My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

Snowflakes flew.

Sangza's body shot out like an arrow, carrying a fierce edge honed through the snowy landscape, straight at Xiao Sizi's face. He spread his arms, attempting a classic grassland takedown to shove this wretched Tang Dynasty girl into the snowdrift.

The wind howled.

Little Sizi has never actually been in a fight.

Looking at the menacing, clawing figure rushing towards her, the little girl felt a sudden, inexplicable panic.

"Don't come any closer!"

Little Sizi closed her eyes in a panic.

She instinctively took half a step back, then pushed forward sharply with her two chubby little hands.

In the blink of an eye.

Her small, fair hands barely managed to touch the chest of Sangza as he lunged at her.

These days, Xiao Sizi stays in the Spirit Gathering Array every day, munching on century-old Vermilion Fruit as a snack, while Li Chen uses various elixirs and medicines to nourish and cleanse his marrow.

Within her small body lay a terrifying brute force that even she herself was unaware of.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Sanza felt as if a charging rhinoceros had crashed into his chest.

The overwhelming force penetrated his body through his fur coat, instantly halting his forward momentum.

Followed by.

Both feet off the ground.

Sangza was like a kite with a broken string, tracing a beautiful parabola in mid-air before flying backward.

With a "thud," he landed heavily on the snow several meters away, and rolled backward three or four times due to inertia until his back hit the trunk of a plum tree, at which point he came to a stop.

The snow on the tree trunk fell with a "rustling" sound, covering his head and face.

Sangza lay in the snow pit, his eyes fixed on the crescent moon in the night sky.

My ears were filled with a sharp buzzing sound, and my internal organs felt like they were being churned up.

who am I?

where am I?

I am the strongest child prodigy in Tibet! What just happened? Did a mountain crash into us?

Down in the corridor, Li Chengqian stroked his chin, making "tsk tsk" sounds of admiration, seemingly quite satisfied with the score of the parabola.

The little ox slowly opened its eyes.

There was nothing in front of me; the fierce-looking boy from before was gone.

She looked around and then noticed that the other person was lying under a tree in the distance.

The little girl ran along, crunching through the snow.

She walked over to Sanza, squatted down, and poked Sanza's frozen cheek with a finger.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Seeing his blank stare, Xiao Sizi kindly reminded him, "Sixteenth Brother said that sleeping is not allowed here."

Sanza's eyes moved with difficulty as he looked at the innocent face so close to his own. His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a sound.

"How stupid, lying on the ground when it's so cold."

Little Si sighed, stretched out her two little hands, and grabbed the fabric of Sangza's clothes on her chest.

Get up.

The little girl lifted it up with all her might.

She seemed to have forgotten the force of her push just now, and when she pulled upwards, she couldn't stop the force in her hand.

"call--"

Sangzana, who weighed at least fifty or sixty pounds, was directly pulled off the ground by this monstrous force, like uprooting a scallion.

The little ox lost its balance, leaned back, and swung its hands backward.

The poor Tibetan prodigy, his body had barely left the ground when he spun in mid-air, flew over the little rhinoceros's head, and flew straight backward.

"Smack."

Sangza was thrown solidly onto the stone pavement five steps away, like a sack of potatoes.

This time, even the fur coat couldn't protect against the tingling sensation from the shock.

The pain in my body came like a tidal wave.

But compared to the physical pain, the proud pride of that highland eagle shattered into dust at this moment.

He was the greatest warrior of Tibet.

Not only was it sent flying without even touching the hem of the Tang Dynasty girl's clothes, but now it's being tossed around like a rag doll.

This is not a duel at all; it's a one-sided toy!

Sangza lay on the cold bluestone slab, his shoulders beginning to twitch violently.

He bit his lip tightly, trying to swallow the bitterness, but tears streamed down his face like a burst dam.

"Wow--!!!"

A heart-wrenching wail, filled with endless grievances, instantly echoed through the night sky above the Prince of Qin's residence.

The wolf cub who was so arrogant during the day was now sitting on the ground, rubbing his eyes with both hands, crying his heart out and gasping for breath.

Little Sizi stood there, looking at her empty hands and then at the boy sitting on the ground crying, feeling somewhat helpless.

"Sixteenth Brother, why is he crying? I... I didn't mean to, I just wanted to help him up."

Li Chen leaned back in the rattan chair and tossed a peeled chestnut into his mouth.

"It's alright, it's just a child falling down and crying. Consider it loosening up his fragile pride."

Just then.

"Bang bang bang!"

A series of urgent and violent banging sounds came from the front gate of the Qin Prince's Mansion.

Accompanied by the shouts of the guards of the Prince's Mansion, a series of chaotic footsteps were rapidly approaching the backyard.

The torchlight illuminated the corridor.

Lu Dongzan didn't even have time to put on his cloak, wearing only a thin undergarment, holding a torch, and leading a dozen or so anxious Tibetan guards, panting as they rushed into the backyard.

They searched the entire inn and, finding Sangza missing, frantically followed the footprints in the snow to this place.

Lu Dongzan had just stepped through the moon gate.

The scene before him left him frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.

Their eldest son, the future number one warrior of the Tibetan Prime Minister's Mansion, was sitting in the snow, crying like a baby who couldn't find its mother, with snot bubbles coming out of his nose.

The little princess of the Tang Dynasty standing next to him was blinking her big eyes innocently.

Under the corridor.

The Prince of Qin, whom even the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty held in high esteem, was poking at the charcoal fire with fire tongs.

"Oh, the parents have come knocking?"

Li Chen raised his eyelids, glanced at Lu Dongzan, and spoke with a lazy, teasing tone.

"Great Minister, your Tibetan way of raising children is quite unique. In the middle of the night, you throw children into someone's backyard to practice wailing?"