My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

Li Chengqian was dressed in a bright armor and wore a red-tasseled helmet. He did not ride a horse, but instead held the reins of his warhorse and strode up to Li Shimin.

His tall and imposing figure, combined with that cold, heavy armor, made him look exactly like a god of war crawling out of hell.

The civil and military officials looked at the crown prince, who seemed like a completely different person, and were all secretly alarmed.

"Chengqian".

Li Shimin picked up a cup of warm farewell wine and handed it to Li Chengqian.

Although he was unwilling, he had no choice but to express his feelings as the emperor's admonition.

"The journey to Shuofang is long and fraught with danger. Although you are the vanguard, remember not to be greedy for merit or act rashly. Listen to the advice of the veteran generals in everything you do, and proceed with caution and prudence."

Li Shimin looked at his son's face, which was red from the wind and snow, took a deep breath, and softened his tone slightly.

"Remember, you are the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty. As long as you return alive, it will be a great achievement."

Li Chengqian took the wine cup, tilted his head back, and drank the strong liquor in one gulp.

"Snapped!"

He slammed the glass onto the snow, shattering it.

Li Chengqian raised his head, his eyes, hidden beneath his cold armor, fixed intently on Li Shimin.

There was no warmth, no humility befitting a crown prince. All that remained was a chilling arrogance and ruthlessness.

"Father."

Li Chengqian grinned, revealing an exceptionally ferocious smile.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to the ears of everyone around him.

"Your subject has reviewed the records of your battles from back then."

He lowered his head slightly, leaned closer to Li Shimin, and said, word by word.

"Father, your sword back then wasn't fast enough, nor was it ruthless enough."

Upon hearing this, Fang Xuanling, Cheng Yaojin, and the others standing nearby turned pale with fright. To publicly criticize the emperor for not being ruthless enough in battle? This was utterly treasonous!

Before Li Shimin could react, Li Chengqian had already straightened his back and turned to look at the vast snow and wind in the north.

"But don't worry."

Li Chengqian patted the dark red longsword at his waist, his tone carrying a chilling, bloody undertone.

"I'm here. This time, I'll show those barbarians what true despair is!"

boom!

These words were like a bombshell, exploding directly among the crowd seeing them off.

Li Shimin was stunned for a moment, then the veins on his forehead bulged one after another! His face instantly turned a deep liver color!

He, the mighty Heavenly Khan, has spent his life on the battlefield, fighting in the south and the north. When did it become his son's turn to teach him how to fight without being ruthless enough?! This unfilial son, he's already wagging his tail in the sky before even setting out on a campaign!

"You...you bastard! What nonsense are you spouting! When I was conquering battlefields, you weren't even born yet!"

Li Shimin was so angry that he jumped up and down, reaching out to grab Li Chengqian's ear.

Li Chengqian reacted with lightning speed, dodging to the side and then mounting the tall, black warhorse.

Ignoring the enraged Li Shimin, he raised his dark red sword high and let out a thunderous roar at the 30,000 Xuanjia soldiers behind him.

"May the Great Tang Dynasty be victorious! All troops march forth!"

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

Thirty thousand soldiers roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens. The thunderous sound of hooves swept across the northern snowstorm like rolling thunder.

Li Shimin stood there, watching the black torrent gradually recede into the distance, his chest heaving violently with anger, his fingers trembling.

"Slap, slap, slap."

A series of crisp clapping sounds drifted down from the nearby city wall.

Li Chen, with his sleeves tucked in, leaned over the crenellations of the parapet, nodding with a look of satisfaction and praising loudly.

"Good! Well said!"

"As expected of someone I personally trained. Those lines, that arrogant gaze—absolutely domineering! They truly embody my air of looking down on everyone!"

Hearing sarcastic remarks from the city wall.

Li Shimin suddenly turned his head, glaring angrily at Li Chen with eyes blazing with fury.

Unable to vent his anger on the departed crown prince, he could only unleash all his pent-up rage on the culprit.

"You unfilial son! How dare you applaud!"

Li Shimin pointed at Li Chen on the city wall, spittle flying in the wind and snow, and roared, "Look at this! Look closely! What kind of monster have you turned my obedient, gentle, and refined crown prince into?!"

"This is hardly the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty! He's clearly a lawless, disrespectful bandit! If this gets back to the historians, what will become of the Tang Dynasty's reputation!"

Li Chen rolled his eyes and shrugged indifferently.

He yelled back at Li Shimin, who was standing below the city wall.

"Old Deng, how dare you talk to me like that? If you really like obedient and docile girls, why don't you just keep a sheep in the Eastern Palace?"

"Are you sending a docile sheep to its death to deal with those bloodthirsty wolves?"

Li Chen sneered, his tone full of disdain.

"I transformed a sick cat that could barely walk into a tiger that dares to prey on people! And instead of being grateful, you're here glaring at me and sternly accusing me?"

"Old Deng, times have changed! Your morals and benevolence are worthless on the battlefield! You just stay put in the rear and wait to see how your precious son uses the skulls of steppe people as your drinking cups!"

"You—! You've infuriated me!"

Li Shimin was speechless after being rebuked. Enraged, he drew the sword from the guard beside him and pointed it at the city wall, cursing loudly.

"Get down here! Today I'm going to show you who truly conquered this Tang Dynasty!"

"Come on up here if you dare! You mortal who can't even fly, you want to fight an immortal?"

"You unfilial son! If you're so tough, then don't use your magic!"

"Old Deng! If you're so tough, don't bring any bodyguards!"

Outside the city gates of the Tang Dynasty, amidst a heavy snowfall.

Empress Zhangsun sighed helplessly and rubbed her throbbing temples.

This father and son really can't stand not arguing for a day.