My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

The night wind howled.

Li Shimin's cloak fluttered in the wind.

He wasn't riding a horse; his face was ashen as he strode along Suzaku Avenue.

The eunuch Wang De behind him jogged along, panting heavily, but dared not even breathe too loudly.

The Khan is angry.

Moreover, it's the kind of thunderous rage that can tear a hole in the sky.

Li Shimin's mind was in complete turmoil, like a pot of boiling porridge.

"Fang Yi'ai..."

He gritted his teeth, repeatedly chewing the name in his mouth.

In the past, when Fang Yi'ai was mentioned, he would tell Empress Zhangsun as a joke. The son of a prime minister was cuckolded, a fact known to all, and became a laughing stock for later generations.

But now?

This green hat was placed perfectly on the head of the Tang Dynasty emperor!

Not only was he cheated on, but the empire that the Li family had worked so hard to build was also taken away by that woman.

The dragon flag of the Tang Dynasty was pulled down and replaced with the flag of the Zhou Dynasty. His descendants were slaughtered like pigs and sheep by that witch.

If this gets back to the underworld, how will he face his ancestors?

"I can't kill him... I can't kill him at all!"

Li Shimin slammed his fist into the vermilion gate of Taiji Palace, making the door knocker vibrate loudly.

Li Chen's warning was like a bucket of ice water, but it couldn't extinguish the evil fire in his heart.

Good fortune smiles upon you, turning misfortune into good fortune.

If we forcibly send someone to kill that Wu clan member, it will only give her an opportunity, potentially leading to her becoming a female emperor who cultivates immortality.

This anger was so intense that Li Shimin felt as if his liver and gallbladder were about to burst.

He suddenly stopped and turned to look in the direction of the East Palace.

If we can't kill that vixen, surely we can at least deal with a rebellious son?

Empress Zhangsun's imperial carriage returned to the Lizheng Hall a little later.

As soon as she got out of the carriage, she swayed, and two of her personal maids quickly stepped forward to support her.

"Your Highness, you don't look well. Have you caught a cold?" the palace maid asked worriedly.

Empress Zhangsun waved her hand, her expression complex.

Her mind was filled with the horrific scenes from "The History of Time," the massacre of the Tang Dynasty's imperial family, and the extinction of the Li family's bloodline.

And the source of all this was actually her own son, the obedient and well-behaved child slave.

How old is that brat?

He is still an innocent and ignorant child.

The mistakes of the future will ultimately remain the mistakes of the future.

It would be incredibly unfair to hold the current child slave accountable for this.

However, when she thought of the Li Tang descendants who were forced to their deaths, the maternal love in Empress Zhangsun's heart was suppressed by deep sorrow and anger.

"go."

Empress Zhangsun closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.

"Go to the Imperial Hospital and fetch me all the best wound medicines and blood-activating plasters."

The palace maid was stunned: "Your Highness, who has suffered an external injury?"

"Don't ask. After you get it, just take it to the side hall of Ganlu Hall and keep it there."

Empress Zhangsun opened her eyes, her gaze fixed on the direction of Ganlu Palace, her tone revealing three parts reluctance and seven parts helplessness.

"Tell the Imperial Hospital to use the best medicine; tonight... there might be bloodshed."

Inside the Ganlu Hall, the lights were on full display.

Nine-year-old Prince Li Zhi of Jin, dressed in a thin undergarment, rubbing his sleepy eyes, was half-carried and half-dragged into the main hall by two eunuchs.

He was fast asleep and had no idea what had happened.

The atmosphere inside the main hall was as cold as an ice cellar.

All the eunuchs and palace maids retreated outside the hall, and the gates were tightly closed.

Li Shimin sat upright on the dragon throne, without wearing a flat-topped crown or a dragon robe.

He was carrying a bright yellow belt inlaid with white jade.

"Father...Father Emperor?"

Li Zhi shivered; he keenly sensed the terrifying, almost man-eating murderous aura emanating from his father.

He knelt down on the gold bricks with a thud, his small body trembling like a leaf falling in the autumn wind.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects. May I ask what Your Majesty's purpose is in summoning me so late at night?"

Li Shimin stared intently at his son, who was barely waist-high.

It's this timid, obsequious brat!

He was flirting with his woman on his own deathbed! He was the one who handed over the Tang Dynasty to a wicked woman from another family!

Li Shimin's hands gripped the belt so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He wanted to rush down and beat this little bastard half to death, but the dignity of the Tang Emperor made him feel that he had to find a legitimate and justifiable reason.

Li Shimin took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the tremor in his voice, and spoke coldly.

"Child slave."

"Your subject is here." Li Zhi lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to lift his head.

"I have a question for you," Li Shimin said, narrowing his eyes.

"When you stepped across the threshold of the Ganlu Hall, which foot stepped in first?"

The air suddenly became quiet.

Li Zhi was stunned.

His little head was racing. He called me over in the middle of the night, not asking about my studies or greetings, but asking which foot I stepped through the door with.

What kind of test question is this?

Could it be the etiquette and rules of the Protestant Confucianism?

Li Zhi swallowed hard, trying to recall his actions as he entered the room.

"Replying to...replying to Father Emperor," Li Zhi stammered.

"I remember, it seems like... he stepped in with his right foot first."

The voice just fell.

There was a loud "crack" sound.

Li Shimin slammed his hand on the imperial desk, and like a raging lion whose tail had been stepped on, he sprang up from the dragon throne.

"You bastard!"

A loud roar shook the windows of Ganlu Palace.

Li Zhi was so frightened by the roar that he collapsed to the ground, his face blank with shock.

"I am a prince of the Great Tang Dynasty!"

Li Shimin gritted his teeth and spat out each word as he strode down the jade steps, clutching his white jade belt.

"When entering the main hall to meet the emperor, how can one step in with their right foot first?"