My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

The heavy snow in Chang'an lasted for two full days before gradually stopping.

On the snow-covered streets, the snow had been swept to the sides. A biting wind blew, and pedestrians on the road wrapped themselves tightly in their winter clothes, hunching their necks and hurrying along.

Li Chen, dressed in a cloak made of fine silver fox fur, strolled leisurely through the streets of the East Market with his hands tucked into his sleeves.

In fact, with his current Golden Core stage cultivation, he is already immune to both heat and cold. Let alone snow, even if you threw him into an ice hole, he wouldn't feel the slightest bit of cold.

I dressed like this purely to match the normal style of ordinary people, so as not to be too shocking.

While secluded in the Prince's mansion to consolidate his cultivation, Li Chen felt his mouth was practically tasteless.

With the weather freezing cold, it's the perfect time to enjoy a copper hot pot.

Unfortunately, the laws of the Tang Dynasty were extremely strict, and the private slaughter of oxen was strictly prohibited. Even if one was a member of the imperial family, if he dared to kill an ox to satisfy his appetite, he would be severely reprimanded by the Censorate.

Without top-quality snowflake beef, this hot pot just doesn't have a soul.

Just as Li Chen was figuring out where to get some beef to satisfy his craving,

"Oh my! Isn't this His Highness the King of Qin?!"

A loud, hoarse voice, like a broken gong, suddenly rang out from the front of the street.

Li Chen raised his head.

A burly man, as big as a black bear with a full beard, was leading a tall horse, rubbing his hands together and grinning from ear to ear as he came to greet them.

It was none other than Cheng Yaojin, the mischievous and unruly Duke of Lu, of the Tang Dynasty.

This old fellow was clearly not just passing by. His large, bell-like eyes revealed a shrewdness and a probing intent, indicating that he had been wandering around the Qin Prince's residence for half a day, specifically to create a "chance encounter."

"Oh, isn't this Duke Lu? It's freezing cold, why aren't you at home with your concubines, instead of running out here to starve?" Li Chen looked at him with a half-smile.

Cheng Yaojin blushed and chuckled dryly twice.

"Your Highness is too kind. I, Old Cheng, am a rough man. I've been so bored these past few days that my bones are aching, so I came out for a stroll."

Li Chen touched his chin.

Looking at the infamous troublemaker who was famous throughout the Tang Dynasty, Li Chen's eyes suddenly lit up.

Everyone in Chang'an knew that the ox in Old Demon Cheng's mansion was the most "unlucky".

Today it's either Zhang San's cow "losing its mind" and jumping off a cliff, or tomorrow it's Li Si's cow "accidentally" breaking its leg. Basically, whenever this old man wants to eat beef, some cow is bound to have some bizarre accident.

Go to him for beef, you can't go wrong.

"It's better to meet by chance than to invite someone to meet you."

Li Chen tilted his head slightly towards the gate of the Prince of Qin's residence. "If Duke Lu doesn't mind, would you like to come in and have a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up?"

Cheng Yaojin was just looking for an excuse to visit, and upon hearing this, he nodded repeatedly, casually tossed the horse reins to his attendant, and followed Li Chen into the Qin Prince's mansion.

As soon as I stepped through the gate of the Qin Prince's Mansion.

Cheng Yaojin's smile suddenly froze.

As a top-tier warrior who fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his five senses far surpassed those of ordinary people.

"hiss--"

Cheng Yaojin gasped, his eyes widening as he stared at the blooming flowers in the courtyard.

Outside, it was the dead of winter, freezing cold, but inside it was warm as spring! Moreover, the air was filled with a refreshing energy that made his blood surge. After just two breaths, the old injuries he had suffered in his youth seemed to have stopped hurting.

"Your Highness...is your residence some kind of celestial abode?"

Cheng Yaojin swallowed hard, his voice becoming much softer, appearing very cautious.

Li Chen walked to the stone table in the backyard and sat down, pointing to the stone bench opposite him, indicating that he should sit down.

"Old Cheng, you usually seem so easygoing, why are you all so hesitant around me?"

Li Chen rolled his eyes at his comical expression, as if he wanted to ask but didn't dare. "Just ask whatever you want to ask. There are no outsiders here."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yaojin gritted his teeth, lowered his voice, and leaned closer to the enormous head.

"Your Highness, I, Old Cheng, am a straightforward person."

"A few days ago, the Emperor said that the guardian immortal who summoned the heavenly lightning was a disciple of an immortal. Now everyone in the court and the country is saying that the immortal's disciple is living in your residence."

Cheng Yaojin stared intently at Li Chen, nervously wringing his hands. "Your Highness, please tell me the truth. You... are you the disciple of that Tribulation-Crossing Immortal?"

Upon hearing this question, Li Chen cursed Li Shimin a hundred times in his mind.

That damned old man, in order to consolidate his imperial power, fabricated the pretense of being a "disciple of an immortal." Now look what's happened—the entire court is coming to him for confirmation.

He became his own apprentice? What kind of absurd seniority is that?

However, since the lie had already been told, Li Chen was too lazy to explain and simply decided to go along with it.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Li Chen rolled his eyes and nodded repeatedly, "I am the immortal disciple who attracted lightning to strike himself."

Seeing Li Chen's perfunctory attitude, Cheng Yaojin felt somewhat uncertain.

"Your Highness, you're not kidding me, are you?"

In order to completely shut this old man up, and to solidify his identity as a "living god".

Li Chen lazily extended one finger.

With a slight twitch of his fingertips, an invisible Golden Core stage spiritual power instantly emanated from his body.

"Buzz".

On the stone table, a white jade teacup filled with boiling hot tea suddenly trembled slightly.

Immediately afterward, under the watchful gaze of Cheng Yaojin's large, almost bulging eyes, the cup of tea actually wobbled off the table and floated steadily in mid-air!

The teacup traced a smooth path through the air without spilling a drop of water, and slowly floated to Cheng Yaojin's feet, hovering just above his nose.

"Gulp."

Cheng Yaojin's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, making a loud swallowing sound.