My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

Fang Xuanling frowned slightly, his face full of astonishment: "Your Majesty, wasn't the Duke of Yi seriously ill in bed, with even the imperial physicians saying he wouldn't survive the winter? How come he's here?"

Yuchi Jingde stood up anxiously, exclaiming, "Old Qin is here too?! How can his body withstand this kind of ordeal?!"

Just when everyone was full of doubt.

Behind the screen came a steady, powerful sound of footsteps, like a tiger patrolling the mountains.

"Thump...thump...thump..."

Accompanying the footsteps was an undisguised, abundant, and terrifyingly powerful force of blood and qi!

Changsun Wuji and the others subconsciously held their breath, staring intently at the screen.

A tall, imposing figure strode out from behind the screen.

He was dressed in a brand-new purple robe and jade belt, his figure upright like a pine tree, without the slightest hunchback.

Those broad shoulders and thick chest made the large court robes bulge out.

When the figure stepped into the bright candlelight, its face was fully revealed.

"Clatter!"

The wine cup that Yuchi Jingde had just picked up slipped from his hand without warning and shattered on the table!

He was completely unaware that the wine had splashed all over him.

"Cough cough cough!"

Fang Xuanling, who was drinking tea, suddenly bulged his eyes, choked on a mouthful of hot tea that went directly into his trachea, and coughed violently, even coughing up tears.

Du Ruhui, Changsun Wuji, and Li Jing.

These few pillars of the empire, who had seen countless storms, were all as if they had seen a ghost, jumping up from their seats in utter horror!

"Old...Old Qin?!"

Yuchi Jingde's voice trembled, and his large, bell-like eyes were wide open, almost bursting open.

Standing in the center of the hall was indeed Qin Qiong, Qin Shubao!

But this is hardly the image of a terminally ill, dying old man!

The Qin Qiong before me had a full head of thick, jet-black hair, and his face showed no sign of illness; instead, it was filled with strong, defined muscles.

Those once cloudy eyes now shone brightly, like two peerless divine weapons drawn from their sheaths!

This is clearly the peerless war god of the Tang Dynasty who was in his early thirties, charged in and out of the enemy ranks seven times, and whose fame shook the world!

"Jingde, Brother Xuanling, and all my fellow brothers."

Qin Qiong strode to the center of the hall, looked at his stunned old comrades, and a bold smile appeared on his lips.

He clasped his hands together, his voice booming like a bell, echoing throughout the hall.

"So-and-so is back!"

boom!

That powerful, unwavering voice completely shattered everyone's last line of rational defense!

"Damn it! It really is Old Qin!"

Like a black bear, Yuchi Jingde pounced on it with red eyes.

He stretched out his large, fan-like hands and gripped Qin Qiong's arm tightly, squeezing the muscles as hard as steel.

"It doesn't hurt anymore? It's really all healed?!"

Yuchi Jingde's eyes were red, and his voice was choked with ecstasy and disbelief.

"You old scoundrel! Yesterday you were a sickly man on the verge of death, and today... how have you suddenly become a child again?!"

Qin Qiong turned around and hugged his old brother who had shared life and death with him, patting him hard on the back.

"Hahaha! I'm completely healed! Not only are my old injuries gone, but I now feel that I could easily go back into battle a few more times!"

Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui quickly surrounded him, excitedly looking Qin Qiong up and down.

"A miracle...this is simply a miracle that defies the very creation of heaven and earth!"

Du Ruhui's hands trembled with excitement, "Such methods of bringing the dead back to life and reversing aging are absolutely divine intervention!"

Changsun Wuji took a deep breath, turned around abruptly, and looked at Li Shimin, who was sitting high in the main seat.

"Your Majesty! Could it be... could it be that the miraculous transformation of the Duke of Yi was saved by the guardian immortal in this palace?!"

This was the moment Li Shimin had been waiting for.

He looked with satisfaction at the faces below, filled with awe and reverence.

Even the most powerful core of the Tang Dynasty could only bow down in reverence before true immortal magic.

"good!"

Li Shimin suddenly stood up, and with a wave of his hand, an aura of majesty befitting an emperor of all time was unleashed.

"This is the true purpose for which I summoned you here tonight!"

The hall fell silent instantly.

Yuchi Jingde, Qin Qiong, and the others also released their grip, returned to their seats, and stood respectfully looking at the emperor.

Li Shimin descended the steps, his piercing gaze sweeping over each of his trusted ministers present.

"My beloved ministers! A few days ago, a lightning tribulation appeared in the sky above Chang'an, accompanied by a shower of golden rain. I proclaimed to the world that it was a true immortal disciple protecting my Great Tang undergoing tribulation!"

"These past few days, various forces have been secretly stirring, all wanting to know where this immortal is and who he really is!"

Li Shimin's voice suddenly rose, filled with unparalleled pride.

He turned around abruptly.

He stretched out his right hand and pointed at Li Chen, who was sitting in the passenger seat, still with his legs crossed and a peanut in his hand!

"My esteemed subjects, take a good look!"

"This is not only the sixteenth prince of my Great Tang Dynasty!"

"He is also the disciple of that celestial being who could control the heavens and summon tribulations! He is the true cornerstone of our Great Tang Dynasty, Your Highness Prince Qin!"

silence.

The hall fell into absolute silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Changsun Wuji was stunned.

Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui were stunned.

Li Jing and Yuchi Jingde were also dumbfounded.

All eyes were immediately drawn to the young prince in white robes, who had a languid demeanor.

They did see the Sixteenth Prince when they came in.

In their subconscious, however, the immortal should be a hermit with an air of otherworldly grace and white hair.

This prince, who usually had no presence in the palace, was simply lucky enough to be chosen by a celestial being and temporarily stay in his palace.

But now, the emperor himself has pronounced the verdict.