My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

Li Shimin looked at the two freshly printed characters "Xuanwu" on the cover, the ink of which was still wet.

I was completely bewildered.

He was so angry that his veins bulged, and he pointed at Li Chen's nose, his voice trembling.

"You...do you think I'm a three-year-old child?!" Li Shimin was furious.

"Do I look like a fool to you?! Trying to fool people by just randomly changing a couple of words! What's the difference between this and burying your head in the sand?!"

Li Chen did not immediately refute.

He took a half step back and crossed his arms.

He looked Li Shimin up and down with a very serious and earnest gaze, scrutinizing him three times.

Then, Li Chen nodded solemnly.

He answered with a single word in a very serious manner.

"picture."

"Pfft!"

Standing under the eaves, Qin Wan'er could no longer hold back and burst out laughing. Crown Prince Li Chengqian also bit his lip tightly, his face turning red.

Li Shimin felt a surge of blood rushing to his throat.

"You rebellious bastard! Today I will..."

Li Shimin rolled up his sleeves, ready to display his fatherly authority and teach this arrogant son a lesson.

Li Chen simply tucked the book in his hand into his pocket, rolled his eyes, and pretended to leave.

"Take it or leave it," Li Chen said dismissively, scoffing.

"It's just a lame name, why make such a fuss? If you really don't like it, you can take it back yourself. You can call it 'Invincible Supreme Divine Skill' or 'Buddha's Palm' if you want."

"I don't want it anymore, I'm taking it back."

As he spoke, Li Chen was about to flip his wrist, preparing to stuff the booklet back into his soul space.

Upon seeing this action, Li Shimin became anxious.

What face, what imperial majesty? They're nothing but a fart in the face of unparalleled divine skills!

He had no time to lose his temper and unleashed an agility far beyond that of ordinary people.

With a "whoosh" sound.

Li Shimin, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, snatched the book "Xuanwu (Wangba) Fist" from Li Chen's hands with lightning speed.

He clutched the booklet tightly to his chest, afraid that Li Chen might change his mind.

"Yes! Why wouldn't I want it!" Li Shimin roared, his eyes wide with righteous indignation.

"Did I say I didn't want it?! This is the Xuanwu Divine Skill! Let's see who dares to call it a turtle's fist!"

As long as we can become stronger, as long as the Tang Dynasty's iron cavalry can be invincible throughout the world.

Even if it's a real turtle, he'd accept it even if he had to hold his nose!

Empress Zhangsun covered her forehead in exasperation at her husband's possessive behavior towards his food; she simply couldn't bear to look at him.

Having acquired the divine skill, Li Shimin no longer had the mind to argue with Li Chen at the Prince of Qin's residence.

He hurriedly led the Empress back to Taiji Palace, preparing to immediately go into seclusion to comprehend the unparalleled internal energy he had just acquired.

The Qin Prince's mansion finally returned to its former tranquility.

……

Night falls.

The hustle and bustle of the day faded away, and Chang'an gradually fell into slumber.

Taiji Palace, Ganlu Hall.

Li Shimin, dressed in a loose Taoist robe, sat cross-legged on the imperial couch.

He had just finished an hour of practicing the "Xuanwu Fist" internal energy cultivation, and he felt a warm current slowly surging in his dantian, filling his whole body with power.

He opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

In a good mood.

However, when his gaze swept over the thick stack of memorials on the imperial desk, the smile on his face gradually faded.

The dim candlelight illuminated the Tang emperor's face, which flickered between light and shadow.

The cultivation technique has been obtained.

Gold veins have been unearthed even in Yinshan. The national strength of the Tang Dynasty is expanding at a visible rate.

But in Li Shimin's heart, there was always a thorn that he could not remove.

A poisonous thorn that pierced him, drawing blood and keeping him awake at night.

"Usurpation of the throne..."

Li Shimin murmured those two words, his eyes filled with endless frost and killing intent.

That day at the Qin Prince's Mansion, the future scenes presented by Li Chen in "The History of Time" haunted him like a nightmare.

That woman named Wu Meiniang, that twelve-year-old girl.

She will wear a green hat in the future, and she will sit on the dragon throne in the Taiji Hall, stepping on the corpses of the Li Tang imperial family!

Li Chen had indeed warned him that the chosen one of destiny should not be killed. He said that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was now recovering, and forcibly killing him would only give away opportunities.

But who is Li Shimin?

He is the Supreme General of the Heavenly Strategy! An unparalleled emperor who fought his way out of piles of corpses!

He doesn't believe in superstitions.

He couldn't swallow this insult!

"A twelve-year-old girl, too weak to even kill a chicken."

Li Shimin sneered and clenched his fist.

"I refuse to believe that the most elite assassins of the Tang Dynasty can't even kill a mere young girl! Luck? I am the Son of Heaven, and my blade is the greatest luck!"

He suddenly stood up and walked to the desk.

He picked up his brush and wrote a cold "kill" character on a blank piece of silk.

"Someone come here!"

Li Shimin spoke in a deep, low voice.

From the shadows in the corner of the hall, a bodyguard shrouded in black robes emerged silently. This was the most secretive and deadliest assassin in the Hundred Cavalry Division, obeying only the Emperor's orders.

"Issue my secret order."

Li Shimin tossed the silk to the assassin, his gaze as cold as ice.

"Send three of the most skilled shadow guards to the Wu family. Target: Wu Shihuo's second daughter."

"I do not want any survivors. Create an accident, and leave absolutely no trace."

"Go, I want to hear good news."

The black-clad assassin made no sound, silently catching the silk and disappearing into the night like a ghost.

Li Shimin stood with his hands behind his back at the entrance of the main hall, looking out at the vast darkness of the night.

A cold wind blew his Taoist robe.

"Chen'er, oh Chen'er," the Tang Emperor murmured to himself.

"You are still too young and do not know the means of power. Why should you disturb the fate of heaven and earth to deal with a little girl who has not yet grown up?"