Li Tai had built up over the years.

Two lines of clear tears finally slid down his chubby cheeks.

He covered his face in remorse, his shoulders convulsing violently as he let out a suppressed sob.

"Have you figured it out?"

Li Chen stood up and patted the dust off his backside.

He suddenly turned his head and shouted irritably at the shadow of a rockery not far away.

"Alright, stop hiding there! It's freezing cold. If you're worried about your brother, just come out openly. Why are you staring at him like he's a thief?"

The voice just fell.

Crown Prince Li Chengqian, with a thick white bandage wrapped around his head, walked out from behind the artificial hill with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Ahem... Sixteenth Brother, you've misunderstood. I... I just got up and was on my way to the outhouse when I happened to pass by," Li Chengqian said, his face flushed.

"Give me a break."

Li Chen rolled his eyes dramatically. "The outhouse is in the west courtyard. Did you come all the way to the east to use it? I can't be bothered with you two night owls. Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. I'm going back to my room to catch up on some sleep."

After saying that, Li Chen waved his hand and turned back to the main hall.

Only the brothers Li Chengqian and Li Tai remained in the courtyard.

"Big brother..."

Looking at Li Chengqian, whose head was wrapped in bandages, Li Tai could no longer contain his regret.

He fell to his knees with a thud, grabbed Li Chengqian's leg, and burst into tears, crying, "Brother! I was wrong! Qingque really knows he was wrong!"

Li Chengqian's eyes were slightly red.

He stepped forward, said nothing, but simply reached out and patted Li Tai's shoulder heavily.

"Get up. It's all over now."

Li Chengqian revealed a relieved smile, "From now on, I'll stay in the Qin Prince's Mansion with my elder brother, and the two of us brothers will witness the true Dao together!"