My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

The aroma of tea wafts from the stone table in the backyard.

Li Shimin held a celadon teacup made of Ru kiln and slowly scraped the floating leaves off the surface of the tea soup.

Lu Dongzan sat at the lower end, holding a teacup in both hands, his back ramrod straight, not daring to even breathe too loudly.

The adults were playing a game of cat and mouse here, going through the motions.

Not far away, under the plum blossom tree, another interesting scene was unfolding.

Little Sizi was wearing a pink cotton-padded jacket with two cute pigtails on her head.

She held half a piece of hibiscus cake with a crescent-shaped bite mark in her hand, her big, dark eyes fixed on the Tibetan boy standing behind Lu Dongzan.

Sangza wore a snow leopard fur coat, a wolf tooth necklace around his neck, and had a stern, tiger-like face with his arms crossed over his chest.

He noticed Xiao Sizi's gaze, raised his chin slightly, let out a soft snort from his nose, and turned his face to the side.

Little Sizi tilted his head.

The little girl stuffed the remaining half of the hibiscus cake into her mouth, her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster hiding food.

She patted the crumbs of pastry off her little hands, and with her short legs, she walked "tap tap tap" to Sangza.

Little Sizi tilted her head up and asked in a childish voice, "My name is Sizi. Do you want to come with me to catch the butterflies in the yard?"

Sangza lowered his head and looked at the Tang Dynasty girl in front of him, who was a full head shorter than him and looked soft and frail.

A hint of undisguised disdain flashed in his wild eyes.

"Catching butterflies? That's something only weak-legged sheep in the pen do."

Sangza straightened his chest, and the wolf fang necklace on his body swayed slightly.

"I am an eagle soaring over the snowy plateau! I don't like to play with those weaker than me; I only enjoy sparring with true powerhouses!"

As soon as those words were spoken...

Qin Wan'er, who was peeling an orange for Li Chen, paused slightly.

Standing not far away, Qin Huaidao raised his eyebrows, looking at the kid as if he were a fool who didn't know what was going to happen to him.

Xiao Si blinked, seemingly trying to process the meaning behind the other person's words.

"Are you a good fighter?"

Little Sizi stretched out a small, white finger and pointed at Sangza's nose.

Upon hearing this question, Sangza, like a fighting rooster whose fighting spirit had been ignited, patted his chest with an air of arrogance.

"Of course! In my Tibetan tribe, I've never lost a wrestling match or fight against anyone my age! I'm the future number one warrior of Tibet!"

If it were the Princess Jinyang of the past, upon hearing such fierce and boastful words, she would surely have been terrified and hidden in her mother's arms long ago.

But now.

During the past few months that Xiao Sizi had been staying at the Prince of Qin's residence, he followed Li Chen around every day and had long been thoroughly influenced by the various eccentric remarks of that number one idle prince of the Tang Dynasty.

Little Sizi did not retreat.

Instead, she imitated how Li Chen usually scolded Li Chengqian, putting her hands on her hips.

She tried her best to puff out her small chest, raised her chin slightly, and forced a worldly-wise expression onto her delicate, exquisite face.

"fight?"

Little Sizi tried hard to imitate the adults, gave a cold laugh, and curled his lips into a mocking smile.

"What good is it if you can fight?"

That sharp, yet childlike shout exploded in the quiet backyard.

Over by the stone table.

Li Shimin had just taken a sip of hot tea, and hadn't even had a chance to swallow it yet.

"puff--!"

The Tang emperor transformed into a human fountain, spraying a mouthful of tea onto the open ground opposite him, followed by a violent coughing fit that brought tears to his eyes.

Empress Zhangsun dropped the silk handkerchief in her hand to the ground, completely stunned.

Li Chengqian and Qin Qiong stood in the corner, both of them covering their mouths tightly, their shoulders shaking violently, trying to suppress their laughter so hard that the veins on their faces were about to burst.

However, Xiao Sizi's performance was not over yet.

She took a step forward with her short legs, her big eyes darting around as she recited the slang she had heard from Li Chen word for word.

"To survive in this world, you need power and connections!"

Little Sizi stretched out his chubby little hands and patted Sangza's expensive snow leopard fur coat twice, speaking in a childish voice but pretending to be an old man.

"What gang are you involved with?"

Quiet.

The entire backyard was deathly silent.

The only sound was the rustling of the wintersweet branches and leaves in the breeze.

Sangza was completely bewildered by this unpredictable Tang princess.

He was taught from a young age that might makes right. Whoever has the biggest fist is the king of the grasslands.

What kind of power? What kind of background? What kind of gang are they involved in? What kind of nonsense is this?!

But his inherent pride wouldn't allow him to show weakness in front of a little girl.

Sangza, his neck stiff and face flushed, roared back.

"My name is Sangza! My father is the Prime Minister of Tibet! If you don't like calling me by my name, you can call me Young Prime Minister, I can accept that!"

These words were spoken with conviction, carrying the arrogance of a nomadic herdsman.

When Xiao Sizi heard this name, he showed no surprise whatsoever.

Instead, just like Li Chen usually does, she rolled her eyes wide and pouted slightly.

"oh."

Xiao Sizi dragged out the last syllable, uttering a few words in a tone full of disdain and contempt.

"Turns out he's just a nobody."

boom!

These seven words were like a heavy hammer weighing ten thousand tons, slamming down on Sangza's young and proud heart.

"You...you..."

Sangza pointed at the little ox, his fingers trembling.

The Tibetan prodigy, who had never suffered a defeat, suddenly turned purplish-red on his chubby face.

Her eyes quickly filled with tears, which welled up and swirled in her eyes. Her lips trembled, and she burst into tears, covering her face and sobbing.

Lu Dongzan was watching the Tang emperor spit out tea with trepidation when he heard the noise behind him. He turned around and nearly jumped out of his skin.

He rushed forward and pulled the sobbing Sangza behind him, then knelt down in front of Li Shimin with a thud.

"Your Majesty, please forgive us! Your Majesty, please forgive us!"

Lu Dongzan was sweating profusely, and his forehead slammed heavily against the bluestone slab, making a dull thud.

"The child is used to the wildness of the snowy region and does not understand the rules of the Tang Dynasty. His words have offended Her Highness the Princess! I will certainly discipline him strictly when I return. I beg Your Majesty not to blame him!"

Li Shimin finally stopped coughing and took the silk handkerchief handed to him by Empress Zhangsun to wipe the tea from the corner of his mouth.